Title: I Found You Here, Now Please Just Stay For Awhile/ I Can Move On With You Around

Author: BlazeorFade

Rating: T

Summary: AU. Two years after Season two takes place. Dean meets a beautiful stranger at a cemetery.

Disclaimer: As usual, Jack is mine everyone else is someone else's.

Dean looked down at his brother's final resting place. He hadn't been there at all in the weeks since he died. The cold grey stone mocked him, telling him he'd failed. The tears that wouldn't come for his father years before came for Sam now.

They weren't the only ones fighting the demon when the time came, but they were on the front lines. Hunters, psychics, kids like Sam had all faced that thing and its children head on. Dean had looked away for barely a second and Sam was gone. Just like that his only family snuffed out. No last words, no final goodbye, just alive one second, dead the next.

Dean's knees buckled under him and he fell to the ground sobbing. Everything was wrong. He was supposed to be the one to die. Sam was supposed to bury him and then move on to a better life, the life he deserved. Dean wrapped his arms around the stone, shuddering and gasping on a lifetime of loss and pain. The hand on his shoulder startled him. Dean looked up as a shadow fell over him and into a pair of sad, dark eyes. He thought he recognized the woman who was kneeling down next to him.

"You're Dean, right?" She asked. Dean nodded listlessly. The girl's face was cut and stitched back up with a crappy home done stitch job. She had bruises and looked exhausted and war torn. The way all the survivors looked.

Dean recognized her now. He didn't know her name but he'd seen her. One of the ones like Sam who'd gathered to fight the demon. She fired the shot that helped Sammy get close enough to kill it and get himself killed at the same time.

"He saved my life." She said her eyes filling. She pressed a hand over the cool headstone. Dean grabbed her wrist and held on tight. He didn't want anyone touching his brother's grave.

"I'm sorry." She choked, not talking about the silent rule she broke by laying her hand on the marble.

Dean squeezed her hand a little and pulled her hard against him. He held on to the stranger and buried his face in her shoulder. She went stiff for a second before putting her arms around the desperate man. She rocked him back and forth, a bit awkwardly at first but soon the motion soothed Dean into a kind of calm.

"Stay." Dean said without really knowing why. He couldn't bear the thought of being alone and she felt good and warm against him.

"Okay." She promised against the top of his head. Dean nodded and pulled back a little noticing he'd soaked her shirt through with tears. He opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out. His eyes flicked from hers to her shirt front trying to telegraph the words. She sniffled and nodded. Her eyes were red rimmed and Dean tried to figure out why. No one had ever held back tears for him before, no one had ever tried to be strong just for him. It startled him to see.

"I'm Jack." She whispered. Dean nodded clasping her hand in his. He didn't want to let go. She waited patiently while he fought through the emotional turmoil of saying goodbye one last time.

Dean brushed his finger tips over Sam's name and forced himself to stand using Jack to balance his weight. He pulled lightly on her hand and she walked with him through the graveyard to the Impala. He had no idea what to do now. He had no plan. In truth Dean had never expected to live to see thirty, but it felt like a disgrace to let himself die from despair after his brother had given his life to save so many. Dean glanced at the woman at his side.

Maybe he could move on with her around.

-Fin