I woke up alone on a table. I sat up and looked around the room, there were metal cabintes imbedded in the walls and a lot of medical tools. I sat up and looked down at my clothes, they were still covered in blood and a bit of vomit. I didn't smell any of it though, so it didn't really bother me. "Dean?" I called out as I slid off the table, there was no response. "Sammy?" I called as I walked through an open door, which led to a hallway. "Daddy?" There was no response as I wandered up a flight of stairs. "Hello?" I questioned, there was a woman in scrubs walking down a hallway in the opposite direction. The woman didn't even turn around, did she not hear me? "Hello?" I called out, louder this time. She still didn't acknowledge it. I wandered down the hallway behind her, maybe I'd see Sam or Dean or Dad... I followed her for a bit, into a lobby area, which was where I saw Dean walking down a hallway. "Dean!" I yelled, running past the woman to get to him, he turned around quickly, wearing what I'd seen a few other patients wearing. A white shirt and scrub pants. "Christina!" Dean had a few cuts on his face as he picked me up, "What happened?" I asked him, clinging to his neck. "We got in a pretty bad car crash Chris," he answered, walking back down the hallway he'd been walking down. "Why can't anyone see me? I followed a lady around for a while and she never saw me." Dean swallowed thickly, turning into a room. There were a lot of wires and tubes attatched to the man on the bed, Sammy was standing near the door. "Because we're like ghosts right now," Dean told me, motioning towards the bed. Dean, Dean was on the bed. But Dean was also holding me. "I don't understand," I told him after he put me down. I walked over to the bed and looked at the living Dean. "What don't you understand?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam. "You and Sammy are up here, your clothes are different. Where am I?" I asked, turning back towards him. Dean looked down at the floor for a few moments before looking back at me, tears were in his eyes, "Chris, you died on impact."
I stared at him, I couldn't be dead. I told Blue... Sam stepped into the room as the doctors cleared out of it, digging into his pocket and taking out a small figure; Sylvester, I realized. He had blood dotted all over his head. I stared, "I-I don't understand," I told him, shaking my head. "Yellow eyes threw you at the cabin, gave you a concussion. You hit your head in the crash and..." Dean trailed off. That was just before a woman started yelling, "Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" Dean sighed, petting my head, "I'll be right back," before he walked out of the room. "Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" the woman was yelling. I stood there in shock for a few moments, watching as Sam started to lumber out of the room. "Sammy," I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me as I chased after him. I glanced down the hall, Dean was talking to some woman. I followed Sam as he walked into another room, Dad was sitting in a bed. Dad was okay! "It was Dean wasn't it?" was all Dad said as Sam walked in. Sam only nodded slowly, "He's stable, for now..." I stared up at Sam for a moment, he looked like he'd been crying. Dad did too now that I looked at him... I slowly reached out and touched Sam's hand with my fingers. He shuddered and jerked his hand away, staring at where I was, but not really seeing me. "Sam?" Dad asked, giving Sam a weird look, "Are you okay?" Sam nodded his head, eyes glancing away, "I thought I felt something," Sam dismissed. Dad didn't look to sure about that, "What did you feel?" Dad questioned. Sam shook his head, "Just cold," Sam informed, taking a step towards the bed. I reached out and grabbed at his jacket, my hand just went through it. I pulled myself onto Dad's bed, he had scratches on his face. I reached out and ran a finger over one of the scratches, he shuddered. Sam stared at him, "You felt it too?" Sam asked. That was just as Dean appeared in the doorway with the woman peering over his shoulder, "Chris! What are you doing?" Dean snapped. "They feel me Dean," I told him excitedly, sliding off of the bed. Dad ran a hand over where I'd touched his face, giving a small nod. "Do you think it's Chris?" Sam sounded hopeful. I looked back at Dean, the woman sad as she not-so-subtly whispered, "Is she dead?" in Dean's ear. I turned away from them and put my hands on Dad's bed, he shook his head, "No. She would've moved on, there's nothing holding her here," Dad dismissed sadly. "But it is me..." I heard Dean step into the room, "Chris, let's go." I felt his hand on my shoulder. I grazed my fingers against Sam's hand again as Dean took me out of the room. I got out of Dean's grip and took off, "Chris!" Dean yelled, I could hear him running after me. It only urged me to run faster, I took off down the stairs, back to where I woke up. "Chris!" Dean yelled, stomping down the stairs after me. I went through a door and saw one of the metal cabinets open. Inside was a table that was pulled out, a small body laying on it. My body I realized faintly, but I was more focused on the figure hunched over my body sobbing. I ran forward and hugged him from behind, "Chris, get away from that," Dean ordered when he came into the room. The woman was lingering behind him. "Chrissy!" Blue exclaimed, turning around quickly to hug me with both his arms and his wings. I could feel that he was still crying. "What the hell is that?" I heard the woman ask Dean. "That's a bad word," Blue snapped at her. "Chris, who is that?" Dean rephrased the woman's question. "Blue," I answered, my face still buried in Blue's neck. "What is he?" Dean asked, his voice sounded closer. "He's my friend," I informed, Blue's arms tightened around me. Blue sniffled after a moment, "Why did you send me away!" he wailed. "You know why," I whispered to him. "Chris, let's get out of here," Dean sounded like he was right behind me. Blue loosened his grip, but grabbed onto my hand. "Let's get back upstairs and see what everyone's doing," Dean offered, eyeing Blue. Blue rubbed his eye and nose with his other hand, "I don't want to be down here anymore," Blue agreed, we followed Dean and the woman back up the stairs. The woman went to watch her body when it started to get dark.
Sam had left and hadn't come back until dark, going straight to Dean's room holding a paper bag. "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," Sam said, glancing around before pulling out a box from the bag. The cover read 'Mystical Talking Board'. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Dean muttered. I was sitting cross legged on Dean's bed with Blue behind me. Sam walked arouned to the other side of the bed before sitting cross legged on the floor, opening the box and pulling out a board. "Dean? Dean, are you here?" Sam called out. "God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party," Dean complained as he sat opposite of Sam. I crawled over Blue to look down at the board, "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work," Dean warned before touching the pointer Sam was touching. It moved towards 'YES', causing Sam to give a small gasp. "I'll be damned," Dean mused, Blue sent him a look, "That's bad language." Dean sent him a glare as Sam started to talk after giving a relieved laugh, "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean. Is... Is Chris there too?" Sam sounded hopeful. Dean moved the pointer back to yes, causing Sam to look down, "I'm so sorry Chris, if I'd just buckled you up..." Sam started, but Dean interrupted, "No, no, don't start blaming yourself for this too," and started sliding the pointer around the board. "Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked, Dean slid the pointer to 'YES'. He didn't tell me about this, what was he after at a hospital? "It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam asked, spitting off rapid fire questions. "One question at a time, dude," Dean muttered, sending him a look. "What is it?" Sam asked after Dean didn't move the pointer. Dean slid the pointer to the letters R-E-A-P, while saying, "I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up," I looked at Dean, "Then shouldn't it have gotten me already?" I asked. Dean looked at me shrugging, "I honestly don't know how being a reaper works, but I don't think either of us should be here right now." Dean told me as Sam said, "A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" Dean slid the pointer to 'YES'. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it," Sam muttered, looking a bit heart broken. "Yeah, you can't kill death," Dean mused. "Man, you're, um," Sam trailed off, Dean finished for him, "I'm screwed, Sam." It seemed like Sam either knew what he was going to say or had finished the sentence in his head, "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way," Sam jumped to his feet pacing, "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do," and with that, Sam ran out of the room.
He came back almost five minutes later carrying Dad's journal. "Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room," Sam announced as he sat on Dean's bed, almost on my legs. Dean was leaning against the window. "Where is he?" Dean asked, but of course Sam ignored him, "But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." I slid off of the bed, "I'll go find Dad," I told Dean as I walked out of the room, "Be careful," Dean called out after me. I heard Blue slide off the bed and chase after me. "Wait up!" Blue called out, I let out a laugh, "Catch me if you can!" I taunted as I took off running down the hall. "Chris wait up!" I heard Blue yell faintly as I turned into the stairway. It didn't take long for me to get lost somewhere way downstairs. It was pretty dirty down here too... But I did find Dad, there were two doctors behind him and what looked like a handy man with his back to me. Dad had a gun in his hand, "If only your kids knew how much their Daddy loved them," the handy man was saying. "It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean or Chris," Dad told him. I had the itch of a feeling that the handy man wasn't human. "Daddy what are you doing?" I asked, the handy man turned around. "Well aren't you precious?" he asked, I froze. His eyes were yellow, "What the hell are you talking about?" Dad asked, warily eyeing him. The man snapped his fingers and Dad's gaze fixed on me. "Chris..." Blue chose that moment to come running into the room, freezing when he saw Yellow Eyes, "Oh Fuddrucker's," was all Blue said before Yellow Eyes waved a hand, sending Blue into the wall. "Man, I do hate you Zanna," Yellow Eyes commented, that was just before he waved his hand and suddenly the scenery changed. I was in a small metal box, "Blue? Daddy?" I called out. There was silence. I was cold, I was dead, dead don't feel cold. Why was I cold? I heard someone walk into the room, "Chris?" It sounded like Dad... "Daddy?" I called out slowly. I heard some clanking and then light flooded the small box. "Christina," I heard Dad choke as I was dragged out of the box. It was so much warmer than the box... "What happened?" Dad picked me up and hugged me, "Don't worry about it," he dismissed, walking out of the room after I changed into a white shirt and blue scrub pants, like Dean had been in. We walked up the stairs and Dad stopped at the beginning of the hall, crouching in front of me, "I need you to stay here for a moment okay?" I nodded my head, watching as Dad wandered down the hall and stopped in front of a room. He stood there for a moment before he wandered in. About a minute later, Sam walked out looking confused. He stared ahead as he walked past me. I shrugged it off and watched Dad walk out of the room and into a different one, not even looking in my direction. Sam come back a moment later with a cup of coffee, "Hey Sammy." I told him from my place on the floor. He froze, turning around slowly, "Christina?" I nodded my head, "Hi Sammy." Sam stared at me for another moment, "How did you-?" he trailed off, reaaching down and touching the top of my head. "Daddy told me to wait here, he went in the room over there," I informed. Sam straightened off and ran down the hall, "Dad?!"