Things were quiet all day long. Buffy sat awkwardly in the front seat with her knees curled up and her eyes aimed out the window. Faith was sprawled out in the backseat and her eyes were glued to the opposite window. I didn't think she'd spoken a word since we left the hotel. I didn't know what to say to her, and Buffy didn't know what to say to either one of us. I was driving the car that Dean had sworn was going to be buried with him and Faith had actual claim to now that he was gone. I really didn't think she'd fight me for it. She's stronger and faster but I have a pretty remarkable trigger finger.Dean was in the trunk, wrapped in a tarp. We didn't have the music on and when I told them that we needed to go to Kansas neither one of them argued with me. We'd had to burn my dad's body, only because we weren't sure what had killed him exactly, just that the yellow eyed demon was responsible for it. But I knew what killed Dean and it wasn't supernatural at all. After everything, it was just a simple bullet that took him out. That's it. Just a bullet fired from a regular gun by a regular old criminal. It wasn't right.We had a long stretch of road ahead of us and even though we had left late morning we weren't due in Kansas until midnight. That was better anyways since it wasn't as if I could really give Dean a real funeral. It was only right that we buried him at his home though, with Mom. I kept thinking about it all on the way, I couldn't help it. Just flashes of times I'd spent with my brother. Thinking about how he had been the only one there, the only one I had for as long as I could remember. We were just boys then and the world seemed just as scary as it did now. The difference was, Dean was there and he always had my back.I didn't say a word to Buffy or Faith as I pulled up to an empty lot out in the woods behind the house that Dean and I had grown up in. I stared at the shadowed outline for a few minutes before I killed the lights in the car. Getting out I walked around to the trunk and found a couple of shovels. Taking them out I tossed one to Buffy and grabbed one for myself. Faith hadn't even gotten out of the car yet so I didn't bother. Instead the two of us walked out a few feet and started digging a hole in silence. Walking back to the trunk I looked at my brother for a minute and had another flash from the past. Vaguely I wondered if I would ever stop being haunted by the memory of him and I knew that I wouldn't. Swallowing hard I picked him up unsteadily, over my shoulder until I got to the hole. Dropping him heavily on the ground I looked up as Faith walked up beside me and stared down. I didn't say anything to her either, I just crouched down and rolled him into the open grave. I thought about Mom for a second then. About Jessica. About Dad and Dean. About all of these people that died because of me. The demon had taken from me all there was to take and sometimes I wondered what I even was. I was supposed to be this great leader for the demon army. How could I be a leader when I spent my whole life looking up to my brother? Dean was the leader and I was the demon. I'm sorry. I swallowed hard again and lowered my eyes as Buffy started to cover him with dirt.
Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane! Here I am! Rock you like a hurricane!“Rock you like a hurricane …” I sang along, as I tied up my boots, watching Faith get dressed. Girl did have an amazing body. And she was my wife. How the hell did I get so lucky? She just gave me look and I grinned as I tied up the other boot and got up, walking over to her and givin’ her a kiss. “We gotta go, Sam and Buffy are probably waitin’ for us.” Like always. Didn’t really matter though, I didn’t care and neither did Faith. Sometimes we did it on purpose just to see their faces when we walk in a half hour late after we were the ones who set the time to meet up. I think they’re catching on. While Faith was outside smoking a cigarette, I went ahead and went into the diner where Buffy and Sam were waiting and Buffy didn’t look too happy, but I didn’t care about little itty bitty blonde’s with big attitude problems. “You did it again,” was all she said and I shrugged, “What can I say, I –“ “Shut up,” she groaned and looked over her menu before putting it down and looking out the window to where Faith was. “Dude, what did I do already this morning? I just got here!” I didn’t understand. Usually, Okay, I do something to her, but I just walked in. I didn’t even have the chance to pick on her, or tell her off or … any of those things. “Your music. Is LOUD.” Heh. That it was. I just grinned. “Sorry.” Faith came inside and I got up, lettin’ her in before sitting back down again. The waitress came over and asked everyone what they wanted. After they all ordered, I got the two eggs, scrambled and a side of bacon with a cup of coffee. I figured that’ll fill me up so we can go and see what all the fuss was about that Sam read about, which personally, I thought was stupid anyway. I didn’t understand why we were here in the first place when it was so … explainable, but whatever. Sam was Sam and he probably saw something that I didn’t. “So how did everyone sleep?” I grinned, looking at Buffy who just shot me daggers through those green eyes of hers. “I slept great.”
I was slowly gettin' less pissed the more alcohol I'd consumed. Me and B had spent a little while playin' with the slot machines and I even tried my hand at Blackjack for a little while before I realized I sucked at it. I needed a smart friend so we could count cards or something. For some reason hustling at a local shit bar in some podunk town with Dean was easier than tryin' to do it in a huge casino in Vegas. Not that it mattered, I wasn't out to get rich tonight, just to forget that I married the biggest jackass on the fuckin' planet. B was pretty drunk too, I could tell when girlfriend got trashed cause she started talkin' all cute slurrin' her words and shit. Didn't know if she had any plans to see Sam tonight or not but he was definitely gonna get lucky if she did. We got to another bar, this one was way more upscale than the piece of shit we'd first ended up in and less upscale than the casino with the free drinks that we'd tried our luck in. After we'd ordered drinks at the bar I spotted a hottie and some of his friends over at a table in the corner. One of them looked over at me and B and looked us both up and down."Score." I said under my breath as I grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her over to their table. "You guys wouldn't mind if we joined you, would ya?" I asked them and one of them, the one wearing a cowboy hat shook his head at me, letting his eyes run me up and down again."No m'am. I wouldn't mind at all." He said in a low southern drawl. It was kinda hot, I had to admit. Even B couldn't deny that shit. The two of us sat down with them even though Buffy was giving me a dubious look. It was a good thing for me that homegirl was drunk too. And we hadn't been sat down for more than ten minutes before these guys had bought us another drink.And after that another, and another. We were makin' out pretty damn good with the free drinks and by this point I was sitting closer to the inside of the rounded table that was actually supposed to be a booth. Sittin' in between two very pretty guys and flirting with them both so hard. I was going home with one of them tonight. I just hadn't decided which one yet.I leaned over to whisper in the cowboy's ear and when I did he surprised me by grabbing a hold of my waist and pulling me up so I was on his lap. I snickered hard and grinded a little against him when I felt someone behind me watching us. Turning my head I expected to see Buffy having a fit but she was having a boring looking conversation with one of the other guys. Instead it was Dean who was glaring a hole in the back of my head. "Who's this guy?" The cowboy demanded and I just shrugged as I turned back around to look at him. "He's nobody."
After everything that happened, Dean was barely even looking at me. At least Faith understood even when I didn’t understand. I mean, I did, I wanted to save Faith and in the end, I helped save both of them, together. Their father was more than willing and I … I just couldn’t let Faith die when I there was a chance that she didn’t have to. The whole ride to Rivergrove was made in mostly silence. Sometimes Sam and Faith would try to include me in on conversations, Faith I think because she liked making Dean tick and Sam just to be nice. But once I’d talk, the conversation would usually go quiet, so I’d just look out the window, unable to get some sleep that I was in major need of. I hadn’t been able to sleep at all and it was taking a toll on me.
Why couldn’t Dean just realize that I did what I had to do? Wouldn’t he do the same thing? He seemed like he would be the type to lay down his life for his brother and I’d do anything to help Faith. That’s just what we did. And I could see it in Dean’s eyes, that’s what he would do too, so why was he so angry at me? Because it was his father. Maybe I was selfish in all of this. John was saving Dean and in the process, I asked him to save Faith. It wasn’t my place, but he was more than willing, he did it and now both of them were alive while John was dead. The demon was also really wanting to get a hold of that gun, I didn’t understand why and I didn’t ask. Maybe I should have.
We finally drove past the Rivergrove city limit sign and I shifted in my seat, while looking out the window. Where was everyone? Was this what Sam saw in his vision? Yeah, maybe he didn’t realize that he me and Faith knew what him and Dean were talking about, but we did. We know all about the visions and Sam had a vision about this place, hence us being here now. Faith and I shared a look as we both looked out the window again.
“Well, looks like this is a modern day ghost town.” Dean pointed out dryly as he drove on through, somewhat slow for a change.
There’s just one word I’d be usin’ for Dean Winchester right about now and that would be projecting. Yeah, I know. That sounds a little bit too smart for a high school dropout from Southie but I spent a lot of time getting’ shrinked in prison. Check me out, learned all kinds of things. Like the reason Dean is trippin’ about Evan makin’ a deal with the crossroads devil. He was all up in Evan’s face telling him how he wasn’t trying to help his wife he was trying to help himself cause he couldn’t live without her. Now she was gonna have to live without him. Yeah well, Dean might have had a point but you still gotta respect a guy who’ll put it all on the line for his wife. I’d do it and hell I don’t even like anybody half as much as Evan digs his wife. Still, I wasn’t gonna say shit to the guy. He was already so uptight that Sam pretty much made me take him to do the dirty work with the demon. He and Buff were gonna stay behind with Evan and make sure no hellhounds managed to tear him in half either. Cause I hear getting’ torn in half? Sucks. Plus, the guy was just tryin’ to save his dying wife. I gotta feel for him, even if Projection Boy wouldn’t. Blah blah blah. So maybe John Winchester made some get out of jail free card deal with whatever killed him. Saved Dean and sacrificed himself. Granted, I got nothin’ when it comes to being a parent and well, my only role model was a shitty one but I knew that dads should wanna give themselves up if it means their kids live. When you become a parent your kids are supposed to be more important than you are. That’s the way it’s supposed to go. And let’s be honest, if that was how it went down (and it made sense enough to) then that meant I owed John my life too. I figure I got nine lives, I’ve almost died way too many times. Comas? Yeah, they’re just part of the Faith Lehane way of life now. But I kinda should be dead by now, and somehow I managed to wake up. At the exact same time that Dean did. Can you blame me for being glad I was alive? I remember what it was like when my mom died but it still didn’t make me think Dean should feel lucky to be alive. Dying kinda sucks. So here I am, in Dean’s car heading towards the crossroads all cause some dumb painter decided having talent was more important than being alive. Y’know, I never really thought about it before. The whole geniuses always die early thing. But now it made a whole helluva lot more sense. Good thing for me I ain’t no genius and not really willing to sell my soul to become one. That’s just dumb. He wasn’t saying much on the way there, but I knew there was some kinda plan to trap this bitch gettin’ people to just throw away their lives. I just didn’t know exactly what it was. Let’s be honest, I was only here to play babysitter cause Sammy didn’t wanna deal with him. I knew me and B could keep Evan way safer together than separately but someone had to put up with Dean’s shit. I guess I’m just the lucky one.When the Impala finally slowed down and stopped I glanced over at him from the passenger seat. “You didn’t have to be such a dick to him, you know.”
Everyday seemed to be going by much quicker, but it didn’t make anything easier. My dad – our dad was gone and Sam and I were dealing with it the best we knew how. We didn’t know what happened, but we were going to get to the bottom of it. He was there so quickly after being gone and now, well, he was just gone. Not coming back. Sammy well … he had some issues to work out. Sam was afraid that dad thought he hated him when he died. Dad knew I loved him and would do anything for him and I still would, but that was all over with now and now we just needed to move on. Yeah, like that was going to happen. At least we were being kept busy. We had a case in Red Lodge, Montana. Severed heads and bloodless cows and someone thinks there’s a problem and obviously, they’re right. Good thing we were able to get the case. Not too many people I’m sure would pick that up. Keeping busy … yeah, now my car’s back. Running better than ever. That was the least of my worries now. Leaning forward, I rubbed my fingertips along the dash while Sam just shook his head. This was my baby. She never let daddy down. Looking in the rear view mirror, I noticed the car that’s been following us since we left the hospital. Was I that good? They must be stupid to think that we didn’t know they were following us. Faith and her pretty blonde friend. I mean, I was drunk that night and while I’m usually confident in myself, that night, I … well, let’s just say my mind was somewhere else, completely, but hey, if she’s up for some more, then I’m sure I could squeeze her in. “They must really think we’re blind to not notice them,” I said, mostly to myself, but glanced at Sammy as he looked at the mirror and shifted in his seat. “Maybe I should just pull over and call them out. Seems like a fun idea.” I turned up the music instead, leaned back in my seat and drove, hitting the gas a little bit further. Three hundred miles until Red Lodge, Montana and I was gonna push this baby for all it was worth. Another hundred miles later, I grinned when I stopped for gas, seeing them pulling in a few minutes later behind us, but not getting out. “I’m gonna go have some fun.”****“So, what do they got on me,” I grinned and dipped another French fry into some ketchup before taking a bite and looking over at Sammy and Buffy. Yeah, so they were following us, like we already knew. I made it my business to remind them of their skills and how not very good they were, but Faith just smacked me at the time, and Buffy rolled her eyes. It was okay. Wasn’t really our style though to take some chicks with us, especially since we didn’t want to be responsible for them but uh, we learned that they can hold their own and I’ll never admit to that again. We got who they were, we didn’t know they made them that …small and well, girly and … at all. Things you learn everyday, I’m thinking. At least they were hot. “Well, it looks like you have a warrant in St. Louis,” Buffy said, looking at me with an expression on her face – then she sighed. “Well, thank you Debbie Downer.” “Hey, you asked.” Sam just looked pitiful before telling me that we had to keep a low profile and blah blah, I already knew this. “Yeah, so we already know that. Anything going on?”
I got up early while Faith was still sleeping. I had heard her coming in late, but I was too tired to say anything to her. From what I heard though, she took a shower and then plopped in bed. Long night probably. I would have thought that she would sleep, but then again, knowing Faith – I guess that’s what I would have done. You know, being in a coma and all, why would she need the rest again? After I showered, I got dressed and walked down to the vending machine, getting out one of those Little Debbie pastry things and then a diet soda. I heard a door open and glanced over, seeing Sam and Dean walking out and heading my way. Quickly, I snugged myself between the two machines and quickly pushed the vending machine out a little bit before squeezing behind it. Hiding? I wasn’t hiding, it was just I wanted to hear what they were saying and I didn’t exactly want them to know that I was listening. I heard them both get out some snack and frowned when I heard they were going to get a car from … Bobby? Who was Bobby? Well, yeah, I wouldn’t know, but … right. Anyway, they were going up to some town to see an Ellen that they heard on their father’s voicemail, then they were gone. Okay, so … now I just had to get Faith up so we could … go for a ride. Only, the car was dead. This was turning out to be a great day, let me tell you. I made it back to the room and ignored the Little Debbie as I set it on the counter. I called the tune up place we took it to and asked them if the car was ready. They told me that they fixed whatever was wrong, but the car wouldn’t last long. I told it was fine, I’d be there to pick it up in a few minutes and I just let Faith sleep while I left and hurried back. Parked outside, I walked inside the hotel room. “Faith? It’s time to get up, we gotta go,” I told her and shook her a bit. I hoped that they already didn’t leave and I had a feeling they didn’t. I needed to keep my eye on them, mostly because of what their father told me, it was .. important to me, especially since he helped out Faith as well. I owed them this, owed him … I just needed to do it. “Faith!” I yelled and got all of our things together. “I got the car, it’s outside, we just need to go now,” I said again and looked out the window and saw a mini van pulling up. Then Dean getting out. Crap. “We have to go now,” I said. Again.
Things were happening a little faster than I could keep up with. One minute I was standing in Dean's hospital room after his miraculous recovery and then Dad was asking me not to fight with him. It's not like I wanted to fight with him after everything that happened either but it wasn't like Dad to all of a sudden call me off and ask me for a cup of coffee. Every single step of that trip still echoed in my head as I stood in the darkness, with the flames from the body flickering and casting shadows on Dean's face. Every single step echoed in my head, just before the cup of coffee went crashing to the floor. Because something had happened to Dad, I could see him through the open door.I guess I must have been screaming because suddenly I was surrounded by doctors and nurses and my brother was at my side but it was too late. There wasn't anything I could do, that either one of us could do for him now. It was too late and it didn't make any sense at all. I knew he summoned that demon but I wasn't any closer to figuring out why my father was dead and why the colt was suddenly missing.Once the news had finally settled in Dean and I stayed in the hallways of the hospital for a little while. Dean had no memory of what had happened before while he was in that coma but Buffy recognized me at least. I wasn't really at my friendliest but I gave her one last look before her friend dragged her down the hallway. At least it looked like Faith had pulled through too, maybe as bizarre as Dean's sudden recovery. It was almost like he'd never been hurt at all and Dad who'd been fine a few hours ago was dead now. None of it made any sense, he'd acted almost like he knew it was coming and I didn't know what to think about it. I didn't want to have to think about sacrificing my dad for my brother, but that was exactly what Dad wanted me to think.After the shock had started to wear off and they eventually let us collect Dad's remains we took him out and down by a bridge before setting him up and letting him burn. I hated the idea of burning him but it was the only way to guarantee that he'd finally be able to rest. As much as I missed him, I knew he'd hate us if we let him come back as anything other than what he was. The smell of the smoke should have made me sick but I couldn't feel anything at all, as I stared at his burning body. My entire life I fought so hard against him, tried to be anything except what he wanted me to be. I never even introduced him to Jessica or asked him to come to my graduation. My life was completely seperate from the ones that Dad and Dean had made for themselves. The only thing I ever wanted to do was forget about the thing that killed my mother when I was a baby until it came back later for Jessica. After that, I had to find it. Sometimes I wonder if I wanted to escape so badly because I didn't have to see Mom like that. Now that I'd seen it for myself I wanted to find the demon just as badly as they did. And now that Dad was dead the only thing that the demon hadn't taken from me was Dean. The demon was the only thing connecting me to all three of them, Mom, Dad and Jessica. Now I had to find it. "Did he say anything to you?" I finally asked Dean in a strangled voice, my eyes still locked onto the burning body in front of us. "Before he.....did he say anything?"
I had talked to a few of the nurses about the patients but the information was light, they weren’t giving up any details or specifics, mainly because they saw me with Sam and with Faith and kinda already knew I wasn’t from a newspaper or something like that. Instead of going back to see Sam, I went walking down the halls, checking rooms and keeping a close eye on the patients that were in there, making sure I didn’t see anything that would be on the creepy side, or suspicious for the most part. Until I saw Sam’s dad walking out of this room and watching his back, making sure I would assume that his son wouldn’t see him. Oh, daddy, where are you going in a hurry? I felt bad for following him, but maybe Sam would have wanted me to? I would think that he wouldn’t be allowed to leave and well, he wouldn’t leave without his two sons, would he? Slowly, I followed him, watching myself before turned corners and I noticed that he wasn’t even heading for the exit; instead, I followed him toward the back of the wing and watched curiously as he went through a set of doors that had a nameplate on them that read, ‘basement.’ Okay, so there was something about this family that wasn’t right, but believe it or not, it wasn’t that surprising I guess. Stranger things have happened in my life so hey. I could deal with this. Looking around, I hurried and followed him through the doors and down a set of steps that led to a huge room that held boxes and other materials, furniture and other things that hospitals use I guess. I heard something fall and I looked around the corner, watching as Sam’s dad turned around another corner, holding a bag and he was limping. Well, he was before, but … I wasn’t worried about that then as I was now. He didn’t know me, but hey, whatever he was doing? Couldn’t have been good and at least I was here, being all nosey and stuff and maybe I could save him and help pay Sam back for helping getting Faith back. Okay, that was just all with the weird, but sadly, it was kinda honest. Following him down a hallway, I swallowed hard and all I could hear was the steam that was blowing and the drips of water and it made this so much more creepier. I would totally prefer dark cemeteries over this anyway of the week, anytime at night. He stopped suddenly and I stopped also as he pulled the bag from his shoulders and set it down on the hard cement, pulling out a small box it seemed and I was getting more and more confused by the second. What the huh was he doing? Narrowing my eyes, I watched as he pulled out chalk and started drawing some sort of symbol, groaning as he did so. He was in so much pain and I couldn’t understand why this would be more important than resting up and being with his sons. Then he pulled out candles and other things and that’s when I realized that … this wasn’t going to be a good thing at all. I stood there, watching and wondered if I should hurry up and get Sam but whatever he was doing, we’d probably be too late. Turning back, I leaned against the wall and looked up, closing my eyes and shaking my head. Letting out a breath, I looked back around the corner and watched. He started speaking in a language I was sure to have heard before and started…cutting his skin. Summoning? Calling on a spirit. Whatever it was? It wasn’t good and I thought that now would be good time to break it all up except there was a huge flame and he got up, looking around expecting something or someone to be there. Whatever was going on, it was too late and at least I was here now, since heh, I kinda kill these sorts of things. I heard footsteps and moved behind a big pipe and for a second, I was praising the fact that I was tiny as a damn stick (which I really wasn’t, but whatever) as the guy walked right past me and toward Sam’s dad. “Hey, what are you doing down here?” He asked as he looked around and saw what was going on. “You need to come with me.” “Okay, I’ll do that,” Sam’s dad said and started walking after him before pulling out a gun and pointing it at his back. “You really think I’m stupid do you,” he said and the other guy turned around, looking at Sam’s dad. What the HELL was going on?! “Now, now, do you want me to be honest about that question?” I caught a glance at the guy’s eyes and yeah. He wasn’t human. At least not right now, maybe not ever. Swallowing, I kept my eyes on them, really wanting to just … kill this demon guy but I was curious as to what Sam’s dad was doing. I knew I’d help him, but right now, with his big shiny gun, I think he had it under control. For now. “Well, John, I always thought you were suicidal, but suicidal and stupid?” The demon almost chirped at John, but he just gave the demon a grin as he raised his eyebrows. “I could just shoot you now.” “You could, but I have a feeling you only got one shot and I have another feeling that well, you might miss,” he practically sang, but not really. It was really weird. In fact? This whole thing? All weird, especially when I had no idea what was going on? Did Sam know about this? “Did you really think that you could get me down here, just to trap me?” John put the gun at his side and shrugged. “I don’t want to trap you. You got it wrong. I want to make a deal.” Licking my lips, I moved, edging closer. “A deal,” the demon grinned and scanned the area and I ducked down quickly before making a five count and popping my head back up slowly. “That doesn’t sound like you.” “You get the bullet. The gun. All I ask is that Dean is okay. I want him back. You bring him back.” “Making a deal with the devil…” he purred and looked down at the shiny gun before glancing at John again. “If only your boys knew how much you loved them … say, does Sam know his secret. Did you tell him yet? Don’t imagine you did …” He answered for John and chuckled. There was a secret about Sam? And that’s the devil? Where the hell did we end up? And did Sam know anything about this? I … didn’t like this and I stood there, waiting for a chance to even … go but … I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well. Never stopped me before and I was just waiting for a chance to get in there. I wanted to find out more about what was going on. And … about Sam. “Do we have a deal?” John asked but the demon just shook its head no. “I will bring Dean back, but you need to … sweeten the pot just a bit. I want the gun and the bullet, but I want something that I’ve wanted all along and you’re the only person who has it. Your life.” Suddenly, I was up and walking over and John just looked at me, wondering who I was, except the demon just kept his eyes on John. “I was wondering when you were going to get out of the corner little girl,” he grinned and then looked at me. “You’re ... bringing Dean back, I … my friend ... sister is ... with Dean. Me and Sam were trying and … I need Faith back.” The demon looked at me before looking at John, then back at me. “What do you have to offer me?” I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t exactly know what I was doing since I never … made a deal with the devil before, if this was the devil, but hey, this was all strange and not exactly what I was used to, so anything could be possible. I didn’t know what to offer him. I had skills, my slaying abilities; I could give those up, couldn’t I? That’s what made me who I was and … “You have it.” John finally said and I looked at him. “You have a deal.” John walked past me and back up toward the actual floor that we were on. The demon just grinned and then it was gone and I ran, catching up with John, not exactly sure what was going on. He turned around, looking at me sadly, yet determined. “How did you know about this?” He asked me and I just couldn’t believe he was … doing this. I mean, I gave up my life for Dawn. I could understand but this was different. So different. Wasn’t it? – No there was no difference and I could completely understand. It was just ... awkward how this was falling on me, I could feel it already. “I’m … I was helping Sam. Me and Faith are vampire Slayers from California … we …” “I’ve heard about you. Somewhat. Listen,” he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Take care of my son’s. Just … make sure they’re okay.” Then he was gone. I stood there for a moment before walking back up, then breaking out into a run as I ran back to Faith’s room. The doctors were in there and she was … alive. “Faith?” I couldn’t believe it. Swallowing hard, I pushed myself past nurses and was at her side. I couldn’t ... this … Sniffing, I watched her and then hugged her softly, happy that she was back. “Help! I need some help in here!!” I heard someone yell; only that wasn’t just someone. That was Sam.
R. E. A. P. E. R. Slowly, I looked up at Sammy and saw the expression on his face. Yeah, buddy, this is the real deal. I knew that we couldn’t fight death. How could you? There was no way but you know what? Today was going to be the day that we did and I just kept that in my mind – over and over, reminding myself that we could overcome anything because we could. We were Winchesters. Suddenly, Sam was up with Buffy his babe tart followed and if he thought I didn’t catch that little blush he had goin’ on, he was crazy. I’d bug him about it later, that sly dog he was. Sam told Buffy to go and check with the nurses and to snoop around while he looked in Dads journal for a sense of anything that could help me and Faith. Swallowing, I looked over at Faith and shrugged, “He’ll get us out of this mess, don’t worry,” I said, trying to reassure her and well, myself. This was a sticky situation but I wasn’t dyin’ today. No way. Sam left the room after a while and left Faith and I in there, well, he didn’t really know that but … With a sigh, I looked over at her and held my arms out before they fell back down at my sides. There was a tap on the door and both of us turned around to see the girl who was … just like us. “Hey, we’re gettin’ the ball rollin’, we’re gonna be out of this in no time,” I told her. She looked scared and she wasn’t the only one. I had so many things going through my head right now it was crazy. I mostly wanted to beat my head on the side of a wall until it all went away and there was nothing left but a huge headache that could be egged on by a few beers. Then I’d sleep soundly and hey, I’d be alive too. “When?” She asked and I looked over at Faith. “Well, when my brother figures out how to get us out. It’s complicated, but hey … we’ve dealt with worse.” She looked confused and I headed toward her. “It’s going to be okay, alright?” I couldn’t promise it and I wish I could do something. Kinda freakin’ HARD to do something when one minute you can touch something and the next, you can’t. Yeah, someone totally had an ‘I Hate Dean Winchester Day’ and are celebrating it wherever they are. Well, they’re freakin’ ASSHOLES. Reaching out, I rubbed her arm before looking back at Faith.