Part Two
Dean managed to find his father’s room, Dean went in to check on him to see that he was alright. John was sleeping so Dean decided it would be best if he left his father to his dreams. He went to investigate the nurses’ station again and was yet again disappointed at what he saw. Dean decided to walk back to his room, there wasn’t much he could do he soon learned, no one could see him.
It was then he ran into her again the woman from before. She looked up and smiled at him as she passed by, this was too weird for Dean. Something was up and he knew it.
"What the hell are you?!" he demanded, "You can see me!"
"I was hoping to put off this conversation for a little longer, I don’t think you’re ready yet," she said as she turned to face Dean.
"No, I don’t think you’re ready yet!" Dean said before he yelled, "CHRISTO!"
Dean stood there stunned when nothing happened.
"Oh don’t tell me you think that I’m a demon," she said softly.
"I don’t know what to think, you never answered my question," Dean said suspiciously.
"Have many names in many cultures," she said, "You’ll be hard pressed to find one that shows me for what I am, but I like Azra the most."
"I was never much for riddles, Azra. Tell me what the hell you are or I run back and jump into my brother’s head and tell him what’s going on. I might not be able to do much about you, but Sam is a force to be reckoned with, even when he hasn’t slept," Dean threatened.
"I’m going to need you to hear me out then, just keep in mind that if I was after you, you’d already be gone," Azra said.
"Fine, just start explaining," Dean said impatiently.
"I am Death," she stated.
Dean took a step back in amazement and although he didn’t show it, fear.
"Um... I’ve seen death, stared it in the face even, and-" Dean was suddenly cut off.
"You’re wondering why I’m so, to put it in your terms, hot?" Azra laughed, "I need to correct myself. I am the Angel of Death."
"Okay..." Dean said, she was definitely an angel by her looks, but death? ‘It can’t be,’ he thought.
"What you saw before was not death in its true nature," she said, "Reapers were created by evil for evil purposes, and by the way, thanks for taking care of that one up in Nebraska for me, it was becoming a real pain in the ass."
Dean was surprised at what he heard, "Angels are allowed to curse!?" was all that he could get out.
"Oh please Dean, do you think that God really has time to worry about every little word that a person says? He tends to frown upon it but he’s kind of got enough to deal with without that, you of all people should know that," she let out a laugh.
Dean nodded, it made sense. But he was still wary and refused to let his guard down, this was Death he was dealing with after all.
"Dean you don’t have to fear me as much as you do. I kind of get a bad reputation with the living, you know, the whole death personified thing," Azra told him.
He slowly felt himself trust her more although he couldn’t understand why.
"Come on Dean, I’ll walk you back to your room," she said.
When they arrived at the room, Dean was relieved to see that Sam was still asleep, but that immediately changed as soon as he saw Sam start to thrash in his sleep. He was having a horrible nightmare by the looks of it, if not a vision.
"SAMMY!" Dean yelled.
"He can’t hear you remember?" Azra said.
Dean started to run over to wake Sam but stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he remembered his last attempt to wake him.
"What are you waiting for Dean?! Wake your brother up!" Azra ordered him.
"But what if I get into his dream again?" Dean asked.
"You will, but it’s the only way Dean, I’ll be right here in case anything happens. Death isn’t my only trick," Azra assured him.
Dean trusted her and put his hand on Sam, he fell to the floor again.
When Dean woke up he knew exactly where he was. Sam was reliving the night of the crash. Dean was pinned to the wall, he was bleeding. Again. He saw Sam struggling against the invisible force that held him to the wall. Dean felt no pain, he wasn’t really bleeding, this was a dream, but Sam believed that his brother was dying and that was enough.
"Sammy!" Dean tried to yell out, but it only came as a whisper, this was Sam’s nightmare and whether he realized it or not, he made the rules.
Sam heard his brother cry out. His brother had lost so much blood, Sam knew that this couldn’t last long. Sam’s mind was on fire as he struggled against the invisible force that the demon had over him. He heard his brother say his name again and that was enough.
"NOO!" Sam yelled as he closed his eyes as tightly as he could. Suddenly he heard a shot and something drop. Sam was released from the wall.
Dean looked on in amazement at what he saw, Sam had fired the gun at the back of the demon’s skull, like Max.
Dean fell to the floor and before he could get up Sam was next to him. Dean looked and saw how much more severely he was beaten. What had happened differently before he got there? Sam also had a massive headache that he was doing a poor job at hiding, probably from the telekinesis.
"Dean! God you’ve lost a lot of blood," Sam said.
"I’m fine Sammy," Dean replied.
"No you’re not so quit trying to hide it jerk," Sam said.
"Really Sam, you have to listen to me," Dean ordered, "You’re having another nightmare and I’m here to wake you up bitch."
A look of recognition crossed Sam’s face and he expression changed to a mix of worry and relief.
"Dean?!" Sam said as he held his brother, "Oh God Dean, I’m so worried about you, you’re the one who needs to-" Sam was cut off as he woke up with a gasp. Sam turned to look at his brother’s sleeping face and continued his sentence, "-wake up."
Sam’s headache that carried over from the nightmare intensified. He squinted his eyes and inhaled sharply and shielded his eyes from the light.
"Ah, Dean!" Sam said.
Sam could feel his brother in the room, but he could also feel a stronger, more intense force that he couldn’t recognize. Sam grabbed some pain killers out of his bag and got himself some cold water so he wouldn’t have to dry swallow. He swallowed the cold water to fast and the headache that followed from the cold was enough to knock him into the hard chair. "Great," he said out loud to himself, "I can tell you 7 ways to get rid of a spirit without blinking, I can tell you anything about pre-law, hell, I can even predict the future sometimes, but can I see an Ice-Cream-Headache coming? No, not yet." ‘I doubt even Missouri can,’ he laughed a little.
Dean got up off of the floor, careful to avoid contact with the salt.
"Glad to see you’re finally awake sleeping beauty!" Azra laughed.
"Where’s love’s first kiss?" Dean smirked.
"Oh you’re funny," Azra laughed, "And you and I both know it would be far from your first."
"Yeah well ‘the kiss of death’ doesn’t really appeal to me right now anyways," Dean smiled.
Azra broke up laughing at that statement. Dean looked on puzzled, it wasn’t that funny.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Oh nothing, it’s just," she took a pause laughing, "I haven’t done it that way in years, I’ll have to remember that."
"THAT’S REAL!?" Dean stepped back in amazement and surprise.
"Well of course it is Dean, I gotta have a little fun sometimes," Azra laughed.
Dean let out an uncomfortable laugh and sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Oh come on, you can’t tell me your afraid to die?" Azra said.
"Well yeah, I’m not exactly looking forward to it if you haven’t noticed," Dean said uncomfortably.
"That’s the one thing that confuses me about people," Azra smiled.
"Why?" Dean asked, "I thought you’d understand more than anyone."
"It’s because I understand death so completely, that’s why I don’t get it," Azra stated.
"Huh?" Dean was lost.
"Let me explain, you see Death is just another part of life. You’re born, you live your life and you see people die before it’s your turn. Dean, what do you think happens when you die?" Azra asked.
"Well," Dean rubbed the back of his head, "I guess I haven’t really thought about it. I guess if you’re good you go to heaven or what not and if your bad..."
Azra laughed a little, "What, you go to hell?"
"Well yeah, isn’t that the general idea?" Dean asked.
"Yes and no. Let me enlighten you a little. Hell was created by God for demons and other evil things. No human soul goes to hell, but not every soul goes to heaven. Most go to heaven right away though, contrary to popular belief, there is good in EVERY person," Azra said.
"Then what happens to the rest, how does God deal out retribution?" Dean asked.
Azra laughed a little, "Dean what do you think Karma does all day, just sit on her hands and watch infomercials on t.v.? That’s her whole purpose. You’d like her, she has your sense of humor Dean. I’ll have to introduce you two one day," Azra laughed.
"Well that explains a lot," Dean muttered to himself which made Azra laugh even harder.
"As for your other question, once in a while we get a soul that is so twisted that we can’t let it in right away. Like the man you met, Bender I think his name was. The only way I can explain it is it’s almost like a time out that they go into. They watch their lives play over and over until they start to feel remorse and change their actions. After a while, the part of them that is wicked melts away and then we let them through, do you understand Dean? I know it’s a lot and that’s the only way that I can think to explain it," Azra finally finished.
"Yeah I guess," Dean grunted, not entirely satisfied that the Benders were in "time out."
"Good, look I’m sorry, I have business somewhere else. I have to go but I’ll be back soon," Azra said.
A look of horror crossed Dean’s face.
"No not like that Dean, God when are you going to stop being so paranoid about me. If that was my mission, you wouldn’t be standing here," Azra said as she faded away. "Oh, by the way," Azra’s voice called out and scared Dean enough to make him jump, "Stay with your brother, he needs to feel you nearby. Plus it will make it easier for me to find you later."
Dean gulped, he still wasn’t sure he liked the idea of death coming back to find him, but he did agree that Sam needed him close. So he did as she said.
Suddenly Sam felt the other presence disappear his headache was long gone, but he had to wonder what else it was that he felt. He sat by Dean’s bed. He had no more to say, he had already made Dean every promise and threat that he could think of, all that was left was to wait. And he did.
Dean couldn’t help but feel guilty for causing Sam this much grief and stress. He walked over to where Sam was seated and began to speak.
"Sam?" Dean asked. No response came from his brother, what else could he expect? So he did the only thing he knew would reach Sam. Dean knelt down next to his brother.
Sam felt a hand on his shoulder and another over his hand and looked in that direction.
Dean was glad to see Sam glance in his direction but he knew that Sam couldn’t see him, the same look as when Sam was having a vision while he was awake.
"Sammy, look, I know you can’t see me or hear me," Dean said, "But I know you feel that, and don’t pretend that you don’t." Dean rubbed Sam’s hand a little to keep his attention.
"I know you think that you’re to blame, but your not. This was an accident Sammy. You need to know that I’m fine, and I’ll get back into my body and wake up for you as soon as I can get that figured out," Dean said.
Dean thought he saw a tear start to form in Sam’s eye but he turned away too quickly for him to be sure.
"Dean..." Sam said softly as he looked at his brother’s sleeping face. He suddenly felt something wet touch his cheek but he didn’t notice.
Dean had move to the unoccupied chair after a few minutes, Sam couldn’t handle Dean touching him for too long. Dean had watched Sam as Sam finally drifted back to sleep, hopefully he would get some rest before the next nightmare hit. Dean sat there and watched as Sam slept peacefully until he heard his name.
"Dean, I’m back," Azra’s voice said before she had totally reappeared.
"What, you have a meeting with Fate or something?" Dean said mockingly.
"Or something," Azra said somewhat darkly, "By the way, Fate’s a jerk, we went out," Azra said jokingly.
"Seriously?" Dean said as he raised an eyebrow.
"No, just teasing you," Azra laughed, "But he is really a jerk, he’s so full of himself. I prefer Free Will," she added.
"Yeah, I think I do too," Dean said.
"So should we get down to business?" Azra asked.
"Business?" Dean asked confused.
"Yes Dean, you don’t think that I’m hanging around you just for your good looks do you?" Azra smiled.
"Well," Dean lowered his voice and smiled, "I can be quite charming."
"I’m not sure ‘charming’ is the correct term for you Dean," Azra teased.
Dean’s expression changed as his ego was deflated.
"Ouch! That one hurt," he said with smile as he put his hand over his heart.
"I knew I kept you around for a good reason, your funny. I’ve got to tell you though, I was tempted when you were electrocuted a few months back, but you made funny little remark about Snuggle and I thought that I’d let you stick around," Azra laughed.
But Dean wasn’t laughing. He looked at her with one of the saddest expressions she’d seen in a long time.
"Oh I’m so sorry!" she quickly apologized, "I didn’t realize-"
"No it’s fine!" Dean said sharply.
"Dean, I know, it’s scary to realize that you wont live forever. That’s something that you had to learn to soon, and for that I’m sorry." Azra said.
When Dean didn’t say anything she added, "Dean, I needed you to live. I could have taken you, but I didn’t. Who do you think influenced Roy to pick you out of all of those people to heal? In fact, do you remember when you were hunting that reaper?" Azra asked.
"Yeah," Dean said, how could he forget?
"It was headed right for you, I would have taken you if I hadn’t have stepped in. Who do you think guided Sam that night?" Azra stated. "And there have been plenty of other times too Dean, I think you know what I’m talking about," She added with a smile.
"The asylum?!" Dean asked.
"Yes Dean, I was there with you. Since when do you carry around a useless weapon?" she said.
Dean had counted his lucky stars that the gun didn’t fire when Sam pulled the trigger. But then again, he didn’t think that Sam would.
Azra came up behind Dean a smacked the back of his head, "By the way that reminds me... WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING BACK THERE GIVING HIM A LOADED GUN? YOU KNEW HE WASN’T IN HIS RIGHT MIND! Some days I swear you have a death wish or something Dean. You’re lucky that I let you off with just the rock salt, I should let Sam shoot you in the foot or something, knock some sense into you!"
"Oww," Dean said rubbing the back of his head but then he started to nod his head, "Yeah, that was pretty stupid."
After he paused for a moment he asked, "So is that why the scarecrow didn’t take us?"
"No Dean, I have a life outside of you. That was luck, so don’t get careless thinking that I’ll come and save your ass every time you get into trouble," Azra said plainly.
"Got it," Dean said, "So what is this business?"
"Well, I have to work through you Dean, so who should we start with, John, or Sammy over there?" Azra asked.
"YOU’RE NOT TAKING THEM!" Dean said protectively.
"And I have not intention to Dean, it’s more like... a friendly chat I guess." Azra smiled.
Dean didn’t want to wake his brother, he was sleeping peacefully still and that happened so rarely.
"Dad first," Dean said.
"Right, let’s go then," she said as she started to leave.
John’s room wasn’t very far from Sam’s and he was sleeping when they arrived. Dean noticed as soon as the walked in, the T.V. screen that was on went static.
"Do we have to wake him?" Dean asked.
"No, I need him asleep, I work best in people’s subconscious," Azra said, "Again, people see death coming and they start to panic."
"Right, so what do we do?" Dean asked.
"First, go to the opposite side of the bed," Azra ordered.
As soon as this was done she took Dean’s hand and touched John’s cheek with the other. "As soon as your ready to start put your hand on him Dean," she said. Dean took a deep breath and after a moment, he did as he was told.
The room suddenly seemed like it was spinning but it wasn’t the dizzy affect that Dean was used to and he remained standing as they entered John’s dream.
Dean found himself in a hotel parking lot next to Azra.
"Where is he?" Dean said as he searched around the parking lot for his father.
"Relax, he’s in room 167," Azra assured him.
"How do you know that?" Dean questioned.
"Angel of Death remember?" she shot him a look that pretty much said, ‘duh.’
"Well yeah but I didn’t think-" Dean was interrupted.
"Just go, it’s that way," she motioned to her right.
They knocked at the door and waited a moment.
"Oh yeah," Dean said as he proceeded to give the secret knock that John had drilled into him and Sam since they were to young to remember. Azra just rolled her eyes.
The door opened slightly and then was opened wider when John realized who it was.
"Dean!" he said with a smile, and then turned to face Azra, "Who’s this?" he said suspiciously.
"It’s alright Dad, she’s... a friend. She knows," Dean assured his father that everything was fine.
John lead them into the room and latched all of the locks after he closed the door.
"John, you know as well as I do that THOSE wont stop a thing," Azra said.
"Yeah but they’ll slow it down and they make me feel a hell of a lot better," John said.
"Let’s get down to business John," Azra said.
"What’s this about Dean!?" John was clearly alarmed by the woman.
"Just listen to her Dad, I think that it’s important," Dean said although he honestly had no idea at what was going to happen.
"Fine, but get to the point," John said, something didn’t sit right with him.
"Since you put it that way John," she paused and then called sweetly, "Mary, would you please join us for a moment?"
Dean and John were taken back by what they saw, Mary appeared as beautiful as ever.
"John," Mary said with a smile.
"Mom?" Dean’s voice cracked as he walked over to hug his mother for the first time in over 20 years.
"Yes, it’s me Dean," Mary said softly as she wrapped her arms around him.
John was speechless, he didn’t know whether he wanted to grab his gun or believe what his gut told him, that this was real.
"I’m so proud of you Dean," Mary said, "I’ve missed you so boys so much."
"Mary, I hate to rush this, I know that it’s been a while, but we need to keep things moving, we don’t have much time," Azra said as nicely as she could, but it was hard to make the words sound right, "I believe you had something to say to your husband."
Mary nodded with a tear in her eye.
She whispered into Dean’s ear before she broke away from the embrace, "Dean, remember this, I’m always watching you and I will always love you, you are my son."
Dean fought back his emotions and managed to get out a, "Yes mom."
"Alright Azra, I wont keep you," Mary said.
"Oh Mary!" John finally said.
"I wish I had more time John, but I need you to just listen. I’ve watched you, and I’m so proud that you save so many people. But this agenda you have about avenging me, it’s gotta stop," Mary paused, "I want you to be happy John, I want you stop being so reckless, so ready to sacrifice yourself to this cause."
"Mary, you don’t understand, if we don’t stop this thing, it’s just going to kill more people," John said as he walked over and put his hand over her cheek.
"I understand completely John, I still want you to kill the demon but," Mary swallowed, "I also want Sam and Dean to have a father when this is done, do you understand?"
John pulled Mary close to him and after a moment he swallowed a tear and said, "Yes Mary, I understand."
"I’m sorry to cut this short Mary, but I need to move on," Azra said.
"I understand Azra. Remember this John," Mary said before she finally looked at John and Dean and whispered, "Good bye." With that, Mary’s spirit faded away and she was gone.
Azra then stood up and walked over to John and put her hand on his cheek.
"Dean, take my hand, it’s time to go," Azra said and as soon as she felt his grip she looked into John’s eyes and said, "John, wake up." And he did.
They were suddenly back in the hospital and Dean watched as his father woke up.
"Dean, we need to move faster or Sam will be awake before we get back," Azra said.
As he was leaving he thought he heard his father whisper his mother’s name.
They arrived back in Dean’s room to find that Sam was still sleeping, but he was having another nightmare. A cold sweat covered Sam, he had obviously been in his nightmare for a long time.
"Your brother’s going to be harder than your father, I hadn’t counted on us taking this long," Azra said as she looked at Sam.
"Sammy," Dean said with concern as he rushed over to his brother.
"No! I can’t you wake him Dean, not yet," Azra said.
Dean stopped as he was about to touch his brother.
"What do we do then?" Dean asked, hear could hardly bear to watch his brother as he was fighting off some invisible foe.
"We go in together, just like with your father," she said, "Let me see if I can put his mind a little more at ease first." Azra walked over to Sam and started stroking his face and pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"That’s it Sam, just relax, everything’s alright," she cooed.
Sam stopped moving in his sleep, Dean noticed his breathing even out a little too.
"Take my hand when you’re ready Dean," she instructed not taking her gaze away from Sam’s face. Dean immediately grabbed her hand and they left the world of the hospital and arrived in Sam’s dream.
Dean found himself in Sam’s old dorm and saw Sam in the corner breathing heavily and looking confused.
"I thought I’d bring him some place familiar for this," Azra said to Dean, "You better go ahead of me, he’ll be pretty confused. Just don’t wake him up."
"Yes Sir!" Dean replied with a smile.
"Don’t you give me that crap Dean Winchester! You forget, I am death," she said with a smile.
"You have to hold that over my head don’t you?" Dean said.
Azra smacked him again, "Just go, Sam’s waiting for you." She saw Dean rub the back of his head and glance back at her. "Yeah, well it serves you right," she added.
Dean walked into the room and met Sam’s gaze.
"What’s going on Dean, how did I get here?" Sam asked.
Dean let out a short laugh, "That’s a funny story, maybe I’ll tell you the whole thing sometime."
"Huh?" Sam said.
"Never mind Sam," Dean replied and he paused long enough for Sam to say something.
"Dean, something’s not right here, I can feel it," Sam started, and then he whispered, "Dean, there’s something behind the door!"
"Just relax Sam," Dean wasn’t sure how to start the whole ‘The Angel of Death is on your door step, may she come in?’ speech.
Azra heard Dean hesitate and decided it was best if she came out.
"Sorry Sam, I didn’t want to startle you," she said as she came into view.
"Who’s this Dean, and how does she know me?!" Sam demanded.
"Just relax Sam, this is Azra, she’s a friend of mine," Dean said.
"Oh," Sam said as he walked over to Dean. Once Sam was sure that she couldn’t hear him he whispered to Dean, "Dean are you aware that you girlfriend over there isn’t human?"
"How did you-" Dean was interrupted as Azra walked over.
"Please Dean, your brother isn’t stupid, he sensed that I’m different," Azra then turned her gaze to Sam, "Although, he doesn’t know who I am." Sam’s eyes widened as he stepped back from them.
"It’s alright Sam. She wont hurt us, she isn’t evil," Dean said.
"Let’s sit down Sam, we have a lot to talk about," Azra requested.
"Alright," Sam said, he still wasn’t sure he trusted her.
"I’m going to go straight to the point Sam," Azra said, "You’re blaming yourself for Jess’s death and you need to stop, it’s not you’re fault."
Sam face changed to anger, how did she know about this?
"You told her didn’t you Dean?" Sam said with disappointment.
"No Sam I didn’t, she already knew, I can’t tell you how, but you need to talk to her," Dean said.
Sam let out a heavy sigh and began to speak.
"I had the visions, I saw it, I should have been honest with her, I should have warned her," Sam said.
"Even if you would have warned her, do you think that that alone would have stopped the demon from coming?" She asked.
"I don’t know, maybe," Sam said.
"I can tell you that the demon would have come for her anyway, and as much as I hate to say it, I think that the demon had her marked a soon as she met you," Azra said, "The same with your mother."
"I knew it," Sam said, "I knew that this was all my fault. Why me?" he asked.
"Because Sam, the world needs your family," Azra replied.
"It sounds like the world would be a lot better off without us, so many innocent people die because we’ve failed too often," Sam said.
"No Sam, so many people are saved because of your family. Mary died to make your father start hunting Sam," Azra said, "And Jess died so that you would start hunting again."
"Then I’ll stop hunting, I can’t give the demon what it wants," Sam began.
"Wrong, you need to keep hunting, keep saving people. Yes, the demon wants you to hunt Sam, but it has it’s own agenda and I don’t plan on letting it win," Azra said, "And letting you stop hunting for now would be letting it win. I can’t explain it to you Sam, you have to trust me on this."
"Why should I trust you?" Sam asked.
"Well for one, you don’t have a choice. And second, you should know that if you stop now, Jess, your mother, they will have died in vain. Is that what you want Sam?" Azra asked.
"No, it’s just," Sam paused, "It’s just sometimes I think that the world, my family, they would be a lot better off if I weren’t born."
"Don’t you dare say that Samael Winchester," she said sharply, "This is what’s meant to be, if you were never born Sam, there wouldn’t be a world to save."
"Sammy," Dean started to talk, "Why didn’t you ever tell me you felt that way?"
"Because Dean, you couldn’t have understood and besides, ‘No chick flick moments’ remember?"
"I’m sorry Sam, I had no idea," Dean said softly, "Sam I can tell you, this family needs you, Dad and I, we need you. Hey, how many times have you stopped Dad and I from going to far?"
Sam only sat there quietly with his head down.
"Look at me Sam!" Dean said, "You need to listen to Azra, she knows what she’s talking about."
Sam finally looked up at Azra, "What do you mean ‘wouldn’t be a world to save’?"
"I wish I could tell you I really do, but even if I did know everything, I’m not allowed to say, it’s against the rules," Azra said.
"Then tell me this, what are you?" Sam asked.
"You’re not ready to know that Sam, it took me some getting used to when I found out," Dean answered.
"I want to know Dean," Sam snapped back at him.
"Your brother’s right Sam, your not ready to find that out, not yet. I can tell you that I’m your friend and you’ll be glad one day that I’m on your side," Azra said.
"You never told me why I was chosen," Sam stated.
"Because I don’t know, I wasn’t the one who chose you and those like you. I would ask you why not you but then that would imply that anyone could’ve been chosen. Tell me Sam, could you honestly see Dean in your position," she laughed a little at this.
Sam pictured their roles reversed, if Dean was him and finally he looked up at Azra with a smile and said, "Hell no," with a laugh.
Dean didn’t know if he was supposed to be insulted by this, there was something unsaid that passed between them so he responded in the way that he deemed most appropriate.
"Bitch," Dean said to Sam.
"Jerk," Sam said right back.
Azra laughed at the little exchange, she’d never seen two brothers so close before.
"Do we have an understanding Sam?" she asked after her laughter stopped.
"Yes, we have an understanding for now," Sam said.
"Good, then my mission is finished," Azra said, "Oh by the way, a friend of yours has a message for you."
Suddenly a figure came out of the shadows and Sam gasped at what he saw.
"Jess..." Sam said.
"Hey, Sam," Jess replied as she went to grab Sam’s hand.
"Listen Sam, we’re kinda on borrowed time here so I have to make this quick," Jess said, "I want you to take better care of yourself, you look like hell. Get some sleep, I know you’ve been having nightmares, but I’ll see if I can make sure that you get a few restful nights now and again. I want you to do what Azra said, keep hunting," Jess said.
"I’m sorry Jess," Sam said.
"Don’t Sam, it was my purpose. I want you to know that I would have said yes," she continued.
Sam gave her a confused look.
"I went to Stanford too Sam I’m not dumb. You don’t think that I caught you looking at rings a few times? I wanted to let you do it your way, but no matter how you would have done it, I would have said yes, I know that’s been bothering you among other things," Jess then leaned in close to Sam and whispered in his ear, "I also want you to know this, I found out about what you and your brother do before..."
"How? I never told you," Sam was puzzled.
"While you were gone with Dean, I went through some of your things. Among other things, I found letters, letters to Dean about how you missed him, letters to your Dad about how you were sorry about the fight, letters that you wrote, but never sent. I want you to know that I was scared at first, but then I understood why you didn’t tell me, and let me tell you Sam, you were right, you guys aren’t exactly the Brady Bunch," she finished.
Sam let out a half laugh half sob and said, "So you’re okay with it?"
"I’m more than okay with it Sam, how many girls get a boyfriend who’s a handsome genius and kills the things that go bump in the night in his spare time?" she asked.
"Jess, it’s time for you to go back," Azra said.
"I love you Sam," Jess said. Sam and Jess leaned in and shared one last kiss. And when Sam opened his eyes, she was gone. "I love you too," Sam whispered.
"It’s time for us to leave Dean," Azra said.
Azra touched Sam’s face as she did John’s and waited for Dean to grab her hand. After a moment he didn’t and she faced him and said.
"Uh... Dean awkward moment here, you mind speeding things along?"
"Yeah, I’m coming," Dean grumbled, he was tired of following orders. He reached for her hand and stopped.
"By the way Sam, you mind moving that damn salt? It’s a bitch and I’d like to get back into my body will I’m young," Dean said.
"You mean to say that you’ve been trapped the entire time?" Sam said horrified at what he’d done.
"Yeah, and I want you to know that Metallica," Dean paused, "Metallica is a classic and it’s better than any of your music!"
"Oh, you heard that?" Sam asked.
"No, I’m a mind reader now, of course I heard that," Dean replied, "So about the salt, it’s been a real pain in the ass to me."
"Sure thing Dean," Sam replied.
"You two hens can cluck when you’re awake, I have other business to attend to," Azra interupted.
"Oh, right, forgot," Dean said with a smile as he took her hand.
They were back in the hospital. Sam suddenly woke up without gasping for once.
"Was that all just a weird dream?" He asked aloud. He felt something jab his arm.
"Dean?" Sam asked then he remembered, the salt. He grabbed his jacket and quickly used it to brush away a large area of the salt and disrupt the ring.
"Come on Dean, wake up, you don’t have anymore excuses," Sam said leaning into his brother.
Dean looked at his body and back up at Azra, "How do I-"
"Just lay down like the bed it empty and settle in," Azra said.
Dean sat on the side of the bed and before laying down looked at Azra one last time with sincerity and said, "Thank you," he paused, "For everything you know?"
"Hey, this isn’t a chick flick. Don’t keep Sam waiting, the suspense is killing him," she said.
Dean look at Sam and looked at her with a twisted smile, "Maybe just let him sweat it out one more minute."
"Go Dean, before I change my mind about you," Azra said.
"Playing the death card again I see, alright I’m going," Dean said as he started to lay down.
"Wait," she said before he was fully on his back.
"What know, make up your mind," Dean said.
"Just remember, just because you have me watching your back is no excuse for you to get sloppy Dean, you wont like my sense of humor, understand?" Azra asked.
"I wouldn’t dream of it," Dean said as he continued and with his last glance before settling in, he shot a wink at her.
Dean’s eyes were closed, he felt Sam close to him and heard him calling his name.
"Dude, get off of me," Dean grumbled.
"Dean thank God, I thought you’d never wake up," Sam said as he gave Dean more space.
"You think I’m gonna stay in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot?" Dean said, "I pick the next one, you always pick the one’s with the ugly nurses."
They sat there looking at each other for a moment and finally Sam broke the silence.
"Dean, did you have a dream about a girl, she had brown hair and green eyes?"
"What, you have that dream too?" Dean asked with a sly twisted smile, "She was an angel wasn’t she?" Dean felt something invisible hit the back of his head and smiled even more.
"Get your head out of the gutter for once Dean," Sam said.
They were admitted from the hospital three days later. It wasn’t easy, but Sam managed to find a rental while the Impala was being fixed.
"A VAN SAM, YOU GOT US A VAN?!" Dean yelled.
"It was the only thing they had with a cassette player," Sam said, "God knows you can’t drive without that noise."
"Fine, I don’t really feel like arguing," Dean replied, "Where to Sammy?"
"Dad said that he’d meet up with us in Maize before we went to Lawrence, it’s a small town north of Wichita. I think he wants to lay low for a while," Sam answered.
"Maize it is," Dean said as he put in an ACDC tape.
"Besides, I had your car towed to Dad’s old garage, I know you don’t trust anyone besides them to take care of her," Sam said.
The van hit the interstate and drove off as Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution played in the background.
CHANGE IN CONTENT, THE LINK ABOVE SAYS PART 4, IT LIES, THIS IS PART 2/2. I HAVE MADE IT INTO 2 PARTS INSTEAD OF 4.
Author's Note: Thank you all for reading, please comment and review, help me make this beetter. Also I intentionally mispelled Sam's full name for all of you who helped me look up death personified in wikipedia. Thanx alot guys. Be honest in your reviews, grammar? spelling? plot? characters in charcter? the whole nine yards. Love you all for helping me! @{'_'}@