Sunlight filtered in through a small part in the curtains. Jenna stretched, and felt a strong arm encircle her waist. Lips kissed the back of her neck, and she pressed into the warm body behind her.

"Am I actually waking up in your arms?"

"Good morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?"

"Best night's sleep in months."

"Same here."

With a hand to her chin, John turned her face toward him and kissed her. His thumb brushed over her cheek before he slipped his fingers into her hair.

They stayed that way for a while, kissing and holding each other. Jenna raked her fingers through the hair on his chest. She had to pull away to catch her breath, and John kissed all over her face and neck.

"Can we just stay here?" Jenna whispered.

John pressed his forehead to hers and took a deep breath.

"Jenna..."

"I know... I know."

"I wish I could give you everything you want, sweetheart."

Jenna pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"I just want you."

"You have me. Even if I'm not around."

"I don't want to think about that. You're here now."

"Yes, I am."

They kissed again until John insisted they get up. He got out of bed, but Jenna just stared at him. Her eyes lingered over his body until they met his, and they both smiled. John went back to her, threw the covers aside, and lay on top of her.

"Maybe we have a little extra time."

They made love once more, and whispered I love yous while they held each other, until their breathing became normal again.

John found his pants and pulled them on to try to avoid temptation again, then he called Sam and Dean to wake them up.

Quick showers, and they were on the road in search of a quick breakfast.

It wasn't far outside of Salvation that John got a call on his cell. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel and found a place to pull over. Dean followed in the Impala, and they all got out.

He explained to them that Caleb called to tell him that Pastor Jim Murphy was dead, his throat slashed. It was definitely a demon.

"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."

"Dad," Sam said, "that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?"

"We check 'em all, that's how. You got any better ideas?"

"No, sir."

Back in the truck, Jenna let John pull back onto the road, then she reached out for his hand.

"You okay?"

John shook his head. "Jim was... He helped me and the boys so much. He was a good friend, and a good man."

"I'm sorry."

"This has to stop." He squeezed her hand. "I'm dropping you off at a different motel."

"Why?"

"You know why. I want you safe. These things have been following me. They know I'm close."

"Wouldn't I be safer with you than alone?"

"No... you wouldn't."

John found a good motel for Jenna, and got her checked in. Inside her room, he lay an extra duffle on the bed.

"Salt the door and windows after I leave. You've got the basics in this bag. You know how to use them."

"Everything except the gun."

"The gun is a last resort. It would draw too much attention."

John pulled Jenna into his arms, and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, sweetheart."

"Don't you dare say goodbye to me right now."

"I'm just saying 'I love you.'"

Jenna took his face in her hands.

"I love you, too."

They kissed for a moment, until John pulled out of her arms. He let his lips linger just a bit longer as he caressed her face. Then he was gone.

Jenna stayed in her room alone for three days. She paced the floor, and barely slept, waiting for a phone call, or even a text to let her know they were all okay.

When the phone call finally came, it was Sam.

"Pack up and check out. I'll be there in five minutes."

He hung up before she could say anything.

When they got to the hospital, Sam had to stop Jenna from running to John's room, but she was the first to walk through the door. John looked up in surprise and addressed Sam as he walked in.

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Are you kidding me?"

"She's got a right to be here, Dad. You're hurt. Dean's dying-"

"I'm working on that," John said.

"Are you?"

"Of course I am. But we're not out of danger. Jenna shouldn't be here."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not standing right next to you, John."

"You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous."

"Well, you would know, wouldn't you?" Sam said.

"What are you talking about?"

"That stuff from Bobby... you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?"

Jenna's eyes widened. "John-"

"I have a plan, Sam."

"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean."

"Guys, stop!"

Jenna yelled, but John and Sam kept at each other until a glass of water flew off of John's bedside table and crashed to the floor. Silence filled the room as they stared at one another.

When a group of doctors and nurses rushed past the room, the moment was gone.

John motioned toward the door with his head. "Something's going on out there."

When Sam left to see what was happening, Jenna ran her hand through John's hair, then walked around to the other side of the bed where his arm wasn't hurt. She stared at him a moment, until he said her name, then she flung her fist into his shoulder.

John lurched as Jenna pulled back and punched him again.

"You stupid ass!"

"Jenna-"

He turned his face away, but didn't try to defend himself as she wailed at his arm, chest, and back.

"You wanted Sam to kill you!"

"I had the thing in me!"

"You had yourself in you! You stupid, selfish..."

Her words trailed off, but she kept punching until tears flowed from her eyes, and her arms got heavy. She turned to the window and choked back a sob.

"You're a selfish bastard."

"Jenna... to let this thing go on killing, that would be selfish. I told you, over and over, I don't plan to make it out of this fight alive."

"Just shut up. I'm so mad at you right now. Did you think about me at all? About your kids?"

"You three are all I think about."

"Then how could you-"

"To keep you safe!"

Sam came back into the room and Jenna turned away and wiped her eyes.

Sam told them it was Dean the doctors were rushing to help, and Sam thought he felt Dean in the room.

"I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?"

"Anything's possible."

"Well, there's one way to find out," Sam said.

"Where are you going?"

"I gotta pick something up. I'll be back."

"Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay."

Sam nodded and left.

John looked at Jenna, whose hands gripped the side of his bed, and he ran his hand down her arm.

"I won't tell you not to be mad at me... and I'm not happy Sam brought you here, but... since you're here... lie with me?"

Jenna took a breath, as if to say something, but she climbed next to John and snuggled into his side.

"Do you know how much it hurts to know you wanted to die."

"Jenna... if there were another way at the time, I would have taken it. It's not like I'm trying to commit suicide, here. It was in me. Killing me would have killed it. It's like a soldier throwing himself on a grenade. It's a sacrifice."

"I'm not okay with that."

He kissed her head. "I'm sorry."