(Y/N) was sitting on the edge of Dean's bed, staring at him and holding his hand in between her hands. She was feeling an array of emotions as she stares at Dean's unconscious body. She frowns then let's out a small sigh while Dean was staring at her.
"I feel like I should be saying something...." (y/n) started to say and Dean looks over at her. "But...I can't really think of anything. The only thing I can say is...I miss you, Dean. Even when you're being a smartass." She said and Dean smirks a bit at this. "I just..." (y/n) whispers then she holds on to his hand tighter then brings his hand up to her and kisses it.
"(Y/n)..." Dean said, softly, as he walks up to her then kneels down to her. "I wish you could hear me cause there's alot of things I'd like to say to you." Dean said and he goes to place his hand on her left shoulder.
Just as he does this, (y/n) felt something cold on her left shoulder. She places her right hand on her shoulder then turns her head slightly, almost looking at the spot that Dean was residing. Dean let's out a small gasp as (y/n) looks around the spot and whispered. "Dean?"
Suddenly, Sam enters the room quietly, clutching a brown paper bag in his arms, and (y/n) turns to him. "What's that?" She asked him. Sam looks at her then and sighs as he pulls the object out of the bag. "Something I'd hope would help talk to Dean." He said then he looks around the room.
"(Y/n) and 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 and he shows (y/n) a ouija board while Dean stares at his brother as he stands up.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Dean grumbles as (y/n) gives Sam a confused look. "A ouija board? Seriously?" She said. "You got any better ideas?" Sam asked her as he circles around the bed. "Good point." She said and the two sit cross legged on the floor.
Sam opens the box and pulls out the board and the two place their hands on the pointer. "Dean? Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as Dean scoffs. "God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He said as he sits opposite them in front of the board. "I feel like I should be at an all girl's slumber party." (Y/n) said and Dean looks over at her and grins. "Shall we braid each other's hair, Sam?" She asked, teasingly.
"Shut up." Sam said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at him. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work." Dean said and he places his fingers on the pointer with Sam's and (y/n)'s fingers and slowly, concentrating, slides it to "YES" on the board. Sam and (y/n) gasp while Dean's jaw drops.
"I'll be damned." He said and Sam laughs in relief. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam said. "Damn straight." Dean said and he places his fingers on the pointer again and starts sliding it.
"Dean, what?" (Y/n) said, confused, just as the pointer goes to some letters.
"H?"
"U?"
"Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked after he and (y/n) read off the letters. The pointer slides back to "YES"
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" (Y/n) asked, worriedly
"One question at a time, guys." Dean said then he moves the pointer again. "What is it?" Sam and (y/n) asked and the pointer slides again during the following, to R, E, A, P. "I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up." Dean said and (y/n) gasped.
"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" She asked and the pointer slides to YES. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam said as Dean nods. "Yeah, you can't kill death." He said.
"Man, you're, um..." Sam stammers.
"I'm screwed, guys." Dean said and (y/n) starts to sob then shakes her head. "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." She said as she stands up and starts to pacing. "There's gotta be a way." She said as Sam stands up.
"Dad'll know what to do." Sam said and he takes her hand and the two leave the room.
Sam and (y/n) enters John's room but they were greeted with an empty bed. "Dad." Sam whispered as (y/n) looks around, worried.
That night, Sam and (y/n) come back into Dean's room while Sam had John's journal in his hands. "Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam said as (y/n) sits on the edge of Dean's bed.
"Where is he?" Dean asked. "But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." Sam said and he flips open the journal and leafs through it, glancing up at Dean's unconscious form, occasionally, while (y/n) looks at Dean with worry.
Dean comes to stand behind Sam and reads over his shoulder. "Thanks for not giving up on me, guys." Dean said Sam turns to a page that says Reapers. (y/n) stands up and reads the page just as Dean leans over and reads something. His eyes go wide. "Son of a bitch." He growls and he leaves, stalking down the hallway until he sees...
Tessa is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed differently. "Hi, Dean." She said. "You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, uh, a pretty girl. You are much prettier than the last reaper I met." Dean said to her as he paces along the room.
"I was wondering when you would figure it out." Tessa said to him. "I should have known. That whole accepting fate rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out." Dean said to her. "It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want." She replied.
"What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?" Dean asked her. "You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." She replied. "Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?" He asked.
"How death is nothing to fear." She said as she goes up yo him and touches his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already."
Sam was standing on the window side of Dean's bed, hands in his pockets, while (y/n) went to find some food. "Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as he looks around.
"We couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But we'll keep trying, all right?" Sam said, sadly. "As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with Dad. We'll kill each other, you know that. And poor (y/n)...she'd be crushed." He said then he looks down at Dean.
"Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?" He asked.
Dean was staring out a dark window. "Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but...you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break." Dean pleads to Tessa. "Stage three: bargaining." Tessa said. "I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war, and they need me." Dean said to her. "The fight's over." She said. "No, it isn't." Dean growls.
"It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them." Tessa said to him. "My brother and (y/n). They could die without me." Dean said, desperately. "Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death." Tessa said.
"I think I'll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway." Dean said. "That's funny. You're very cute." Tessa said, smiling. "There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do." Dean yells.
"Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent." She said and Dean turns to her, shocked.
"What are you saying?" He asked. "Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt." She said and Dean sits on the bed while she behind him. She strokes his hair tenderly.
"It's time to put the pain behind you." She said. "And go where?" Dean asked her. "Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?" She asked him.
As he turns to look at her, the lights start flickering, a familiar buzzing starts. "What are you doing that for?" Dean asked her. "I'm not doing it." She said. They both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon ichor pour out of it.
"What the hell?" Dean asked while Tessa looks at it, shocked. "You can't do this! Get away!" She shouts at the black cloud.
"What's happening?!" Dean asked, frantically. Tessa screams as the demon flows into her mouth. She turns to Dean, her eyes glowing yellow. "Today's your lucky day, kid." She said and she places a hand on Dean's forehead; he convulses.
Sam was standing in the corner while (y/n), who had returned from the kitchen, was sitting on the bed just as Dean gasps, waking up suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat. "Dean?" (Y/n) said, shocked while Sam runs to the hallway. "Help! I need help!" He yells.
"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." The doctor said the next morning. "Thanks, doc." Dean said and the doctor leaves while Dean turns to Sam and (y/n).
"So you guys said a Reaper was after me?" Dean asked them. "Yeah." Sam and (y/n) said. "How'd I ditch it?" Dean asked them. "You got us." Sam said, shrugging.
"Dean, you really don't remember anything?" (Y/n) asked him. "No. Except this pit in my stomach. Guys, something's wrong." Dean said just as there was a knock at the door; and they look over to see John hovering in the doorway.
"How you feeling, dude?" John asked Dean. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive." Dean said and John nods. "That's what matters." He said.
"Where were you last night?" Sam asked him, angrily. "I had some things to take care of." John replied. "Well, that's specific." Sam growls. "Come on, Sam." Dean said, exasperated.
"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked John. "No." John said. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked as Dean and (y/n) shake their heads. "Can we not fight?" John asked, pleadingly, and Sam stares at him in shock. "You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" He said.
"John, are you all right?" (Y/n) asked him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired." John replied then he looks at Sam. "Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" He asked. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam said and he leaves the room. (Y/n) looks between John and Dean, feeling that they need to talk, then said. "I'll go with him." She said and she follows Sam out of the room.
John looks after them, sadly, as Dean looks at his father. "What is it?" He asked John. "You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd...You'd say It's okay, Dad." John said then he pauses as tears filled his eyes.
"Dean, I'm sorry." He whispers.
"What?" Dean asked, confused. "You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John said.
"This really you talking?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." John replied. "Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked as John comes closer and puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay? And for (y/n), too." John said. "Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean said, alittle confused and alittle scared. "Don't be scared, Dean." John said.
Then he leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing, while John leaves. Dean stares after him.
Sam and (y/n) walk back to the room, Sam carrying a cup of coffee. The two look into a room and see John on the floor. "Dad?!" Sam exclaimed, shocked. Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him, while (y/n) screamed out for help.
Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt to resuscitate John. Dean, Sam and (y/n) hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out. "No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean pleads and the nurse moves away as the trio watch. "Come on." Dean said, desperately.
"Okay, stop compressions." The doctor said as they resuscitate John again. "Come on, come on." Dean whispers as the nurse goes to get a pulse from John. "Still no pulse." She said and the doctor sighs. "Okay, that's it everybody. I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am." He said while the boys watch over, devastated, and (y/n) places her hands over her mouth and begins to cry.