In My Time of Dying
An accident so big that a helicopter was required.
"Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate 95, 95," said the paramedic.
"Tell me if they're okay!" Sam yelled. As usual, he seemed to be the only one barely hurt. It was unfortunate for him since he had to watch his family and friends suffer greatly, so many times.
"You have to stay still!" The paramedic woman yelled to Sam. He tried to move out of the gurney, but she held him back down. Putting accident victims in a neck brace and gurney was merely procedure; whether they looked damaged or not.
"Are they even alive?"
In a hospital room, Dean sat up, worked his jaw, and got out of bed. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else. He went into the vacant hallway.
"Sam? Dad? Anybody?" Dean went down the stairs to the front of the hospital and found a nurse's station.
"Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, i think I was in a car accident, my dad, brother, and friends too. I just need to find them," the nurse was unresponsive, so he snapped his fingers at her.
"Hello?" Out of frustration, he went back upstairs, but to his surprise, a spirit passed by. When he returned to his room, he found his own body on the bed covered in tubes and dying.
In spite of what Dean just saw he was more than relieved to see his brother and Genna enter the room.
"Sammy, Genna! You look good. Considering," Dean said happily. Sam's right eye was swollen as well as a few cuts. Genna had a sling on her right arm with two small band-aids on her forehead where she had a nasty cut.
"Oh no," Sam said as he looked over his brother's body.
"Man, tell me you can hear me," Sam stepped closer to Dean's body, unable to hear him.
"How's dad? Adonia? Are they okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!" An older, black, male doctor entered the room.
"Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."
"Thank God," Dean said in relief. Sam still looked upset.
"Doc, what about my brother?"
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up."
"If?" Genna questioned. She never missed the details.
"I have to be honest-" The doctor began to say.
"Oh, screw you, Doc. I'm waking up," Dean said "interrupting".
"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations," Sam and Genna fought back their tears.
"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine. Genna?" Genna put her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"I'm going to go check on Addie. I'll see John in a bit," Sam nodded in understanding.
John was lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulled something out of his wallet.
"Give them my insurance," Sam took the card John gave him, smiling as he read it.
"Elroy McGillicutty?"
"And his two lovely sons. So, what else did the doctor say about Dean and the girls?"
"Nothing on Dean. I haven't checked in on Addie yet. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on them."
"We'll look for someone," John told his son with care.
"But Sam, I don't know if we're going to find anyone."
"Why not? I found that faith healer before," Sam defended.
"Right, that was, that was one in a million."
"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam fired back in anger.
"No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone," John paused, "Where's the Colt?" Sam looked at his father in disbelief.
"Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?"
"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only
card."
"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83," Sam said defeated.
"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's
inside."
"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his
place."
"All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. you get that Colt, and you bring it back
to me. And you watch out for hospital security. If either Genna or Addie are able, I want you to take them with you too."
"I think I've got it covered," Sam got up, but John stopped him and picked up a piece of paper.
"Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me," Sam examined the paper.
"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"
"Protection," Sam thought for a moment.
"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like
me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"
"No, I don't," Sam left, shutting the door to reveal Dean, who has been leaning behind it.
"Well, you sure know something," Dean said. Sam found Genna walking down the hallway and called to her. She turned around and wiped her eyes before he could see. Sam explained to her what John needed and she agreed to go.
"What about Addie?" Sam asked. Genna smiled weakly.
"No. She needs her rest," and without too much thought of it, Sam simply understood and they went on their way.
John sat by Dean's bed.
"Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in
there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you
going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" Dean started walking around the bed, "I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've
ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I
mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" Dean suddenly heard something and turned around.
"What is that?" He asked out loud. As he went through the door, a ghost sped past him causing him to jump back. He turned back to his father.
"You act like you didn't see that," Dean then ran down the hall after it. He saw it go into a back hallway where a woman was lying on the floor, choking. Dean called for help, but no one could hear him.
"I...can't breathe," The blonde woman managed to say between breaths. It was too late.
Sam and Genna came back with a duffle bag. Bobby was convinced to save Dean's totaled Impala so he could try to fix it. When given the list of ingredients, Bobby seemed to recognize the concoction. Dean entered the room looking flustered.
"Sammy, Genna! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, there's something in the hospital.
Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing," but of course, Dean wasn't heard.
"You're quiet," John said as Sam stared out the window. Genna stood near him with her arms crossed. Sam turned around, fuming, and hurled the bag onto the bed with a crash.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
"What are you talking about?" John said trying to play it off.
"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon
one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid
macho showdown?"
"I have a plan, Sam," John said calmly. Sam was quite the opposite.
"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, Addie's been in a critical condition since before the accident and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son or her!"
"No, no, no, guys. Don't do this!" Dean tried to say over them.
"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for them."
"How? How is revenge going to help them? You're not thinking about anybody but
yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!"
"Come on guys. Don't do this," Genna said in the middle of their sentences.
"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your
mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd
killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened," John and Sam were practically talking over each other.
"It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too."
"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now."
"Shut up, both of you!" Dean said as if he were actually there.
"Go to hell," Sam's voice was quieter, but stern.
"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I
knew I was wrong —"
"I said shut up!" Dean yelled, then smacked a glass of water of the table. Everyone noticed it, confused. Even Dean was shocked.
"Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother," Dean said with a smirk. Dean crumpled in pain, flickering like a static image. Nurses and doctors started running down in the hallway.
"What is it?" Dean asked aloud in pain.
"Something's going on down the hallway." John jerked his head towards Genna and Sam indicating, "Go find out". They left the room and went straight to Dean's. The monitors were beeping out of control and the nurses and doctor were trying to resuscitate him. Sam leaned against the doorway nearly in tears, shaking his head.
"No," he said between breaths. Genna could practically feel her heart beating through her chest. A tear had escaped to her face. She didn't want to believe it.
"All clear."
"Still no pulse."
"Okay, let's go again, 360."
"Charging," at this point, Dean's spirit had joined them. He didn't want to believe it himself. Especially when he saw the same ghost as before hoovering over his body, ready for the kill.
"You get the hell away from me," Dean ran to the bed, facing the ghost.
"I said get back!" Sam blinked, looking confused as if he heard something. Dean grabbed for the spirit; he latched on momentarily before it hurled him back, then flew out of the room. The monitors slowed, quiet.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm," one of the nurses said. Genna and Sam sighed in relief. They smiled at each other with tears in their eyes. Dean ran into the hallway, looking for the spirit; it vanished. Sam and Genna backed into
the hallway, watching from there. Dean came back, stands by them.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets
me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it," Sam looked over to where Dean was, confused.
"What is it?" Genna asked with concern. She had noticed Sam had been paranoid about something.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Dean wandered down the hall and heard a familiar voice yelling.
"Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" The voice cried.
"Now what?" Dean said after hearing the voice. Dean ran to the bottom of the hospital stairs, which were busy with guests, nurses, and doctors.
"Addie! Can you see me?" Adonia turned around, wearing the same outfit as Dean.
"Dean? Yeah. I can see you," she ran down the stairs and they hugged.
"Dean, what's happening? Am...am I dead?"
"That sort of depends." Dean and Adonia stand outside a room, watching what is apparently Adonia's body. She looked so fragile before the accident, now she just looked like a time bomb. Anything between tubes and extra support to keep her body still, neck brace and IV, a blood sac was all visible. Genna sat by the bed, holding her hand. Adonia gasped in shock.
"I don't understand. I mean, I guess I do. It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream," Adonia ranted trying to make herself feel better.
"Addie, it's not a dream," Dean said sternly, but kind.
"What else could it be?" Adonia asked, trying to avoid the truth. She had a feeling she knew what was going on, but she denied it.
"You ever heard of an outer body experience?" Adonia scoffed.
"You've got to be kidding me. I think you've gotten into some new agey stuff," Adonia joked.
"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old
idea. Got a lot of different names: Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's
happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death," Adonia looked back at her body and back at him.
"So, we're going to die?"
"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there
and wake up," Dean looked back into the room, hoping he was right.
"What do you mean, you felt something?" John asked in disbelief.
"I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eye shot or something. I
don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it... But do you think it's even possible?
I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?"
"Anything's possible," John said with a slight smirk.
"Well, there's one way to find out," Sam walked to the doorway.
"Where are you going?"
"I gotta pick up something. I'll be back."
"Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay," Sam nodded and left.
"I gotta say I'm impressed," Dean told Adonia as they walked down the hallway.
"With what?"
"With you. Most people, hunter or not, in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me," they stopped in front of stairs.
"Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I don't know. Maybe
I'm dealing."
"So, you're okay with dying?"
"No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen's gonna happen. It's out of
my control, it's fate."
"Huh. Well, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die
or you can keep fighting, no matter what —"
"Hello?" A female voice yelled. Dean and Adonia looked at each other confused.
"What was that?" She asked.
"What are the odds that three of us are in the same situation?" Dean said, then ran down the hall. Adonia followed. A short haired, young woman was down the hall; clearly a patient.
"Excuse me?" Dean said as he approached her. She turned around, panicked.
"All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?" Dean asked her calmly.
"Tessa."
"Okay, good. Tessa, I'm Dean and this is Adonia," Adonia gave a small wave.
"Hi," Adonia said kindly.
"What's going on? I'm not...dead, am I?" Adonia and Dean glanced at each other.
"Ever heard of an outer body experience?"
Sam entered Dean's room with a brown 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," he pulled out a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board". Dean was now behind him., arms folded. Adonia had left with Tessa and explained what was going on.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Sam circled around the bed and sat cross legged on the floor. He opened the box and pulls out the board. Genna entered the room with a sigh.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Genna was always skeptical of the Ouija type boards. They were dangerous and most witches like herself and Adonia didn't mess with them.
"I know Dean's around and this is the only way I can communicate with him," Genna looked both ways down the hall and entered. She sat down next to him.
"For that purpose, I'll let you do it, but for that reason only," Sam smirked and tried to focus.
"Dean...Dean, are you here?" Dean walked to the other side of the board.
"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party," Dean sat across from them, "Alright. This isn't going to work." Sam had his hands poised on the pointer. Dean placed his fingers on it and slowly, concentrating. slid it to "Yes" on the board. Sam and Genna gasped.
"I'll be damned," Dean said looking at them. Sam laughed.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean," Genna smiled.
"Tell me about it," she said.
"Damn straight." Dean placed his fingers on the pointer again and started sliding it.
"Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" The pointer slid back to "Yes".
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?"
"One question at a time, dude," Dean said to him.
"Sam, he can only answer one question at a time," Genna said as if she heard him. Sam nodded in understanding.
"What is it?" The pointer slid to the letters, 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 as he spelled out the word.
"A reaper. Dean, is it after you?" The pointer slid to "Yes".
"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it," Sam told Genna, but also Dean.
"Wait," Genna said aloud, "Is it after Addie too?" Genna knew if Dean was in this situation, Adonia had to as well. The pointer slid to "Yes".
"Man, you're, um," Sam said trying to find the right word.
"We're screwed, Sam," Dean said finishing his sentence.
"No, no, no, there's gotta be a way," Genna said as she stood, pacing. Sam stood after her.
"Dad'll know what to do," Sam said leaving, Genna followed. They entered the room, but the bed was empty.
"Dad," Sam whispered.
John pushed the door open and entered, carrying the duffel bag. He walked through a dark and dripping hallway to a clear space, and placed the bag down. He pulled out a box of white chalk and started drawing a large symbol on the floor.
Sam returned to Dean's room and sat on the bed with John's journal. Dean and Adonia were in the room.
"Where's Tessa?" Dean asked her.
"She's okay. She just wanted some privacy," Dean nodded and listened to Sam.
"Hey, so dad wasn't in his room."
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." Sam flipped open the journal and leafed through it; glanced up at Dean's unconscious form occasionally. Dean came to stand behind him.
"Thanks for not giving up on me, Sammy," Dean said. Adonia looked away. Sam never stopped by to see her. She wasn't sure why, but it hurt her. Her brother's life was on the line and that was his biggest concern, she understood that. Completely ignorance was what confused her. Sam turned to a page that said, "Reapers". Dean leaned over and read something. His eyes were wide.
"Son of a bitch," Dean said aloud, as usual. Adonia stood next to him.
"What is it?" She asked. Dean left the room, Adonia followed. They ran to Tessa's room. Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, dressed differently, more casual.
"Hi Dean, Adonia."
"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, a, a pretty girl. You're much
prettier than the last reaper I met," Adonia scoffed in disbelief.
"I was wondering when you would figure it out," Tessa said calmly. The room was dark and vacant.
"I should have known. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one
out," Adonia said angrily, but not too loud. When Adonia took Tessa to her room, she saw Tessa's body and her mother next to her bed. It looked completely realistic.
"It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want."
"What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with us?" Dean was pissed.
"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," Tessa explained looking at them.
"Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?" Dean asked in a harsh tone.
"How death is nothing to fear," Tessa stood up in front of them. She turned to Adonia.
"It's not your time to go," Tessa then turned to Dean and touched his cheek.
"It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already.
John had finished the chalk symbol, placed several candles and a black bowl around it. He began incanting in Latin. He slid a knife across his palm, drew blood and dripped it on the bowl. He lit a match and dropped it in; the sand in the bowl flared and went out. John stood, looked around. A hand grabbed his shoulder.
"What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?" It was a shorter, security officer.
" I can explain," John said slightly panicked.
"Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me." John pulled out the Colt and cocked it.
"Hey. How stupid do you think I am?" The man turned around, his eyes glowed yellow.
"You really want an honest answer to that?" Two possessed men in lab coats stalked by and took positions behind John.
"You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally
reckless wasn't one of them."
"I could always shoot you," John said with a smirk.
"You could always miss," the yellow-eyed demon laughed, "And you've only got one try, don't 'cha? Did you really think you could trap me?"
"Oh. I don't want to trap you," John lowered his gun.
"I want to make a deal." The yellow-eyed was intrigued.
Dean stared out a dark window. Adonia stood against a wall, trying to take everything in.
"Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but... you've gotta make an exception,
you've gotta cut me a break."
"Stage three, bargaining," Tessa said calmly. Always so calm and gentle. Adonia thought of the grieving cycle. Something she hasn't really taken on. At least, not the bargaining part.
"I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um,
war, and they need me."
"The fight's over."
"No, it's not."
"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."
"My brother, he could die without me."
"Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable
death. A warrior's death."
"I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks
anyway."
"That's funny. You're very cute," If it's so funny, why aren't you laughing? Adonia thought.
"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," Tessa looked down in thought.
"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," Adonia stepped closer to them, intrigued.
"What are you saying?" She asked, now standing next to 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.," Adonia and Dean looked at each other. Tessa stepped closer to Adonia.
"It's time to go back. It's your time to heal. You have great things ahead of you," Adonia looked confused.
"What does that mean?" Before she could get another word out, Tessa touched her forehead and she convulsed.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked in a panic, but before he could do anything, Adonia was gone.
The yellow-eyed demon, John, and the two minions are still circled around the summoning circle.
"It's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another
trick?" The demon asked.
"It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean.
You've got to bring him back," John was stern; no emotions shown.
"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy
loved them," the demon said looking away.
"It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean."
"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. But still, you're right, he
isn't much of a threat. And neither is your other son." John lowered his head and raised his eyes.
"You know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children?"
"Yeah, I've known for a while."
"But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb," John ignored the demon's rude remark.
"Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?"
"No. But I know someone who can. it's not a problem."
"Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that Dean's okay. With my own eyes," the demon fluttered his eyes.
"Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" John shook his head slowly.
"Fine," the demon said bluntly.
"So we have a deal."
"No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot."
"With what?"
"There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more."
Dean and Tessa sat on the hospital bed. Dean sat on the edge with his back towards her as she rubbed his back.
"It's time to put the pain behind you," she said to him.
"And go where?"
"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your
mind later. So what's it going to be?" Dean held out a long pause. As he turned to look at her, the lights started flickering, a familiar buzzing started.
"What are you doing that for?" Dean asked as if betrayed. They both stood.
"I'm not doing it." They both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon cloud pour out of it.
"You can't do this! Get away!" Tessa shouted with her arms open to protect Dean.
"What's happening?" Dean asked in a panic. Tessa screamed as the demon flowed into her mouth. She turned around; her eyes yellow.
"Today's your lucky day, kid." The demon put her hand on Dean's forehead and he woke up in his own bed, but convulsed, tubes in his mouth.
"Dean?" Sam asked as he watched his brother come to.
"Help! I need help!" Sam yelled out of the room.
"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 to Dean as he read the chart.
"Thanks doc," the doctor left and Dean turned to Sam, "So you said a Reaper was after me and Addie?"
"Yeah."
"How'd we ditch it?"
"You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"
"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong." A knock was at the door, John stood there with a smile.
"How you feeling, dude?" John asked his son.
"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."
"That's what matters."
"Where were you last night?" Sam asked.
"I had some things to take care of," John said with a blank expression.
"Well, that's specific," Dean looked at Sam and rolled his head slightly.
"Come on, Sam."
"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked ignoring his brother.
"No," John said bluntly.
"You know, why don't I believe you right now?"
"Can we not fight? 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?"
"Dad, are you alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting
me a cup of caffeine?"
"Yeah, yeah sure," Dean and Sam glanced at each other, confused. John looked at him sadly and Genna entered the room. She instantly smiled.
"Dean..." Dean smiled at her. She walked over to him and kissed him gently on the lips. When they pulled away, she stood next to the bed.
"Glad you're back," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, so am I." Genna stood back so she could see John and Dean.
"Addie's awake too. She woke up maybe 10 minutes ago. The doctors say she's going to be okay. She's healing quickly. A bit surprising. I didn't think she was going to make it..." John looked down.
"What is it?" Dean asked. John looked back up at him with a smile.
"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'," he paused, "Dean, I'm sorry."
"What?" John had tears in his eyes.
"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," a tear fell onto his face.
"This really you talking?" John smiled.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me," Genna eyes filled with tears. She had a bad feeling.
"Why are you saying this stuff?" John stepped closer to Dean and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?"
"Yeah, dad. You know I will. You're scaring me."
"Don't be scared, Dean," John said with a slight laugh. John leaned over and whispered something into Dean's ear. Dean pulled back in shock, processing. John left with tears, and Dean stared after him. Genna looked at Dean in question.
Sam walked past John's room with coffee in his hand. John laid on the floor, seemingly unconscious.
"Dad?" Sam dropped the coffee and ran by his father's side, screaming for help. Sam grabbed Dean and Genna. Genna grabbed Adonia, who was able to walk with some help. A crowd of doctors and nurses attempted resuscitation on John. The hunters hovered in the doorway, and a nurse tried to push them out.
"No, no, no. It's our dad. It's out dad!" Dean yelled at her. She backed off.
"Come on," Dean pleaded as he watched the scene.
"Okay, stop compressions."
"Still no pulse."
"Okay. That's it everybody."
"I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am."