Supernatural: Season Two

In My Time of Dying (4)

In My Time of Dying (4)

Kylie's POV

I felt a soft shake to my shoulder, my eyes instantly opening as I glanced around me.

"Hey, you fell asleep." Sam said softly

"Sam?" I asked and sat up straight, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Where were you?" I asked with a yawn.

"Well don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way I think we can talk to Dean." I raised a brow as Sam pulled out the Mystical Talking Board

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." I chuckled as Sam set the board on the floor.

"I said don't make fun of me." Sam sighed as he sat on the floor, crossed legged.

I rolled my chair over to Sam and shook my head. "You know what he's probably thinking?" I chuckled, "That he's at a slumber party, and not the hot kind."

Sam rolled his eyes and ignored me. "Dean? Dean, are you here?" He called before settling his hands on the pointer.

I made fun of Sam for the board, but there was nothing I hoped for more than it to move even a hair.

At first nothing happened, and I was ready to leave not wanting to see Sam embarrass himself, but when the pointer slid to "YES" tears filled my eyes, and a sob left my lips.

"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam let out a laugh with relief.

"Damn straight." I let out a chuckle and wiped my eyes just as the pointer started moving again.

"Dean, what?" Sam watched the pointer move. "H? U? Hunt? Hunting?" He questioned.

I moved my chair closer. "What are you hunting?"

The pointer quickly slid back to "YES".

"In the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam shot out questions excitedly while I fidgeted in my chair.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

I watched as the pointer slid again, before realizing what he was spelling.

"Reaper." I ran a hand over my face.

"Dean," Sam paused. "Is it after you?"

I prayed as hard as I could for that pointer to slide to 'no', but when it went into the opposite direction I had to hold myself back.

"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam let out before shaking his head. "Man, you're, um . . ." He trailed, not knowing what to say but I knew what he was thinking.

"No." I shook my head, backing my chair up. "No, no, no, there's gotta be a way."

"Kylie." Sam sighed.

"There's gotta be a way." I repeated. "John will know what to do."

"Kylie." Sam called after me as I hurried out of the room. "Just slow down."

"We don't have time." I looked at Sam. "You can't kill death Sam, so we have to find a way to wake him up or maybe John has some sort of spell."

I wheeled as fast as I could to John's room, my hands burning against the wheels.

"John we ne-" I stopped when I realized John's bed was empty.

"Dad?" Sam called from behind me.

I shook my head angrily before pushing the plastic jug of water that was next to me on the floor.

"Where did he go?" I asked Sam who only shook his head.

"Who knows." Sam sighed before shaking his head and picking up his journal.

I shook my head again before following Sam back to Dean's room.

"Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam sighed as I ran my hands through my hair. "But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in there." He suggested.

"This is ridiculous." I sighed. "Where is he?"

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John's POV

I had a plan.

One that would save Dean and maybe Kylie too if I was lucky enough, but they wouldn't understand.

They wouldn't understand what I had to do to protect them.

I finished the incantation before slicing my hand, drawing blood and letting it drip to the bowl. I lit a match, and with a breath, I dropped it into the sand.

I stood up, looking around for a sign, but I got nothing.

What a waste.

"What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?"

I turned my head to see a staff member looking at me as if I was crazy.

"I can explain." I tried.

"Yeah? You're going to explain to security." He shook his head. "Come on. You follow me."

I let out a chuckle before pulling out the Colt and cocking it. "Hey. How stupid do you think I am?"

The demon turned to face me, his eyes glowing yellow. "You really want an honest answer to that?"

Two possessed men in lab coats stalked up behind me, making me tense.

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

"I could always shoot you." I shrugged.

"You could always miss." He let out a laugh. "And you've only got one try, don't cha?" He taunted. "Did you really think you could trap me?" He asked cockily.

"Oh, I don't want to trap you." I shook my head, lowering the gun. "I want to make a deal."

The demon looked at me intrigued. "It's very unseemly, making deal with devils. How do I know this isn't another trick?" He questioned.

"It's not trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean. You've got to bring him back." I explained.

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

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

I wasn't going to be able to save two of my kids, but if I could save Dean then we could work on saving Kylie.

"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. But still, you're right," he shrugged, "he isn't much of a threat, and neither is your other son." He hummed. "And Kylie," He let out a whistle, "from what I hear, she won't even be able to walk soon." He shook his head. "Shame. She could've been a great player on my team." He paused and smiled. "You know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children?"

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Yeah, I've known for a while."

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

"Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?" I asked, changing the subject.

"No." He said simply. "But I know someone who can, it's not a problem."

Relief came over me quickly, but I stayed calm. "Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to make sure that Dean's okay. With my own eyes."

"Oh John. I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" He teased.

I shook my head slowly making his shrug.

"Fine."

"So we have a deal?" I asked.

"No, John, not yet." He grinned. "You still need to sweeten the pot."

"With what?"

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