•Unwritten•

Forty Seven

"No, no, no, no, no. I- I'm not- I can't be.." My words were coming out in pieces from the hyperventilating my panicked heart was doing. I watched as Dean sat down at the table with his head in his hands, this couldn't be real. "I- I'm not dead." I shook my head. "DEAN!" I stormed over to him and reached out to shake him but my hands went straight through him, with no reaction.

"I'm sorry. It's a difficult-"

"NO!" I turned back to face Tessa, shaking my head fast. "I- I can't remember."

"The angel, Uriel, he killed you a few hours ago."

My heart started to thump as the memory flooded back, I'd assumed that Castiel had saved me but he didn't even know Uriel was trying to kill me, his memory had been wiped.

"Oh god no." It took me dying to be one hundred percent sure that I wanted to live, and now the option was taken away from me.

"Castiel?" I looked up to the ceiling, closing my eyes and praying. He had told me that he could hear my prayers and that if I needed him, to just call for him.

"Before you died, Uriel marked you with something that makes you untraceable to angels, even in the veil." Tessa said, taking a step closer to me. She looked kind, not like she had when I'd first seen her at the hospital.

"That's where I am?"

She nodded. "This is like a limbo. I'm here to help you pass on."

I frowned at her. "To where?"

She was quiet. Either she didn't know where I was going or she did and she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. "That decision isn't down to me."

"Then who?"

She pouted her bottom lip. "I don't know. My job is to help you pass."

I shook my head at her. "No, I can't leave them." I looked back at Dean who was now attempting to plug my phone into the laptop to trace my most recent calls. I knew him well enough to know exactly what he was thinking, and he knew me well enough to think I would have run to my father, so he wanted to know whether I'd called him or gone to him.

"If you stay here, you'll become what you hunt."

I frowned at her.

"A vengeful spirit. You have to let go and move on."

I scoffed. "Move on? Are you kidding?"

She pressed her lips together before walking over to me and placing a hand on my arm, as she did the setting around me changed. I was now sitting in the front seat of some car, beside Sam who was driving it.

"Sam?" I looked at him but just like Dean had, he didn't notice my voice.

"He's on his way back to meet Dean. I thought it may give you comfort to see him once more."

I looked over to the backseat where I could see Tessa sitting. "After all, he is the reason you got into this life. He started everything."

I shook my head. "Azazel started everything."

"But Sam saved you. You know that, deep down, if you hadn't have met him at the hospital, you'd have never known what you do know. You probably would've died in South Dakota."

She was right, Sam saved me and he didn't even know that he did it. He was white-knuckling the steering wheel as he sped down the highway, his jaw was tightly clenched and his face was a picture of stress. Sam started everything, without him, I'd have never known the things that were out there. I'd have probably never met my father. I'd have never known what it was like to have a true family, people I could always depend on like I could with Sam. I would've never met Dean, and I would've never fallen in love. If I had never had met Sam, I'd be halfway to being a florist married to an accountant living the world's most boring life.