Jo moved Harvey to her other hip. "You need all the bodies you can get." She argued.

"Jo we made a promise." Dean sighed sitting on the bed. "Harvey's only a year old. What if something happens?"

"Dean," Jo said exasperated with the conversation. She set Harvey down in the crib and took a seat on the bed next to Dean. "You need as many people as you can get. I don't want to leave our son an orphan, but I'd rather do that then leave him with out a world. Everything will be okay. We'll be back to give him his breakfast bottle." She smiled at him reassuringly.

Dean watched Harvey in the crib. Harvey turned and stared at him with the same brown eyes his mother had. He knew he would cave.

"Bobby can watch Harvey." Jo put her hand on his. "If this can get us a shot on the Devil..." She trailed off cupping his face so he would look at her, "I love you."

The world could have ended in that moment and Dean wouldn't have cared. He wouldn't have given a rat's ass. Just let the whole thing explore, Dean wouldn't of even noticed. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was screaming.

But he was on his feet and she was in his arms before he knew what happened.

"I'm sorry," She panted, laying a heavy head on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry. Please," She begged. "No, no," She sobbed as she looked down at her side.

"No, no, no, it's okay." He reassured her, kicking the door of an old hardware store open. "It's all going to be okay." He set her down near the counter, Ellen and Sam not far behind him.

Dean stepped back looking down at Jo. Her face was already pale from blood loss, her left side soaked in red. He covered his mouth with a shaky hand and Jo started to cry.

"It's okay," She promised him. Please keep going, her eyes begged him.

Dean nodded.

"We need to get our priorities straight." Jo looked from her mother to Sam, and finally upon the father of her only son. A son that would never know his mother. "I'm not making it out of here."

"Well here it is." Dean said sadly as he handed Jo the detonator.

"I'm sorry."

Dean bowed his head, his hands surrounding her small one. He looked up at her with tears lining his eyes. "Me too. I love you, you know that?"

Jo nodded silently, tears of her own sliding freely down her cheeks.

"I guess I'll see you on the other side." Dean said giving her a watery smile, "Probably sooner rather than later."

Jo smiled too, lifting up her shotgun and handing it to him. "Make it later." Her smile quickly turned to a frown as she took a ragged breath, "Tell Harvey I love him, everyday. Make sure he knows." She begged him.

Dean took her face in his hands, "Of course," He promised kissing her forehead. "He knows." He brought his lips to hers, for the last time. The last woman he would ever kiss, he vowed.

"I love you." Jo whispered to him as he stood.

He swallowed hard on his words, nodding as the tears streamed down his face, "I love you."

Sam pushed at him, "We have to go now." Ellen huddled under his arm, in hysterics.

Dean nodded again, taking one last look at Jo, he went out the back door.

When Sam finally pulled the Impala into the Singer lot, Dean refused to get out of the back seat of the car. Not only did he think it not best for him to drive, for fear of driving off an overpass, he didn't even want to be in the front seat. The temptation of jerking the wheel in a good sized ditch or tree was too much.

Dean had been sitting in the back seat for over an hour. He could barely look at Ellen, how could he possibly go inside that house and look at his son. His mother was dead. Jo was dead.

Dean felt hollow, he couldn't even fathom how he was going to live without her let alone raise their son. He sighed shakily, running a hand through his hair. The memory of that burning hardware store was seared into his retinas.

Dean heard the screen door creak open and slam shut. He heard the displacement of gravel under someones feet.

"Dean?" Ellen called to him through the open window. "You gonna come inside, sweetie?"

Dean shook his bowed head. He never noticed how much Ellen and Jo sounded alike. He felt his chest expand with another rush of pain.

"Alright," She sighed pulling the one of the back doors open and slid in next to him. She placed a hand on his before she turned his face to look at her. "I know you are hurtin', trust me, baby, I know. But you got a son in there, my grandson. You have to keep going. For him." She sighed dropping her hand from his face. "You can't let this destroy you like John did. Jo wouldn't want that."

Dean physically cringed at her name. Ellen was right, she was always right. Dean figured he would live a long life constantly being reminded of that very fact. He nodded rubbing his face with his hands. He looked up at the house. Sam stood in the door way holding Harvey. Harvey leaned his head on his uncle's shoulder and stared at his father. Dean stared back and reached for the door handle.

He didn't remember walking to the porch or entering the house. All he knew was that Harvey was in his arms and needed to be feed. Dean cradled him, just like Jo had shown him all those months ago, and grabbed a bottle from the fridge. He leaned against the counter and gazed down at Harvey as he sucked nosily from the bottle.

Dean could never tell if Harvey looked more like Jo or him. He had a golden brown hue to the fuzz that covered the top of his head, but Dean knew that could change with age, a lot of kids were blond as infants. His cheeks were rosy and a bit chubby, especially right now, gorging on his bottle. Dean smiled guessing that must be his genes, but then again, Jo could eat too. He had no tell tale signs that shouted Harvelle or Winchester. Except for his eyes. Those were Jo's. Those were the ones Dean couldn't look away from.

"I'm sorry little guy," He whispered as he brushed a stray piece of downy hair from Harvey's forehead. "Something really bad happened today." He continued laying a kiss on Harvey's crown. Dean was going to tell him what happened. He was going to tell him everything. Harvey was year old, how much could he comprehend? But Harvey stopped drinking from his bottle and pushed it away and just stared up at Dean, as if he was listening. As if he already knew and knew that Dean just needed to say it out loud.

"Mama?" Harvey asked urging him on.

Dean shook his head, moving to take a seat at the kitchen table. He set Harvey on the table and placed his arms on either side of the small infant. "I'm sorry." Dean met his son's forehead with his as he began to cry. "She's dead."

Hey guys! How are you liking it so far? Good, bad, rushed, anything?

Btw I got the name Harvey from Harvelle lol I know it's kind of a random name, but I didn't want to use any of the commonly used names for their kids.

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