Here is the long awaited sequel to Hide and Seek. I hope you enjoy and please review!

Re-edited!

My eyes opened to pitch black. My arm was burning. I tried to sit up and couldn't, I was in a box. I tried to push my way out. Nothing happened. I started to scream, I was becoming claustrophobic. My chest began to heave for breath and my lungs were not satisfied. Panic flowed through my body. I started to hyperventilate. I began to hit the wood on top of me. I finally broke through the wood and dirt started to pour in on to my face. More panic started to flow through my veins. My heart was pounding through my chest. I started to clear dirt out of my way. My hands were extended above me I closed my eyes to avoid dirt contamination. My hand finally broke free from the dirt and I could feel a breeze. I dug more and more wanting a breath of fresh air. My other hand made it to the top. I pulled and dug myself out until the breeze hit my face. I took a deep breath, my lungs expanded in delight. I crawled out of the hole and laid on the ground just breathing with my eyes closed. I wiped my hands on the grass then wiped the dirt off my face and eyes.

"Hello Lexa." a man said. I jumped and sat up straight looking in the direction of the mans voice. He was sitting on a rock near my grave. My vision was blurry he looked like a black and white blob. I kept blinking trying to make the blurriness fade.

"Who are you? What the hell is going on?" I said, my voice cracked a couple of times.

"My name is Zachariah. I brought you back." the man said.

"Why? What are you?" I said panicked again. I couldn't see, I sounded like I had a frog in my throat, and I could barely hear. It was almost like coming home from a rock concert kind of deafness.

"Because we need you." the man, Zachariah said.

"What are you?" I asked concerned about the 'we' part of the situation.

"An Angel."he said confidently. I threw my head back and laughed at the irony.

"What is it with you things? Thinking you can bring whoever back at whenever time you like. Then get pissed at us humans when we bring people back ourselves." I said trying to stand up. I fell back down to the Earth. I looked at where Zachariah was. He was gone.

After several attempts I finally got to my feet. I looked up at the sky with my vision constantly improving and found the north star. I got some sense of direction from it and walked to what I believe was north.

…...

I walked through the night into the morning dusk. I finally found a road and followed it. As soon as the sun rose and light peered through the trees I looked down at myself. I gasped at the sight of myself. My hands were bloody, most of my fingernails were ripped off, my clothes were muddy and torn, my hair was matted with mud. I looked like a wreck, there was no way I was going to hitch hike. I sighed and continued walked along the road. My eye sight was almost back to normal along with my hearing. I though about Dean and Sam. I had obviously died... again. How were they taking this? Were they OK? Why wasn't I cremated? How will they react when I see them? Oh god what if they kill me before they realize I'm normal. Who can I got to? Where can I get help? Shit this is perfect! At about noon I saw a gas station. I almost cried out in relief. I sprinted towards the station and ran inside. There was one man running the station.

"Ma'am are ya alright?" he said alarmed at the state I was in.

"Do you have a phone book?" I asked my voice was almost back to normal. I looking around the place.

"Yes, in the office." he said turning to get it. "Are ya sure you're OK?"

"Yes, I'm sure." I said. "Where exactly are we?" I asked him. He gave me a curious look as he came back with the phone book.

"South Dakota." he said. "Are ya sure-"

"Yes, thank you." I said. Why did they drag my body half way across the country? What the hell is going on?

I opened the phone book to S. I had heard Sam and Dean talk about this guy, this guys name was a weird one. All I knew was it started with an S. If I needed help he could help me, wouldn't he? Singer! That's right Singer!

"Singer, singer, singer, singer, ah ha, Singer!" I said aloud looking through the book and finding his name.

"Ya looking for Bobby?" the man asked me. My head shot up.

"Yes."

"He lives that way." He said pointing in the direction I had been walking. "The town isn't that far from here. Ya could get there today easily."

"Thank you, so much. Can I have a piece of paper? And a pen?" I asked as he handed me both.

"Once in a while we get someone in here looking for Bobby. I don't know what he does. Only met the fellow once or twice. Are ya thirsty?" he asked me out of the blue.

"Yes." I said but looked down in shame. "I don't have any money."

"My treat." he said handing me a bottle of water. I opened it and downed it in seconds.

"Wow ya weren't lying." he said surprised. He took the bottle from me and re-filled it.

"Good luck with whatever it is ya got ya self into." he said as he handed me the bottle again. I made my way to the door.

"Thank you for everything." I said heading in the direction of Bobby's house.