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"Dean!" Sam calls to Dean who is currently in the motel shower.

"What!" He yells back, annoyed.

"I checked the PO box. There's a letter from Jen."

There's a moment of silence before Dean sayss back, "She usually calls. I'll be right out!"

"You take forever Dean!" Yells Sam. "I'm reading it without you!."

Sam rips open the letter and begins to read it at once. It doesn't take long for him to understand the words and their meaning's written on the paper. His hands are shaking the time he finishes reading. And then the letter is falling to the floor.

The time Dean comes out of the bathroom, showered in ignorance, his little brother is shaking so hard he seems to be vibrating. Dean rushes over and grabs him by his shoulder. He asks over and over again, "What's wrong?" Until Sam picks up the letter in his shaken hand and gives it to him.

Dean begins to read it.

Dear Sam and Dean,

The time you read this they will already have come for me. And before you ask, yes it was something supernatural, it was hellhounds. I made a deal. I had to. It was the only way I could save my son, Henry. I know that if anyone can understand it would be the both of you.

I only got eight years because of my heritage, because of my father, but it was a long time. I got to spend eight whole years by the side of the man I love, working in a job that has been my life and second family, and watching Henry grow up to become an amazing person.

I'm sorry we never got to see each other more, I wish I could have changed that. Although it didn't help that you both got yourselves on the FBI's ten most wanted list, but I know you were just doing your job, the family business.

Please forgive me for not telling you, for leaving you like this. I'd ask for forgiveness from Will and Henry, but they can never know. Please make sure they never know. I don't want Henry to have the life I did. And Will, he would just be filled with guilt.

Sam, Dean, you are more than just my cousins, you are my brothers. I love you both, and I am so proud of all that you have done. Wish me luck for what's to come. I am afraid I will need it, desperately.

-Jenifer

When he's finished he's on his knees, the letter clutched tightly, almost crumpled into a ball. Sam who is sitting on the motel bed beside him has ceased shaking and now is staring into nothing as he whispers a few desperate words, "She was supposed to get out."