If my wings should fail me, Lord

[hopeitsworthit]

Well, at least now Dean knows why he's dying. Getting to listen to the doctors talking about all the shit that's wrong with you while you're standin' right there--that's gotta be one for the books, right?

The look on Sammy's face made him feel kinda shitty, though.

Almost as shitty as realizing that just goin' back through the door hadn't done shit to fix anything.

Goddammit.

beep

What the--

Jesus fuck, that hurts. What the--







Yeah, that pain? Looks like it's what happens when you flatline. Goddammit.

Dean doesn't even have time to feel sick at the look on Sam's face, because some weird flickery spirit-thing is hovering over his body, sucking--

Oh hell no.

"Get off of me, you goddamn--whateverthefuck you are!"

And hey, wonder of wonders, he can actually get a grip on the thing. It's strong, though, and sends him flying backward.

Fuck.

Dean's starting to get the feeling that he's screwed.

Again.

beep

beep

beep

But at least he's not dying any faster than he was ten minutes ago. That's--

That'll do for a start.

Guess it's back to wandering the hallways, keeping an eye out for freaky floating spirit shit.

Then he meets Tessa, a chick who seems like she's in the same boat. Milliways aside, it's kinda nice to be able to talk to someone again, even if the news is . . .

Well, pretty damn less than good.

Except it looks like that spirit-thing isn't just after him. It isn't even really after him at all.

Fuck.

Looks like this is one reaper Dean's not gonna be able to get away from.

He's gotta tell Sammy.

Aw, hell.