Hallows
"Let's just drive him to the ER," Sam said, "There was a hospital on the way here." He glanced back towards the door. "Dean..." Dean looked up from the wall he'd substituted as a punching bag. Dean followed Sam's gaze. The demon, their demon, was gone. Disappeared.
"What?" John asked, from the bed.
"Nothing dad," Dean said.
"He's gone isn't he?" John said.
"Um, yeha," Sam said, afraid that the demon was still alive.
John, instead of getting mad, smiled. "We did it," he said with as much joy as he could muster. "Jasper and Rose should be gone too." Sam and Dean both looked. He was right. They were gone. "We did it, theyre gone, they're dead," John said, realization sinking in. "Mary, Mary," he started to whisper.
"Dad?" Dean asked, stretching the word out into two syllables. "Stay with us, okay?"
"I dont want to," he said like a three year old with a candy bar, and laughed. "I want to see Mary."
"I'm kind of right here," a soft female voice spoke. Everyone looked toward the doorway again, and Sam and Dean's jaws dropped.
"Mom." Dean said it as a word. Not a question. Just a fact.
"Dean," she said back. "Sammy," She walked over to him and ruffled her fingers through his hair. "You need a haircut," she said, with a look on her face, and laughed. She hugged her boys and went over to her husband. She kissed his forehead. "Sleep," she said in a whisper. John closed his eyes.
His breathing was less shallow and he stopped bleeding.
"He wont die wil he?" Dean asked.
"Not yet, at least, everyone has to die," Mary said. "Oh, my boys grew up well." She sighed. Her voice was so soft.
"Are you... I'm confused," Sam said. She looked alive, she could hug them, but she was dressed in her nightgown from twenty-two years ago.
"I'm not alive, Sammy," she said, with her soft voice, with a sad look on her face. "I'm... let's say borrowing some time from the big man upstairs."
"God?" Dean said.
"Whoever you want him to be," Mary whispered, looking up and smiling.
"Your not gonna call down some golden rays and ascend into the sky are you?" Dean asked.
Mary laughed a sweet laugh, and shook her head no. "No I'm not, Dean."
"Then..." Sam's voice drifted off.
"Don't even try to understand," Mary said. "You wont be able to."
"What are you here for?" Dean asked.
"I've been here," Mary said, "Occasionally, from time to time. Jess, by the way, sends her love." Mary looked dead into Sam's eyes and Sam fought the urge to cry all of a sudden. "And she tells you to move on," Mary went to hug her son. "And she tells you to be happy." Sam blinked out a tear or two. "I told her to tell you herself."
"What?" Sam said.
"Ah, one big happy reunion, huh?" Sam knew that voice. Jess.
"Let's not make this a chick flick, please," Dean said, louder than he should have.
"Be nice!" Mary scolded her son. "I can bring up the Cassie thing again." Dean's face flushed red. "Don't think I didn't know," she said.
"You didn't, like..." he started, trailing off suggestively. "I mean, you can see things."
"Don't, Dean," Mary said.
Sam stood in shock. Silent shock. "I love you," Jess said, "But move on. For me. Tell me you will."
"Chick flick, please stop," Dean said, fighting the urge to gag as they hugged.
Jess stepped back, to Sam's dismay. "I don't have much time," Jess said, waiting for an answer.
"I.. I'll try," Sam said. Jess glared at him. "I will!" he said, laughing.
"Dean," she said, looking over at him.
"I'll make sure of it," Dean said, and stood in attention like a soldier for a split second and laughed.
Mary ruffled Dean's hair and sat next to her husband. "This isn't the last time I'll see you," she told all three of her family members.
"Me either. I'll be there at your wedding, Sammy," Jess said.
"Oh please, for my stomach's sake, this isn't Paramount Pictures," Dean said.
"Chill out, Dean," Jess said. "I can go have a talk with this Cassie if you want."
"Oh, god, help me," Dean said.
"You won't remember any of this when you wake up either," Mary said, with a touch of sadness in her voice. "I love you. All 3 of you. Don't you forget that."
And with that, Sam and Dean blacked out.
They woke up in the pontiac at 7:00 the next morning. Sam woke up in shotgun seat and looked at Dean, who woke up several seconds afterward. Both of them were clueless. They looked back at their dad, asleep in the back seat.
"Well, what's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked Sam
Short Chapter, but it's my transition to the end chapter. The next one, sadly, will be the last. Awwww. My first fanfiction... it's almost over :( Did you really think I could kill Denny... I mean John?? lol. I love JDM too much.