10 minutes later

Louise's POV

I didn't think Jana was capable of crying. I didn't think she had the capacity to feel. Especially for my brother because of how she treated him. But here she was. Sitting on the hardwood floor, legs sprawled out in front of her, David's head in her lap, while she sobbed. Her chest heaved and she choked out his name between sobs. She ran shaky fingers over his face, outlining his lips, before planting a kiss on them...he didn't move. She only sobbed harder.

She didn't seem to notice that the puddle of blood was soaking into her jeans...or maybe she just didn't care. All she cared about at this moment was the fact that David was lifeless. It made me realize, maybe she really loved him after all.

Dean was frozen, eyes locked on the hysterical woman and the dead man. He did try to move towards them, probably to help though we all knew it was too late, but Jana glared at him through watery eyes and he froze in place. A look of..guilt...on his face as he stared at the sight before him.

The shotgun hit the floor with a loud thud. Sam's eyes went wide, filled with fear. Fear that he had actually killed a man. An innocent man. It had been an accident of course, the shotgun was only meant to scare the guy. But he hadn't been expecting David to attack him. The force of David's body hitting his made his finger slip and...He took big steps backwards until he hit the front door, the sound of the gun firing ringing in his ears.

I was in shock. It didn't seem real. One minute my brother is alive, breathing, talking. The next he's on the floor, cold, lifeless. It didn't seem real. It seemed like a joke. A cruel joke. But somewhere inside a voice was telling me it wasn't. My brother was gone. My stomach suddenly felt queasy and I threw a hand on my mouth before rushing to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach. I flushed, then gripped the sides of the porcelain toilet where I began to finally cry.

Jana's POV

I ran my fingers through his brown hair, and smiled slightly. I remember all the times I would nag at him about his hair. You look like fucking Billy Ray Cyrus. If you want some tonight, get a haircut. He would throw some insult towards me, but he'd go get that haircut. My smile faltered. I was never going to hear his voice again. Never going to wake up to him. Never going to kiss him. Never going to badger him about his ex-wife ever again. Never going to start a family with him.

You're going to father my children.

The hell I am. I almost laughed at the memory. Oh god David. A tear splashed on his unshaven face and I sniffled before wiping it off, my hand lingering on his cheek.

"Dean, we need to...We need to get rid of the body." The voice made me jump and when it sunk in what was said, I clutched David tighter to me. I glared up at his murderer and spat, "The hell you are." I wouldn't let them touch David. They'd have to go over my dead body.

Dean ran a hand over his suddenly weary face and sighed, "Well we can't keep it-"

I screeched, "David! He's not an it. He's still David!" Dean grimaced but nodded. I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair, "You aren't touching him."

Sam took a hesitant step forward, "Well...can we at least move him off the floor?" He gestured towards my jeans and oh. They were beside a little puddle of David's blood. My jeans had soaked up most of it. "Rigor Mortis will set in soon and-"

"Where will you move him to? If you plan on burying him in the backyard so help me god..." Dean and Sam shared a glanced before Dean reassured me with a, "Well..." That was it. I gently laid David's head on the floor beside me, before standing up and rushing over to the phone. Fuck everything.

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Sam's fear filled voiced and I ignored him, picking up my cell phone off the kitchen counter, ready to dial 911 and put Sam on death row. That bastard deserved to fry for what he did to David. Accident or not. And bury him in the backyard? Jesus. What had I been thinking, wanting to leave with these two?

"911 state your emergency."

"These two guys mmh..."

"Hello? I'm sorry, can you repeat that? Hello?" I was slammed onto the floor by Dean, my cell phone flying out of my hand and sliding across the floor to the other side of the room. I landed on my back hard, and the fact that Dean was still on top of me, didn't make things better. I looked over to see Sam picking up my cell phone and disconnecting the call. Son of a bitch. I started pounding at Dean until he got a hold of my arms. He hovered over me, his hands trapping my arms to the floor, and his eyes locking with mine.

"Now. I'm sorry, Jana. About David. I really am." I could feel my eyes fill with unshed tears but I couldn't tear my gaze away from his. "But I can't let you call the cops...We can't get them involved with this. If they get involved Sammy could-"

"Get death row, yes that's the point you idiot!" Sam grimaced but Dean ignored me. "-get in a lot of trouble. I can't let that happen." Dean was serious. Oh my god.

Dean was staring at me expectantly, waiting for a response. Well, since the cops couldn't be called...I didn't want to piss them off and end up like David..."What happens now."

Dean seemed relieved and his grip loosend but he didn't move. "You know as well as I do that we can't leave the body...I mean David...on the floor forever. Burying it...David...in the backyard-"

"Sure as hell won't happen or-."

"-or so help you god. Yes I know." I glared at him but he ignored it, tearing his gaze away and staring at something to his left. "I don't know if you'll like this or not but...We could leave. Then make an anonymous phone call to the police about a dead body in the house. You'd have to come with us now for sure because we have to make sure that you don't visit any police stations if you know what I mean." What the fuck. "Think about it. Well, don't take too long." He stood up and looked around a frown settling onto his face, "Where's Louise?" He went over to Sam to ask for her whereabouts.

I sat up on my elbows and looked over at David. Maybe that would be alright...It's better than the backyard.