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Dean sits in the waiting room of the hospital as Sam paces. Dean sighs, now dressed back in his clothing, "They said they were almost here, Sam. Calm down."
Sam huffs, taking a seat next to Dean, "I know, I'm just nervous."
Dean raises a brow at him, "What about?"
Sam chuckles, "The wrath of Isabeau's parents." Dean's face falls and rubs his face, if he wasn't dead before, he surely thought he was now.
"Boys."
Sam and Dean stand up and turn towards the entrance. Bartholmieu and Yvette stand at the entrance with Isabeau's brothers. All of their eyes are bloodshot.
Sam and Dean look down ashamed, "Bartholmieu… Yvette… We're sorry-" Sam is cut off as Yvette runs up to him and gives him a motherly hug. Sam looks down at her in confusion as Bartholmieu walks up and gives a hug to Dean.
"It's not your fault boys. We're just glad to see that you two are… okay." Bartholmieu says as him and his wife pull away. Isabeau's brothers walk up, clinging to Sam and Dean.
Bartholmieu pauses, "I'm sorry about John."
Sam and Dean look down once again. Bartholmieu sighs, "He was a good friend, and he was proud of you boys."
Dean smiles weakly at Bartholmieu, "Thank you." Sam nods in agreement.
Yvette breathes out, "Where is she?"
"Excuse me?" The doctor comes up to them.
Yvette and Bartholmieu turn to the doctor. "Are you Mr and Mrs. MacLeod? Parents of Isabeau MacLeod?"
Sam and Dean furrow their brows; they thought Fitzgerald was their last name. Bartholmieu glances over at the boys before speaking, "Actually, we go by the Fitzgerald's. But yes, can you take us to her?"
The doctor nods, "If you would follow me?"
Isabeau's parents nod. "Could you watch the boys for us… we don't want them to see her yet." Yvette asks Sam and Dean.
The two nod and bring the three brothers over to the chairs, keeping them occupied.
Yvette and Bartholmieu sit on either side of Isabeau's body, each of them holding onto one of her hands. Tears fall down their face as they lean over on their elbows, looking at Isabeau's face.
"This can't be happening." Yvette cries.
Bartholmieu bites his lip to stop him from sobbing. He had to stay strong for his wife. "We need to do something, Yvette."
Yvette sniffles, "I'm not that powerful anymore, Bartholmieu. I gave Isabeau most of my power to save her the first time. My touch is worthless."
Bartholmieu sighs, "I could call up my brother-"
"No." Yvette shakes her head, "I have nothing against your brother, but he is the very last resort."
Bartholmieu nods, "He still needs to know that his niece is dying." Yvette glances up at her husband and nods.
Bartholmieu gets up and steps out of the room, closing the door behind him, calling his brother.
Yvette looks back at her daughter's face and bursts into more tears, "My baby girl. You need to hold on. Your family still needs you. Who's gonna help me keep your little brothers in place? Who's gonna sing them to sleep?"
Her breath hitches, "Your father and I lost you once… I remember the day you were born. I expected to hear your cries, but you were silent. You weren't breathing. You were gone before I could even hold you."
She squeezes her daughters hand tightly, moving closer, brushing Isabeau's white hair behind her ear, "You were supposed to be a redhead… just like your Nanna." She chuckles, "Though I think the white suits you better."
Yvette bites her lip, "I gave you my responsibility to save you. I locked away the parts that you couldn't handle and now they're slowly coming back. I took away the memories of those who love and miss you."
"So please, hold on so I can explain everything. So I can apologize." Yvette sighs, stroking Isabeau's hair, "You can't leave your coven. They would be lost without you."
Yvette pauses, "Sam and Dean… they wouldn't be able to move on. You're the love of their lives, the three of you were destined to be together. Made for each other. Don't leave them. Fight for them… fight for all of us."
Dion looks down fiddling with his fingers, not paying attention to his other two older brothers talking. "Dion?" Dean crouches down in front of Isabeau's youngest brother, "How you doin, kiddo?"
Dion shrugs, not saying anything.
Dean sighs, "Your big sis is strong, she'll make it." Dean didn't know if he was just saying that to get his own hopes up.
Dion nods, "I know. This has happened before." Alphonse and Eugene stop talking and go to sit next to their little brother.
Dean furrows his brow as Sam crouches down next to him, "What do you mean, Dion?" Sam asks.
Dion doesn't answer, so Alphonse does, "Mom and Dad told us that Izzy was in a deep sleep when she was born, she wouldn't wake up."
Dean and Sam glance at each other, never hearing this story before, "She was stillborn?" Dean asks.
Alphonse nods, "I didn't know what that meant until they told us in sex ed… but Mom told us that Izzy came back after a few minutes, that she had angels looking out for her."
"That's why Izzy's hair is white." Eugene adds in. He pauses looking over at Alphonse, "Angels aren't real, silly."
Alphonse sticks his tongue out at him, "You never know!"
Dion rolls his eyes at his older brothers, "Morons." Sam raises a brow at Dion. Him and Isabeau were too much alike.
Alphonse and Eugene playfully glare at their little brother, looking back at Sam and Dean. "Stay right here, you three."
Sam and Dean get up from their crouched positions and walk a little ways away, still keeping an eye on the three boys. "Did you know about Isabeau being a stillborn?" Sam asks.
Dean shakes his head, "No… I don't even think Isabeau knew. Why would her parents not tell her?"
Sam huffs, "I don't know, Dean. I mean, Bartholmieu is over 300 years old and we don't know how much older Yvette is; Isabeau just said she was older." He pauses, "But why choose to start having children more than 20 years ago when they were together for hundreds of years?"
Dean thinks for a moment, "I don't know, Sam. Everything is honestly thrown out the window. If you think about it, why aren't Isabeau's brothers hybrids? Why is the demon after Isabeau in the first place? Nothing is adding up."
Sam doesn't say anything and Dean sighs, "I don't know and right now I don't care." Sam looks at him. Dean bites his lip, "I just want Isabeau alive. I want her here with us. That's all."
Bartholmieu leans against the wall of Isabeau's hospital room. Yvette stepped out a little while ago to go find a bathroom. Bartholmieu stares down at his daughter's body, fresh tears spilling.
He got off the phone with his brother and it probably had to be the most heartbreaking phone call he's ever had to give. When they were on the phone, he could hear his brother holding back his emotions. All his brother did was ask a few simple questions and then hung up.
No doubt his brother is cursing out anyone he sees and is taking his anger out on any poor soul.
Bartholmieu looks down at his phone, knowing who he had to call next; his mother. He sighs, knowing that the phone call was going to be even tougher. Isabeau and Nanna were very close. Once his mother hears the news, she'd be down there in no time flat, working to the bone to find something.
Just as he's about to open his phone, a sudden hiss from the other side of the room makes him freeze. He looks over and his eyes widen. Looking at him with curious eyes is a 8 foot long black mamba. It hisses at him as it slithers by, making it's way to Isabeau's bed.
Bartholmieu watches on in curiosity as the black mamba slithers up the side of the bed and on top of Isabeau's body. It stops, staring at her face for a few seconds before slithering underneath the neck of her shirt and down to the right side of her torso.
Bartholmieu sees the snake moving underneath her shirt, coiling itself into a certain position before the outline of the snakes slowly sinks into her side. He could no longer see any sign of the snake anywhere.
He walks over to her left side and slowly lifts up her shirt. He tilts his head once he sees a large black and white tattoo of the same black mamba, covering the length of the left side of her torso. He chuckles, shaking his head, "Brother, you find the strangest spells."
Bartholmieu puts her shirt back into place and as he's fixing the blanket he notices something else. He takes a seat next her and lifts her hand. One the inside of her left wrist is a small tattoo of a single white lily. He scoffs, "Looks like another one of your favorite uncle's knows what's going on. Giving you all the gifts."
"You got to wake up, Lass. Things will go to shit if you leave." Bartholmieu tells her and he's met with silence.
Bartholmieu let's go of Isabeau's hand and glances over, his eye catching her rosary sitting on top of her dried bloody clothing. He walks over, picks it up and stares it in his hands. Bartholmieu breathes deeply and walks back over to Isabeau, placing the rosary in her hand, "If you love her, you will save her."
Some time later, everyone was sitting in Isabeau's room. Alphonse, Eugene and Dion were all curled into Isabeau's sides, refusing to leave her alone. They thought if they stayed near Isabeau, she could wake up at any moment.
Plus they said that they don't want Isabeau to be cold when she wakes up… truly the logic of children. Their parents didn't say anything against it. Their sons were like leeches with Isabeau. Never wanting to part for too long.
Sam and Dean stand near the windows as Bartholmieu and Yvette sit on the other side. Nothing was said between any of them, all too scared to shatter the silence.
But the beeping of the monitors did that for them. All of them look over in shock as all the monitors start beeping rapidly and Isabeau's heartrate monitor flatlines. Nurses and doctors come rushing in, pushing everyone out of the room.
Isabeau's little brothers cry out as they're pulled away forcefully from Isabeau's body, begging to be with their sister.
Sam and Dean struggle against the doctors and nurses, tears falling freely as they shout for Isabeau.
Isabeau's parents watch on dragging their children, pain etched on their faces.
Extra nurses and doctors hold the entire family and Sam and Dean back as they rush to resuscitate Isabeau.
They watch as Isabeau's body convulses when they shock her. Nothing changes. "All clear." One of the nurses says.
On the other side of the hospital room, Isabeau's spirit flickers in and she watches on, tears in her eyes as she hears the screams of her family. She cradles her face in her hands as she cries.
An arm pulls her into the owner's chest. Rebecca stares at Isabeau's body while holding her spiritual one close. Tears are falling down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, Isabeau."
Isabeau sobs into Rebecca's arms and with one final attempt at resuscitation from the doctors, Rebecca and Isabeau disappear.
"All right, call it. Time of death, 3:21 pm." One of the nurses says.
Sam falls to his knees, staring blankly into the room as Dean screams out, punching one of the walls in anger before sliding down against it and onto the floor. Both brothers stare at Isabeau's dead body feeling empty inside. Like all the life was sucked out of them.
The cries of Isabeau's brothers echoed through the hall as Yvette and Bartholmieu held them back, crouching down pulling them into one giant family hug. The family cries, the brothers holding onto each other as Yvette and Bartholmieu lean their heads against one another's.
The extra nurses and doctors walk out the room, leaving the family to mourn the loss of Isabeau. A few doctors and nurses stay, unhooking Isabeau from the machines and taking the tube out of her throat.
Suddenly, all throughout the hospital, every vase full of flowers in the patients rooms started to wilt rapidly. Petals falling from their stems and all color draining. Some nurses notice and watch with confusion.
Outside thunder rumbles in and the skies turn dark, lightning crashing down to the earth's surface. The winds begin to pick up as it starts to pour and people outside everywhere run inside for shelter.
The trees and flowers surrounding the hospital start to wilt as well. Leaves falling from the branches of trees and turning brown once they hit the ground. Even the grass surrounding the hospital was turning from it's bright green to a brown at a rapid pace.
Yvette and Bartholmieu lookup, hearing the weather outside and look at each other in fear. Nature was angry and it was dying all at once. They look over at Isabeau's body as the doctors work around her.
In the end, Isabeau wasn't strong enough to fight. She lost her own battle.
Isabeau stands at the edge of the lake in her backyard, her pants legs rolled up as her feet were submerged in the water.
She looks out to the lake blankly, sighing to herself, "So… I guess I ended up in heaven, huh?" Isabeau asks herself.
Isabeau scoffs, picking up a rock and throws it. She watches it skip across the lake with ease before sinking into the water, "Thought I would end up in hell for what I've done…"
She turns and steps out of the water, walking up to a house that was similar to her parents, but much bigger. She walks through the back door and enters the house. They're were books scattered everywhere, plants hanging from the ceiling and the sound of Frank Sinatra on record echoing throughout the house.
Isabeau smiles softly, walking into the living room where a fire was lit, her favorite tea and dessert, green tea and cheesecake, was placed on the table.
She glances over at the front door and furrows her brow when she sees a small golden plaque over the front door. She walks over to it, squinting at it. It read 'Isabeau Fitzgerald MacLeod' at the top and right underneath her name were two others.
'Sam and Dean Winchester'.
Isabeau huffs out a laugh in disbelief. The three of them share a heaven together. Her mother always told her that there were special cases in heaven, that soulmates shared the same heaven. Isabeau always thought it was some cheesy thing that her mother read from a romance novel and teased about it.
"I expected nothing less from you."
Isabeau turns at the sound of a man's voice, but then shields her eyes from light that surrounded the man. "Dude, turn down the brights. I almost went blind."
The man chuckles, "Sorry, but I can't 'turn down the brights'. Just close your eyes."
Isabeau hesitates and closes her eyes, turning back towards the man, seeing nothing, "Seriously? Couldn't have given me sunglasses or something?"
The man chuckles once again, walking closer to Isabeau, "Pretty clever idea, I'll have to remember that."
She felt the man's hands touch her shoulders. She tilts her head at his touch, "Who are you?"
"I can't tell you that."
Isabeau scoffs, "Well that's comforting."
"Isabeau… you're not supposed to be here." The man says.
Isabeau sighs, "I knew it. I belong in hell, don't I?"
The man pauses, "No, you don't. You're not a bad person Isabeau, you've done good and you've touched the hearts of many. Even those who do evil would turn the tide for you. You're special… my little miracle."
Isabeau furrows her brow, eyes still closed, "...Little miracle?" She's heard that somewhere.
The man chuckles, "Yes… my little miracle. And my little miracle still has work to do. This was merely a minor set back, a bump in the road if you will."
The man reaches up and cups Isabeau's cheeks, "Cause without you in the world, my little miracle, everything will end."
He leans his head down and places a loving kiss on her forehead, "Go and be my little miracle."
The doctor glances over Isabeau's family in the hallway, shaking his head at their sorrow. The family and Sam and Dean were stuck to their spots. Isabeau's parents cried as they held onto each other and their children.
Sam and Dean still had their heads bowed, tears falling effortlessly onto the hospital floor. The brothers couldn't even look at each other. They didn't even know if they had the strength to stand back up. They just lost their best friend; the woman they've loved for years.
The doctor pulls up the white bed sheets to cover Isabeau's face. Just as he's about to let go, Isabeau sits up in the bed with a strangled gasp, and begins to cough loudly.
Everyone freezes, staring at Isabeau as she pulls the sheet away from her. She takes a few deep breaths, trying to get air back in her lungs.
Sam and Dean get up from their spot frantically; Isabeau's parents and brothers follow the two of them into the room to stand at the foot of Isabeau's bed.
Once she is able to breath normally, she looks slowly before setting her gaze on her family and boyfriends. She stares at them, confused at why they're looking at her like they've seen a ghost, "What? Is there something on my face?" She asks, touching her face softly.
Sam and Dean smile in disbelief, their tears of sadness now joy. She smiles back at them, not knowing why they were so happy to see her and why they were crying.
Isabeau hears a thud behind her. She turns to see that one of the nurses fainted. Isabeau grimaces and turns back to her family, "Geesh, I didn't know I was that ugly." She jokes with a small laugh.
"Izzy!" Her three brothers suddenly shout out, climbing onto the bed and all of them hugging her at once.
"Ow! Ow! Easy! Watch the hair. What's up with you guys?" Isabeau asks with a chuckle as her brothers climb all over her. She looks over at her parents who are smiling at her.
"Seriously, what's going on?"
Unknown to everyone in the room, the flowers in the hospital, come back to live, their petals regrowing and their color returning.
Outside the thunder, lightning and rain stop and go away like it was never there in the first place.
The brown leaves turn back to green and float their way back up to their branches on the trees, the grass turns back to bright green and the flowers regrow as well.
Nature was at peace.
Isabeau looks up as the doctor explains what he found after looking her over, "Everything appears to be normal. All your vital organs are functioning the way they should…" The doctor looks at the papers and glances at Isabeau's family, and Sam and Dean.
"I'm very sorry for all the confusion we've caused all of you. It seemed for certain that Isabeau was…" The family stares at him waiting for him to continue. "Well, she seems healthy and she's ready to leave once we sign a few discharge papers."
Isabeau nods, running her fingers through Dion's hair. Dion was sitting in her lap as Alphonse and Eugene were sitting next to her; Alphonse on her right and Eugene on her left. "Thank you, doctor."
The doctor gives them all a smile and shakes his head as he walks out the door. Isabeau chuckles, "I think I just made him question everything he knows about the medical field."
Bartholmieu and Yvette chuckle as Dean and Sam smile at her from their spot at the foot of her bed.
Bartholmieu reaches over and strokes his daughter's hair, "Do you remember anything?"
Isabeau furrows her brow, playing with her rosary that was in her other hand. "I…" She trails off, snippets of the past days coming back to her. She blinks as she pieces all of them together.
"Yellow-eyes…" She looks up at Sam and Dean who glance down. Yvette and Bartholmieu share a knowing look. "He tried to kill me… well he did… I guess."
Isabeau pauses, looking up at Dean, "Dean… you were dying. And, uh, a reaper was after you."
Sam and Dean look up at her in surprise. "You remember that?" Sam asks.
Isabeau shrugs, "Bits and pieces. I was really only there once to help Dean and another when John came into my room."
Isabeau looks around, not seeing him anywhere, "Where is John?"
Everyone stays silent. Bartholmieu smiles weakly at his sons, "Come on, lads. Let's leave them be for a while."
The boys groan as they're pulled away from Isabeau and are taken out the door by her parents, leaving just her, Sam and Dean in the room.
Isabeau sighs, staring at the door, "So tell-" Isabeau is cut off as Sam fervently kisses Isabeau. She moans out as Sam pulls her close, "Sam, easy." She pants out.
"I thought… I thought we lost you." Sam confesses, tears pooling in his eyes. He thought he cried all he could today, but he still had more tears left in him.
Isabeau smiles sadly, "Hey, I'm here, Stretch. I'm not going anywhere." She looks over at Dean, a lone tear falls from his eye.
Isabeau holds her hand out to him, "Come here, Dearie." Dean's face contorts in pain, pulling Isabeau away from Sam, and basically engulfing her in his arms.
Isabeau closes her eyes as he cries quietly in her shoulder, "Shh, I'm here. I'm fine."
Sam watches on with a sincere smile. Isabeau was truly everything they wanted and needed. How lucky they were.
Isabeau pulls away slightly, wiping away the tears on Dean's cheeks, "What-" Once again she was cut off by Dean's lips as they parted hers. Isabeau hums contently as their lips meet again and again.
Isabeau hums once again, pulling away from Dean's desperate lips. She presses a finger to them, taking a breath. "Damn, you boys are giving me a run for my money." Sam shakes his head with a smile as Dean playfully rolls his eyes.
Isabeau slowly climbs out of bed, holding up a hand to stop Sam and Dean in their tracks who were ready to help her at a moment's notice, "Ah! I got it from here boys. I just need to get to my bag and change."
She looks down at the hospital wear with a grimace once she stands, "Yeah, I'll take dried bloody clothes over these." She starts walking over to her bag, "So, where's John? You've been avoiding the question."
Sam and Dean glance at each other. "He's dead." Sam simply says.
Isabeau freezes and turns to them in shock, "What?" She whispers out in disbelief.
Dean nods, "This morning. We haven't burned him yet. We were waiting until you woke up."
Isabeau blinks, nodding, "I'm… I'm sorry."
Sam shakes his head at Isabeau, "You couldn't have done anything, Isabeau. It happened so suddenly."
Isabeau turns back to her bag, pulling out her clothes from the accident, "He… he came to me in my room. He told me to… you asked me to do everything that I always do. Protect the two of you, love you both."
Isabeau sighs, "He said that he was sorry he couldn't save me."
Dean stares at her back, "What did he mean by that?"
Isabeau shakes her head, "I don't know." She pulls off her hospital t-shirt.
"Holy shit." Dean exclaims. Isabeau jumps, turning to them, "What? What?!"
Sam gets up from his spot with Dean and walks over to Isabeau and touches her left side, "Isabeau… you didn't have this before."
Isabeau looks down and her eyes widen at the large tattoo of a black mamba taking up the left side of her torso, "What the hell?"
Dean catches a glimpse at her left arm and snatches it, "You didn't have this either." He points out the small tattoo of a single white lily. Isabeau looks down at it in confusion. White lilies were her favorite.
"Okay, did someone, like decide to have a field day on my body?" Isabeau asks, tracing over the snake tattoo once more. A black mamba… Uncle C. Isabeau huffs and shakes her head, "We'll figure it out later. Right now…" She pulls on her shirt with dried blood, "... I wanna get out of here."
Isabeau waves to her family as they pull out of the hospital parking lot. She lets her hand fall as they disappear from her sight. She fiddles with the keys in her hand that belonged to her sweetheart; her black 1958 Chevrolet impala convertible. She stares forward, thinking to herself.
"Hey." Sam comes up beside her, placing an arm around her waist. Dean comes up behind her as well, on her other side, taking the hand that had her rosary wrapped around it.
"Things will never be the same, will they?" Isabeau asks aloud.
Dean sighs, "When have they ever been?"
Isabeau nods, "Well, for now, I'm driving."
How'd I do? Yes, this is officially the third time Isabeau cheats death. Though she only has died twice and then came back. I hope you guys have enjoyed the first three chapters of 'Till Death Do Us Part'. I am very excited for writing this season. Also, what are your theories on Isabeau's mysterious white lily tattoo? Black mamba of course if a small gift from Uncle C, but I'm curious to know what you guys think about her other one. Also any guesses on what John whispers in her ear? (I feel like I made it too obvious so I feel like all you smart, beautiful people will get it in no time flat.)
Hope you enjoyed!