Sorry for the wait. Hope you guys like this. I've only got one more chapter after this one to go.


Jay wasn't really eating, more like pushing his food around on the plate. He knew that they were worried about him. He had been basically avoiding Dean and not answering the questions that they asked him.

He had moments were he thought about afterwards. Like, what if all this wasn't fixed? How would he feel then? Especially since he was avoiding his father at the moment. He guessed that was the "to mature for an eleven year old" part of him.

The bigger part of him was just angry, though. He was still to pissed off that they lied to him and let him go away for the better part of a year to another country.

Jay had grown up knowing it could happen. Ever since his dad and Sam had started hunting again, he had known it was a possibility that something bad could happen to one of them. Plus, ever since that car crash over tow years ago that had nearly killed them both, that fear had gone up a little.

This, however, was different. This wasn't a possibility that some demon could catch Dean or Sam off guard or get in a lucky shot. This was a sure thing, and it meant more than his dad just dying. It meant his dad going to Hell.

It was a scary thought, that Sam had died a year ago and he hadn't known. Even scarier was what his dad would, and did, do because of it. It was happening soon, as well.


Sam watched Jay pretend like he was eating when he was really more playing with food. He had been quiet since coming home from school, barely talking to any of them.

Jay had told them that some demon had been possessing Cedric and that it had fled when he had confronted it. It didn't make sense, but Jay had refused to offer any more details about what had happened, and when Dean tried to press him, he had gotten angry.

They shouldn't have sent him away to school. This was what happened when one of their family members was away for a long period of time. Then again, he understood why Dean had let him go, but he was pretty sure that Dean was regretting that decision right about now.

He knew the way that Dean thought. He was more than likely blaming himself for whatever happened. Well, Dean would blame himself if something happened even if there was no possible way he could have stopped it. He had done the same when Sam had died a year ago.

After a few minutes, Jay gave up even pretending he was eating and got up from the table without a word to Sam. Sam worriedly watched him leave. They really did need to figure out what exactly had happened.

"I said, stay the hell away from me!" Sam heard the yell come from the other room a few minutes later and he got to his feet. Dean and Jay were both in the living room. Jay was on the other side of the room, staring at Dean. His hands were fisted at his sides and his eyes were narrowed in anger.

Sam looked over and met Bobby's worried gaze. The man was standing to the side of Dean, watching the both of them. Dean was kneeling several feet away from Jay.

"Jay..."

"Shut up!" Jay yelled at him. Sam wondered if this was going to turn into a shouting match but then he noticed the fact that there were unshed tears in Jay's eyes. Dean noticed, it seemed, too.

"Jay, tell me what's wrong."

"You are!" He said loudly. Dean tried to move forward when the tears in Jay's eyes did fall but he simply backed further away from his father and wiped his eyes angrily.

"You lied. You said that nothing would happen..." Oh, crap. Sam glanced at his brother. He was pretty sure what was going on now.

"I didn't-"

"Yes you did!" Jay cut his father off, his voice rising once again. "She told me the truth."

"She?" Jay nodded, glaring at his father.

"Lilith," he said quietly, watching as Dean froze. Sam's eyes widened and he and Bobby exchanged a shocked glance. "You know her, don't you?"

"Lilith was the one who possessed your friend." Jay nodded.

"She told me a few things about you. I thought you guys were acting kinda strange, like there was something you didn't want me to know. Kinda thought you would have told me you sold your soul before you sent me to another country to go to school." Dean looked down for a moment. He did get closer to Jay, but Jay pulled away again when he reached out.

"I'm sorry, Jay." Jay shook his head. He looked first over at Bobby and then Sam, before back at his father. He opened his mouth to say something else before closing it again and then he went swiftly around his father and ran out of the room.


Sam chewed his lip a little, wondering if he should go in or not. Bobby had convinced Dean to give Jay a little space after he had run out of the room. Dean was currently doing research. Dean hated research and they weren't even on a case or looking for one at the moment.

It wasn't like Dean was researching ways to break the deal either. Sam had the feeling that he had picked some random book of Bobby's and started reading. Sam also had the feeling that if he asked Dean what the book said, he wouldn't be able to answer.

Sam had watched Dean as he stared at the book in front of him. He had been bouncing his leg restlessly and chewing his lip but keeping his eyes firmly on the book. Sam could practically hear his thoughts. He knew that his brother wanted desperately to go to Jay.

Sighing now, Sam hesitated for another moment before opening the door. He spotted Jay sitting against the headboard of his bed. He had pulled his knees up to his chest and he was staring into space.

"What do you want?" Jay asked without looking at Sam. Sam rubbed a hand across his face before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I think we need to talk." Jay looked over at him and for a second Sam thought he was going to cry again.

"Why? It won't change anything."

"Jay, I'm trying to find a way to break the deal."

"You said that a year ago. Said you were going to fix whatever was wrong when you still weren't telling me anything."

"I know." Sam sighed. "But I am trying."

"There's not much time, is there?" Jay looked away again when Sam shook his head.

"I know you're angry. I know you don't want to talk to him right now, and you have the right to feel that way. But, I think you need to," Sam held up a hand when Jay turned his head back, anger forming once again, "I'm not saying this just for him. I sayin' it for you too."

"Oh, yeah?" Jay's eyes narrowed. "And how does that work?" Sam looked down for a moment.

"I think if you don't talk things through with Dean, and I can't...I can't break this then you'll regret it later. I did."

"What are you talking about?" Jay crossed his arms over his chest.

"Look, I fought with my dad before he died. In fact I started one just minutes before. I don't want you to feel...guilty for the rest of your life because you didn't talk to Dean. I don't want you to go through that." Jay let out a frustrated breath and leaned forward.

"I know that, okay? I know I should talk to him. I know that if I don't I'll hate myself. I know what you're saying is true, but the thing is that I can't right now. I've been thinking about nothing but this since I talked to Lilith. Yes, I am angry. I also do not want to watch him die."

"Neither do I. I'm sorry you found out that way. We should have told you. I was so determined to find a way. I really thought I would by now." Jay nodded.

"Could you just...leave me alone for awhile? I'll talk to him, okay? I just can't right now." Sam nodded, and got up.

"I really am sorry, Jay." He said before leaving the room.


Jay fidgeted a little as he stood beside the table in the kitchen. Dean had fallen asleep there, his head resting on some book. He hesitated in waking his dad up.

He had been mostly keeping to his room after he had talked to Sam. Most of his anger was actually gone now, replaced by fear, actually near panic, at the thought that in a couple of weeks his dad could die.

The fear was so strong that he couldn't seem to maintain the anger he had built up before, even though he wanted to at times. Anger was easier to deal with.

He wondered what would happen to him after his dad died. Dumbledore had come here himself to get him to go to Hogwarts. As far as he knew, the man had never gone to pick up a student himself.

Sam would most likely go off the deep end. Dean had after John had died. He remembered overhearing a conversation between his dad and Sam after John died. He hadn't heard much but his dad asking Sam how he was supposed to deal with that.

Jay figured that conversation had something to do with the way John had died. He knew the real reason, of course. The man had died for Dean. John's death alone would have been enough, but adding that had made things so much worse.

Sam would most likely respond to Dean's death even worse. He had heard before how Dean had basically raised Sam, how much Dean really meant to Sam. How would Sam survive that? How would he?

So, was that his future? Would he be forced to go back to Hogwarts? Would he be living at Bobby's alone while Sam went out and searched for revenge? Would he even care either way after, if Lilith held true to her threat, watched his dad die?

He couldn't see how he could. Maybe he would end up being sent away. He could deal with a lot. Demons possessing his friends, ghosts attacking his uncle, dreams that turned out to be real, the way his birth parents had died and knowing that the man who killed them might still be out there somewhere. He could not handle this.

He was only eleven. He shouldn't have to worry whether or not his father would be dead before his twelfth birthday.

He tried imagining what it would be like after but it all stopped at Dean's death. He stared at his father as he slept and closed his eyes tightly when his mind brought up an image of blood that wasn't really there on his dad's face.

When he opened them, he looked down and gripped the table. Would this be the way it happened? Would his dad look normal? Would there even be blood? Would he just drop all of the sudden? Would he just look like he was sleeping?

"Jay?" He jumped, his breathing picking up and looked up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. His dad was watching him, concern in his eyes. His hair was a mess and one side of his face was red.

He was there, though. Watching him and concerned and alive. He wouldn't always be. In a few weeks, he wouldn't wake up. In a few weeks, he wouldn't have just fallen asleep on the kitchen table.

Jay felt the tears start, but he didn't bother trying to banish them. He was still stuck a few weeks from now. His dad was talking, but he didn't hear it. He did, however, feel when his dad squeezed his shoulder.

Before he knew what was happening he was hugging his father fiercely. Clinging to him, really. He closed his eyes as his dad hugged him back. Please, please, please don't let this happen.