Saved by a Psychic>> S.W.

Hell

Hannah's POV:
I rolled over trying to drag myself away with my last efforts but to no avail. The hell hounds just ripped into my back which was worse than the stomach so I rolled back over in the hope of making it a slightly less agonizing death. What was almost as bad as the pain was Sam's desperate screams of "NO! HANNAH! STOP! STOP IT!" it hurt me to hear him that way. But I put that out of my mind as my heart beat slowed and my breathing became shallow and replaced those thoughts with my happiest memories of Sam. The last thing I thought was, Goodbye Sam Winchester. I love you so much.

Sam's POV:
The sight of Hannah being ripped apart by those filthy, awful, hell hounds was more horrific than any monster or murder I had ever seen. In that moment, I knew that I cared more about her than I did Jess when she was alive and I didn't know that was even possible. But seeing that, was the worst moment of my life and I knew I would be having nightmares of this moment forever. Lilith let Dean drop and he crawled over to Hannah. Lilith raised a hand and a blinding light came from her hand. I think she was trying to smite me, and right now that would been a graciously taken gift. I already didn't like the way the world seemed without Hannah's beauty and bright personality, so I knew that I didn't want to live in a world without her. But for some reason, it didn't work and I went to stab Lilith but she flew out and Ruby collapsed. Then I saw Dean cradling Hannah's head and that's when I broke down. The world seemed unimportant and I dropped to my knees. Taking Hannah's head from Dean I cradled her as if she were a fragile bird. I cried then and for what felt like hours, I just sat there and held her, my tears soaking her shirt and hair. Finally, I reached up and closed her blank eyes, unable to stand not seeing the once bright light in her eyes. I could still see the ghost of her last smile, hear her saying, It's okay Sammy. You'll find someone else. But always remember that I will always love you. But the thing was that I didn't want to find someone else because, yet again, I lost the love of my love just as I was about to propose. I had a ring picked out and I was going to give it to her if we made it out alive. I should have given it to her before. And the tears started again. Well, I was done connecting with people. I kill everyone I come close to. I know Hannah wouldn't want me to think that way so I pushed the thought out of my mind. I sat there with her just going over my favorite memories we had together as I cried, mostly silently. I tried to block the memories of carrying her to the Impala and riding with her in my arms and then going to our special place in a clearing of the forest nearest to our most recent motel and burying her. Before I did that, I took out the ring I was going to propose with and slipped it onto her finger. I brushed the strands of hair out of her face and kissed her forehead as my salty tears ran down my face. Then I laid her down in the plot. I replaced the dirt and hammered a cross that said:

Hannah Day
  Born: July 7, 1982
      Passed away: April 17, 2008