I don't own anything about Supernatural except my OC character Annie from my previous story Sanctuary. This is from her POV.
Bobby Said
I got a phone call last night.
From Bobby.
Bobby said that John and the boys met up with the demon that killed Mary and Jess.
Bobby said that John and the boys had been in a car crash that the demon had caused.
Bobby said that John and Sammy had come out of the car crash banged up, but they were doing well.
Bobby said that Dean had been worse off – he had been in a coma, but woke up and was doing fine now.
Bobby cried when he told me that John was dead.
John Winchester is dead.
I'll never hear that old truck of his come up the drive to my farmhouse and hear him yelling "Annie" as he opened my screen door.
I'll never hear him whisper my name after we've made love, holding me close in his arms as we fall asleep.
I'll never be able to tell him how much I love him – that has been something that we've never discussed. The future was something that neither of us ever brought up. Because for us there was always the possibility that there would be no future.
And I'll never be able to tell him about the consequences of our love.
But Dean and Sam will find out about those consequences.
Why? Because I will tell them. About what love can bring. And leave behind.