Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Supernatural (oh but I so wish I did). The only thing I own in this story is my original characters.

Prologue

Cash walked into the hospital as she attached a small badge to the pocket of a pair of purple scrubs she had bought earlier on in the day. Her dark brown hair billowed behind her as she made her way down the hall to the recovery area of the hospital. She knew he had already been there for a few days so Cash knew that's where he would be. As each room passed she peered through the small window in each room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. She stopped when she got to the fifth room on the right and peered in the window, her grey eyes gazing on who she had been looking for.

He was laying on the bed, his face banged up and his arm in a sling. He had a look of complete sadness on his face. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was crying, but she knew better, he never cried. She took in a long breath and then released it quickly. As the door opened, his head snapped in her direction and he stilled when he saw her.

"What took you so long," he said, letting his heavy head fall back on the pillows.

"You know I had to find you first," Cash said walking up to the bed. She could feel tears forming behind her eyes, but she held back the sting. It was no time to cry.

"How are you feeling John?" She asked, looking down at him. His eyes shifted to her and he let out a small smile.

"I've been better that's for sure. You just missed the fight I had with Sammy."

"John, I..." she started, but couldn't finish. He reached over and grabbed her small hand and held it in his.

"I'm okay," John said trying to reassure his young friend. She gave a weak smile.

"Did you find it? Did you find the gun?" Cash asked. She really didn't want to push the issue at the moment, but the last time she had seen him was right before he went to meet up with his sons and get the colt that would kill the yellow eyed demon.

"No," John said just above a whisper. Cash just shook her head and looked away for a moment. All Cash felt was disappointment and fear.

"How are Sam and Dean?" Cash asked as she looked back over at John. She had never met Sammy, but she felt like she knew him, as much as the other two talked about him.

"Sammy's fine," John said before he got a dark look in his eyes.

"What," She asked worried.

"Dean, he's... they don't know if he's going to make it." John said. Cash felt her chest tighten and the look on John's face only made her fear grow.

"Don't you do anything stupid John, promise me you won't," Cash pleaded.

"I wont," John said, giving her hand a little squeeze. He smiled a reassuring smile, but it didn't work like it usually did. Since Cash had met John he had been able to reassure her, make her unafraid and think that the things that they did were for the greater good. That what they did mattered, and she believed him every other time he had done it, but not this time. She knew deep down that this time was different.

Cash stood in the doorway, looking in at Dean's motionless body hooked up to so many machines. Her heart was in her throat and she felt like heaving and releasing all the emotion she had building up inside her at that moment out. It was almost unbearable to see him that way. A stray tear tickled her pale face and she wiped it away with surprise. She didn't remember when she started crying. She took a step further into the room, but she couldn't get any closer to the bed. She wanted to walk over to the bed and grab his hand in hers and kiss his eyelids, like she remembered doing on many prior occasions as he slept. That was a few years ago, but she had always held onto that feeling that he made her feel whenever he was around her.

"Dean," Cash whispered again, "I'm sorry." She didn't know why she was apologizing, but she felt that she needed to. For past things and things that would never happen for him, or her. She felt a breeze at the back of her neck and stiffened. Then she heard it. Her name being whispered in her ear, like it was carried on a far away wind. It sounded like Dean and she found her grey eyes darting back over to him, her gaze earlier falling to the floor.

"Don't give up Winchester, your stronger than this," Cash whispered as if he would be able to hear her better if she whispered. She let a tear fall onto the white linoleum floor before she took off a small black and brown beaded bracelet she had got awhile back, on the small table beside the door. She grabbed a piece of paper and reached into the breast pocket of her scrub and wrote for Dean on it, placing it next to the bracelet. Cash took one last look at Dean over her shoulder and exited the room. Cash walked out of the hospital in a numb state. She didn't hear the ambulance sirens going off around her, the cold air nipping at her cheeks, or the tears running down her face. All Cash could feel was the emptiness in her chest growing, threatening to overtake her very being.

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