It's only long after Jess has been buried, after Lucifer and Michael and the cage, after Dean's time in Purgatory, the Trials, and the fall of the angels that Sam realizes that the last thing he saw her in was predicting their future.
"Happy birthday, Jess."
"Thanks Sam! I love the Smurfs!"
The rip in her shirt had been an accident, a tear after a tumble in the dryer. She had pouted at him when she saw it and hugged it to her chest.
"The two smurfs are us, Sam. Did you think of that when you got it for me?"
"Not really, but yeah, I can see it now."
When he had suggested she throw it out, she had shaken her head.
"It's my favorite, it shall survive as long as I do!"
He had smiled and kissed her, knowing she only kept it because he had given it to her.
"I can find another, Jess."
"Nope. The tear gives it a story, I'm keeping it."
Dean and Cas are talking to each other across from him when he figures it out. They see when he freezes and starts to shake, a terrible fury and an agonizing sense of pain overtaking him.
Cas worriedly asks what's wrong while Dean reaches for him, calling his name.
Sam can't hear them, he's already bolting from the room, barely making it in time to vomit in the nearby toilet.
The tear had separated the two Smurfs.
The demon had separated the two of them.
"Sam? You ok?"
"Everything's gonna be ok. I will be back in time, I promise."
He shook his head and laughed, hysteria creeping in.
"So, come home soon, ok? I love you."
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