"I thought I could do it, I really did, but i've never gone up against anything like this." I cried. Raven threw her arms around me, crying as well. 
                          
"If Dad was here, he would have fixed this. Why couldn't I fix it? Why couldn't I do something right? Oh, God, I've messed up so much. I hate myself. Raven, I can't do it. Raven, I can't. No no no no no I can't. I hate this I hate this life I hate every vile creature every created I hate it I hate it I hate it..." I was rambling, saying anything that ran through my mind. Raven looked flustered, trying to calm me. Some time during my minor breakdown, Phoenix came in, and she helped Raven. I eventually calmed down enough to get out of the bed and get dressed. I was seeing things, awful things, but I didn't react to them anymore. Phoenix and Raven stayed at my side as we walked out of the room. 
                          
"Two minutes," Raven muttered, saying goodbye to me and giving me a hug. Everyone said their goodbyes. I held my breath as the seconds ticked by. Sam grabbed my face and kissed me, hard.
                          
"I'm going to see you again," he said, a tear running down his face. I gave him a weak smile, keeping silent. A howl rang out somewhere near. I clenched my jaw, looking straight at the door as I addressed my friends.
                          
"Do not help me," I commanded, voice strong. Everyone nodded. I jumped when the hell hounds started pounding at the door. I took a deep breath, holding my knife tightly. The door gave way, splitting open with a loud snap. The hounds were invisible, but I heard one as it came straight at me. I swiped blindly with my knife, smiling when I cut into something and the mutt yelped. My hope was quickly crushed when another hound slammed into me. I slammed into the wall, my knife skidding away from me. I crawled towards it, but the dog bit my leg, dragging me back towards it. I screamed, using my other foot to kick it away. I lunged forward and clumsily grabbed my knife, stabbing the mutt. Two dead. I scrambled to my feet, limping back to where I originally stood. I heard the howls of more hell hounds on their way. My leg was bleeding everywhere, and I cast a pained look to my friends. Phoenix and Raven were both crying, in the arms of their boyfriends. Sam and Dean were watching me with dreadful expressions. I limped over to a curtain and ripped it apart, tying it around my leg.
                          
"Sorry, guys." I smirked, watching Dean shake his head. I groaned as I pulled the fabric tighter against my wound. I limped towards the door again, but my leg gave out halfway, and I tripped. 
                          
"Son of a..." I cursed, struggling back up again. As I was getting to my feet, I didn't notice the next hound. It lunged at me, pinning me down to the floor and biting my neck. I screamed, almost louder than the dogs. I felt its large, sharp teeth digging into the tendons of my neck, ripping veins, sending blood everywhere. I gasped, black spots invading my vision. 
                          
"Aria!" Sam yelled, and his voice brought me back to reality. I shoved my knife upwards with my last shred of strength, causing the mutt to sputter. I pushed it off me and made my way to my feet, only to have another one tear its claws across my stomach. I cried out, swiping my knife out blindly. I hit the dog, but I didn't have the strength to rip my knife out again. I took a step towards Sam, but the floor seemed to move under me, and I crashed into a table. I leaned against it, taking deep breaths. I felt light-headed, like I wasn't getting enough air. My stomach was on fire, burning and stinging. I closed my eyes against the pain, and when I opened them again, Sam was next to me, tears running down his face. 
                          
"Sam?" I croaked, watching with a questioning look in my eyes as Sam put an arm around my waist. I looked up towards the door; Dallas and Colin were shutting it. I glanced back to Sam.
                          
"Where is the rest of the hounds?" I coughed out, my hand tightening around my stomach.
                          
"They're gone, baby. They're gone." Sam said, but his voice didn't sound happy. Even in my delirious state, I knew something was wrong. 
                          
"Why?" I muttered as Dean ran ahead of us to open the door of Sam's bedroom. Sam didn't answer, but I put the puzzle together. 
                          
"I'm dying," I whispered. Sam, tough hunter Sam, made a noise awfully close to a sob. They laid me down on the bed, ripping up the sheets to use as bandages. I tried to shake my head, to tell them that there was no point, but I couldn't move. I tried to move my legs, to kick out at them, but I couldn't do that, either.
                          
"Sam," I cried. "Sam, I can't move my legs." Sam brushed my hair off my forehead, and smiled sadly at me.
                          
"It's okay. I love you, Aria. I love you." he was chanting. Sam was holding my hand and kissing me and whispering reassuring things that I didn't hear over my screams of pain. Everyone was crowded around my bed, not looking me in the eye. Dean was done trying to stop the bleeding; it was pointless. I felt it leaking out of me, draining my energy. I howled in pain again as I tried to breathe. Everybody was crying. Even Colin had a few tears gathering in his eyes. At one point, I the pain was so intense, I had begged to die.
                          
"Please, please, make it stop!" I screamed, arching my back and digging my fingers into my wounds. 
                          
"Phoenix, please," I gasped. "Make it stop. Kill me, please!" Poor Phoenix had to leave the room. I don't know how much time past, but eventually my whole body went completely numb. 
                          
"Sam, Sam, Sammy," I sang, smiling lazily. "Don't look so sad. It's okay. Don't be sad about me." That, of course, made Sam cry harder. I then looked at Dean. He smiled through his tears.
                          
"Hey, princess. You're tougher than I thought." He teased, fondly brushing my cheek. I smiled fondly.
                          
"Thank you," I said proudly. Dean then had to leave the room. Dallas had been quiet the whole time, and I looked to him and Colin.
                          
"You better be nice to my sisters," I scolded lightly. Then both nodded, holding tighter to their girlfriends. The pain rushed back then, and I groaned. It felt like a bucket of lava was thrown over my head, slowly igniting my whole body. I cried, confused by the sudden burst of pain. It slowly faded, then it was like all common sense returned to me.
                          
"Oh, God, i'm dying. I don't want to die." I weeped silently, breathing ragged breaths. I coughed, and suddenly there was blood clogging my throat. I tried to spit it up, even though I knew it was from the wound in my neck; when I coughed, it tore an injured vein, and now I was choking on my own blood. I was gasping for air, eyes wide, staring at Sam. Sam looked me in the eyes the whole time, even as I took my last, final breath. The pain edged away. Then I felt nothing.
                          
The first thing I saw was my body. My skin was ghostly white, my lips fading to a light blue. My eyes were open, a dull blue, gazed over with the look that came from death. My neck was torn open, the skin mangled beyond repair. The blood splattered up over my neck, staining my face and the white sheet. My hair was splayed out around my head, matted with blood. My arms were on my stomach, hiding the shredded skin there. My hands were almost completely red, the blood splattering up to my elbow. The hell hound had taken so much skin off my leg that you could see the white of my bone. I was an awful sight. 
                          
Sam still sat by my bed, his head in his also-red hands. When he pulled away, my blood stained his cheeks. 
                          
"Why her? Why did it have to be her?" he was yelling. Dean was quietly weeping, his hand laying on mine. Colin was holding a sobbing Raven in his arms, while Dallas tried to consult a hysterical Phoenix.
                          
"No, Aria, you're not dead. You're not dead, right? Wake up," she was crying, shaking my comatose shoulders. 
                          
"I'm right here," I said, but nobody looked at me. I sighed. 
                          
"You're dead, love." Crowley. I spun around, my eyes rimmed with tears. Crowley held out his hand.
                          
"Come on. It's time." he smirked. I had no choice.
                          
I took his hand.