When your mom wants to blame your animals for you being sick...Seems she forgets that the weathers been very bipolar where I am......

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Episode: Season 2 Episode 1

Part: 3

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom. And I mean EVERYTHING.

Enjoy~

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~Dean's Room, Night~

Sam entered the room quietly, clutching a brown paper bag in his arms.

"Hey. I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk."

He pulled out a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board." Dean was behind him, arms folded.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Just go find (M/n) or something."

Sam circled the bed and sits cross legged on the floor. He opened the box and pulls out the board.

"Dean? Dean, are you here?"

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He sat opposite pf Sam. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work."

Sam placed his hands on the pointer. Dean placed his fingers on it and slowly, concentrating, he slides it to "YES" on the board. Sam gasps.

"I'll be damned."

"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam laughed in relief.

"Damn straight." Dean placed his fingers on the pointer again and starts sliding it. Sam watched the pointer slide under his fingers.

"Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked. The pointer went to yes. "It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is? What is it?" Sam asked.

The pointer slide to the letters R,E,A,P.

"I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up."

"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" The pointer went to yes. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it."

"Yeah, you can't kill death."

~Boiler room~

John pushes the door open and enters, carrying the duffel bag. He walks through a dark and dripping hallway to a clear space, places the bag down. He pulls out a box of white chalk and starts drawing a large symbol on the floor.

"You know what your doing is wrong, right?" (M/n) showed up behind John.

"It has to be done."

"No it doesn't. Look, there's a reaper here. Its going to get Dean. We can find another way. I can stall it."

"No. Just stay back and let this happen." John told the demon.

~Back to Dean's Room~

Sam returns carrying the journal. He sits on the edge of Dean's bed.

"Hey. So dad wasn't in his room."

"Where is he?"

"But I got dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here."

Sam flips open the journal and leafs through it, glancing up at Dean's unconscious form occasionally. Dean's spirit comes to stand behind him.

"Thanks for not giving up on me, Sammy."

Sam turns to a page that says "Reapers", Dean leans over and read something. His eyes go wide.

"Son of a bitch." He leaves, stalking down the hallway until he sees, Tessa sitting on the edge of the bed. She's dressed differently.

"Hi, Dean."

"You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, a pretty girl. You are much prettier than the last reaper I met."

"I was wondering when you would figure it out. As that friend of yours is useless. He sure does like keeping secrets doesn't he?"

"I should have known. That whole "accepting fate" rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out.

"It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want."

"What, is this like turn-on for you? What toying with me?"

"You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me."

"Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?"

"How death is nothing to fear." She touches his cheek. "Its your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already."

~Boiler room~

John has finished the chalk symbol, has placed several candles and a black bowl around it. He is incanting in Latin. He slides a knife across his palm, drawing blood and dripping it on the bowl. He lights a match and drops it in; the sand in the bowl flares and goes out. John stand, looking around. (M/n) was silently standing a few feet away. A hand grabs the mans shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing here, buddy?" A man said.

"I can explain."

"Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me."

John pulled the Colt out and cocked it. "Hey, How stupid do you think I am?"

The man's eyes glowed. "You really want an honest answer to that?" Three possessed men in lab coats stalk by. Two taking a position behind John and one behind (M/n).

"You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them."

"I could always shoot you."

"You could always miss." The demon laughs, (M/n) rolled his eyes. "And you've only got one try, don't'cha? Did you really think you could trap me?

"Oh, I don't want to trap you." He lowers the gun. "I want to make a deal."

The demon looked intrigued.

"It's very unseemly, making deal with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?"

"You ain't the devil. Your lower then he is." (M/n) said.

"Shut up." The demon spit at him. The possessed man behind the boy covered his mouth.

"It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean. You've got to being him back."

"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them."

"It's a good trade. You care hell of a lot more about this gun then you do Dean."

"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. but still, you're right, he isn't much of a threat. And neither is your other son.. Him on the other hand." The demon looked at (M/n). "You know the truth, right? About Sammy? AN d the other children?"

"Yeah, I've known for a while." John replied.

"But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb."

"Can you bring Dean back? Yes r no?"

"No. But I know someone who can. It's not a problem." The two demons were still staring at each other.

"Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that Dean's okay. With my own eyes."

"Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" John shook his head slowly. "Fine."

"So we have a deal?"

"There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more."

~Empty Room~

Dean is sitting on the bed. Tessa behind him. She strokes his hair tenderly.

"It's time to put the pain behind you."

"And go where? What about Sam, what about (M/n)?"

"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing you mind later. So what's it going to be?"

As he turns to look at her, the lights start flickering, a familiar buzzing starts.

"What are you doing that for?"

"I'm not doing it."

Both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon ichor pour out of it.

"What the ell?"

"You can't do this! Get away!" Tessa yelled.

"What's happening?!"

Tessa screams as the demon flows into her mouth. She turns, eyes glowing yellow.

"Today's your lucky day, kid."

The demon places a hand on Dean's forehead; He convulses,.

~Dean's Room~

Sam is still sitting on the bed as Dean gasps, waking suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat.

"Dean?" Sam ran into the hallway. "Help! I need help!" (M/n) showed up in the corner of the room, looking a bit down.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." The doctor said. Dean glanced at (M/n).

"Thanks, doc." The doctor leaves, Dean turns to Sam. "So you said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah."

"How's I ditch it?"

"You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong."

A knock at the door, John was hovering in the doorway.

"How you feeling, did?"

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matter."

"Where were you last night?" Sam said angry.

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Sam, knock it off." (M/n) said.

"Did you go after the demon?"

"No."

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?"

"Can we not fight? You know, half the tine we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

"Dad are you alright?":

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah, yeah sure."

Sam leaves, still frowning. John looks after him, sad.

"What is it?"

"You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look ,e in the eye and you'd....You'd say "It's okay, dad."" He paused. "Dean I'm sorry."

"What?"

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you.. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up to fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you."

"This really you talking?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." By the sad look in (M/n)'s eyes, Dean could tell it was his father.

"Why are you saying this stuff?"

John come closer, outs a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?"

"Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me."

"Don't be scared, Dean." John leaned over and whispered something into Dean's ear. Dean pulled back in shock, processing what he had said. John leaves, and Dean stares after him.

~Hospital room~

John enters and places the colt on a small bed table.

"Okay." He said.

~Hallway~

Sam walks back to the room carrying a cup of coffee. He looks into a room and sees John on the floor.

"Dad?!"

Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him and screaming for help. Once again, a crowd of doctor and nurses attempt resuscitation, this time on John. Dean, Sam, and (M/n) hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out.

"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad! Come on." He pleaded.

"Okay, stop compressions."

"Come on, come on.""

"Still no pulse." The nurse said.

"Okay, that's it everybody."

"I'll call it. "