Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does.

I actually started this a while back. Life After Death started as this. This is basically just Sam, Dean, Cass, and Evy reflecting on life after Evy's death. It starts five minutes after Evy dies and ends when she comes back.

The 'you' that Sam, Dean, and Cass refer to in this story is Evy.

Life After Death

5 Minutes Later

Dean

You just...I can't even think it, much less say it. Baby girl, how could you do this? How could you leave us like this? I know you did it to save the planet and everything. That's all well and good. But how are me and Sammy supposed to move on after this? How can we? What's life gonna be like without you?

Sam is on his bed, still holding onto you. I'm gonna miss you, sure. But I don't even know how Sam is gonna live without you. You've been his whole life. Taking care of you gave him a purpose in his life that didn't have to do with hunting. You gave him a reason to keep going when he didn't think he could. I've never heard him cry like he's doing right now. If I knew it would work, I'd sell my soul all over again to bring you back and help Sam.

I'm gonna try again to get Sam to let me take you and move you to your bed. I tried it right after you died, but he pushed me away. He's refusing to let you go. Cass is still standing there at the foot of the bed, looking lost. I guess the only thing we can do right now is wait this out. Let Sam cry himself out, then figure out what to do from there.

God, this hurts. How could you do this, kiddo? How? Come back to us, sweetheart. Please.

Cass

I've been alive since the beginning of creation. I've seen everything. The wonders and mysteries of heaven are not really a wonder or mystery to me. I understand them like most semi-well educated humans can understand the ways in which the natural world works. But the one thing that has always been a mystery to me is human emotion. I've never understood how humans are able to function when emotion clouds so much of their lives.

But I find myself unable to block out this emotion I'm feeling now. I believe it's called shock. I feel numb inside. Empty. I know in my head that you're dead, that you're never coming back here to your brothers. To me. I know it, but I can't understand it. I loved you. It took me a long time to realize it, but I did. I've hurt and betrayed you and your brothers more than once. And you were always the first to forgive me. You told me once it was because I was one of the few people other than Sam and Dean that you trusted, and you didn't want to lose me if you could help it.

What I realize I should have told you was that you would never have lost me. I am so sorry that I was never able to help you with your physical pain. I know, after Lillith attacked you, you suffered more than you ever let on for your brothers. I tried to be there for you in any other way that I could. You told me once that you figured out that I stayed with you when you were in the hospital. After Dean left at night, I would come in and sit at the foot of your bed. When you would cry in your sleep for Sam, I'd mute your voice so that the doctor wouldn't come in and hold your hand until it passed. Though I didn't understand how holding your hand would help, I had seen Sam do it when you were upset or hurt, and it seemed to comfort you.

Sam is still holding onto you. I don't know what to do. Dean is just sitting there. He seems to be waiting for Sam to stop crying and to calm down before trying to move you. I don't know what else to do right now, so I'll sit here and wait with him.

Sam

I didn't think it was possible for anything to hurt so much. But when I felt your last breath leave your body, my heart left with it. It amazes me how, in the space of a half second, the world has completely turned on me. It's always been a dark, lonely place. But you made it better. It was you that made life worth living.

I have no idea what to do right now. I can feel Dean watching me, and Cass too. I feel them, but I can't see them, because I can't stop crying. I know they want to move you to your room, but I just can't let you go yet. I can't. It hurts too much. I just can't do it yet.

Cricket, please don't be gone. Please, please, please just let this be a terrible dream. Whether it is or not, wherever you are right now, I hope you know that I love you. Come back, my baby. Please come back.

Evy

You'd think that having control over when I died would be cool, but it wasn't. There were times, a few of them, that I wanted to just lay down and give up, but I didn't. From the time I found out that I could control when I died, I somehow knew that the day would come when I'd have to make a choice. Between staying alive and suffering or leaving my family. Leaving Sammy.

But that wasn't on my mind when I woke up. I woke up in the same place that I'd landed a few hours earlier. It was a park. There was no one around. It was a clear, bright day, not too hot, and not too cold. A goldilocks day, as Jess used to put it. I wondered if I'd see Jess. I started to walk, and just like when I'd been here before, it was without a limp. Without the pain I'd gotten used to. I felt free. Even though I was dead, I felt more alive than ever. Just as I was about to start running, I heard a familiar voice.

"Hi, little one."
I turned around and saw him. "Daddy."

We shared a hug, and I couldn't get over how different he seemed. He was no longer the tough, no nonsense father I'd had in the early years of my life. He was gentle. His shoulders weren't tense. He didn't seem on edge or like he was waiting for something bad to happen. He let me go and looked at me for a minute.

"I have missed you. So much." he said.

"I missed you too, Daddy."

"Turn around. There's someone here to meet you." he said.

I turned around and saw her. I'd seen photos of her my whole life, but for her to be standing three feet in front of me took my breath away. She looked just like me. Long brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Brown eyes. I didn't know what to say at first, until I finally found my voice.

"Mom?"