Sam and I had managed to wake Dean and take him back to the motel room. Sam did go back out to see what else he could find out. I stayed to attend Dean's minor wounds. He just needed an ice pack, and a lay down. While he was holding some ice wrapped around a towel that the room had.

"Keep it pressed to your head," I instructed Dean, coming over and grabbing his hand, and putting pressure onto it. He winches at my firm grip on his hand and pressing the ice to his head.

"Gentle," was the single word that fell from his lips. "I would like to have a head after all of this," he was snarky in that comment, making me roll my eyes and shoved his head gently away, taking a few steps back.

"We'll be lucky to get out of this alive," I retorted, now that Alastair was back in the picture, but him being here I could not foresee. I didn't even know that he was here to break a seal. That's the only reason I can think he's here. "Are you going to be ok?" I lowered myself onto the opposite bed of Dean, his eyes looking at me and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Is that genuine concern I hear?" He was snarky, and even titled his head to the side a little bit. I did sound concerned for his well-being, and that was not like me.

"No," I shot back quickly. "It was just a question," was all I said, my eyes darting away from his knowing look. "Just lay down, you might feel better," I instructed him, but he couldn't say no to a lay down. Dean leaned back onto the bed, keeping the ice on his head.

"I want to know something," I said after a minute of silence between us.

"What?" He replies in a bitter way, as if he had no time for questions.

"What is Sam? There's a dark feeling I get in my stomach. It's evil," I was blunt in my reply, but it sounded bitter, and filled with disgust.

"Sam's not evil," Dean was firm in his reply as he shot upright, connecting our eyes. "So, keep your mouth shut. You don't know what you're talking about," Dean was snappy in his reply, finding my comment disrespectful, and the hint of anger filling his words and eyes. I remained quiet, my eyes just burning into his, but after a moment, he reclined back to his laying down position. Taking my silence as confirmation for keeping my mouth shut. Five minutes passed, and I remained on the bed, my eyes drifting from Dean to the floor, not wanting him to get the feeling he was being watched, but it also gave me time to think about Sam and his demonic powers. I've heard the stories, and what Lilith had told me about him. But being near him, actually seeing him use these powers, was overwhelming.

"How you doing?" Sam's voice echoed in my ears, bringing me out of my head, as I twisted my head over to the door seeing him hold a smirk.

"I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing. I think I have a concussion," Dean retorted, not leaning up to look at his younger brother.

"You want some aspirin?" Sam suggested some medication to ease his pain.

"No thanks, House," Dean replied, leaning up as he spoke, mocking Sam. "So, Demons, huh?" Dean locked eyes with his brother.

"Yeah. So much for miracles," Sam sounded disappointed that these weren't miracles happening to good people, but the work of Demons.

"And what the hell happened with Alastair again?" Dean questioned, which took me by surprise. Was he asking out of curiosity or because of what I merely said to him?

"I told you, he tried to fling me or whatever-"Sam did the little hand gesture to suggest the 'flinging' power, as he walked from his position by the door over to the bed. "-And it didn't work, so he bailed," he reached the set of draws next to his bed, his back facing us. But I didn't speak up, I was leaving the secrets for them to find out.

"Well, how come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time," Dean remembers the time, not so long ago, that Alastair used his power on Sam, and it was a powerful fling. Sam had turned around, but I readjusted my sights on Dean, who was staring intently at him.

"Got no idea," Sam lied, clearly Dean knew that due to his expression he's pulling.

"Sam, do me a favor. If you're gonna keep your little secrets, I can't really stop you. But just don't treat me like an idiot, ok?" Dean was straight up and forward with his brother, the lies between them could fill a book.

"What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets," Sam was speaking words, but they were merely lies falling from his lips. Dean let out a 'Mm-hmm' sound, knowing that it was a bag of crap, and that there was more going on here than he knew.

"No time for brother rivalry," I announced, wanting them to get back on track, so we could solve this mystery.

"Whatever," Dean spoke, either to both mine and Sam's statements. "So, did you go back and Q-and-A the dead kid?" Dean questioned.

"Didn't have to," Sam began, coming around the end of the bed. "Bobby called. He did some digging," Sam waved the little black book he was holding in his hand.

"And?" Dean asked, as Sam sat to the right of me, the bed dipped adjusting to his weight.

"He thinks I'm right... Local reaper's gone. Not just gone -- Kidnapped," Sam explained.

"By Demons? Why?" Dean was confused about why Demons wanted a reaper, but I feel like this was going to be the breakthrough the boys were going to get. And learned that Alastair was going to break a seal.

"Listen to this," Sam opened the black book, and went to the selected page he marked. "And he bloodied death under the newborn sky -- sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured," Sam read aloud from the book.

"Swanky. What the hell's that mean?"

"It's from a very obscure, and very arcane version of Revelations," I spoke up from the side of Sam, my eyes darting from both brothers.

"Which means what I think it means?" Dean didn't look all that pleased with what he was thinking this was.

"Basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon -"

"Tomorrow night," I interjected, cutting Sam off for a brief moment.

"You got yourself a broken seal," Sam finished off his explanation.

"How do you ice a reaper? You can't kill death," Dean was so sure about his statement, because Death was death, there was nothing deadlier than death.

"I don't know. Maybe Demons can," Sam replied to his comment. Which was correct, anyone could kill death with the right power.

"Nature has balance, all things die, even Reapers," I added to the end of Sam's comment. "Speaking of Demons, where are the Angels when you need them?" I floated the question in the air, as this would be a seal they wouldn't want broken.

"It looks like we're gonna have to take care of this one ourselves," Dean announces, as if we were on our own in this.

"What are we gonna do just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?" Sam suggested, but that was never going to happen in reality.

"You got a better idea, I'm all ears,"

"Dean, reapers are invisible. The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying," Sam explained to his brother, but my eyes cast to Dean and he had that expression. A one that I know all too well.

"Well, if Ghosts are the only ones, that can see them-"

"Yeah?" Sam spoke before Dean could finish his sentence, as his head raised up to meet our gazes.

"Then we become Ghosts," with the words that fell from his lips, it made me chuckle at his idea. As he raised the towel with the ice back to his head.

"You do have a concussion," Sam retorted, finding his saying ridiculous.

"Here, I'll grab a knife and stab you now," the chuckle vanished half-way through my words, and was replaced with seriousness.

"Sounds crazy, I know," Dean responded, his eyes cocking from Sam and I.

"Because it is!" I exclaimed, finding it widely unlikely they were willing to die to go to the other side. Dean simply flashed his eyebrows to us, because he had a plan, and was willing to share it.

"How?" Sam was intrigued in Dean's plans, and so was I, but the plan was going to be risky. Whatever he had in store was going to require them to cross on over.

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