"Bad Moon Rising" is still playing on the radio, the Impala is wrecked to hell. The demon-possessing-a-truck-driver steps out of his truck and walks over. John and Dean are both unconscious. Jamie twitches, her eyes open slowly. Sam swallows, barely awake. The demon pulls the driver's side door off its hinges to reveal Sam pointing the Colt at him. "Back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to God." He says.

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else." The demon says.

Sam cocks the gun. "You wanna bet?" He dares on the demon. It smiles; the black demon-ichor pours out of the man, who collapses. Sam uncocks the gun, drops his head back in relief.

Man looks around in shock. "Oh my god! Did I do this?" He asks.

Sam ignores him. "Dad?" He asks, trying to look over at his father. "Dad! Jamie? Dean? Dean!"

"I'm awake, Sammy." Jamie moans. She moves her arm a little and then gasps in pain. "Shit. Sam I can't move."

"I can…barely. How's Dean?"

"He's bad, Sammy." She whispers.

A rescue helicopter descends to the site, and all four Winchesters are being loaded onto stretchers. John and Dean are still unconscious, Sam and Jamie are awake.

"Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heartrate 95." Jamie hears the paramedic say as he loads her father into the helicopter.

Sam is hysterical "Tell me if they're okay!"

"Sammy?" Jamie calls. Her stretcher is next.

"You have to stay still!" One the paramedics says. Both Sam and Jamie ignore her.

"Why won't you tell me about my brother?" Jamie demands, but her voice is weak.

"Are they even alive?" Sam asks.

In a room, Dean sits up, works his jaw, gets out of bed. He is wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else. He goes into the hallway. "Sam? Jamie? Dad? Anybody?" He goes down the stairs to the front of the hospital and finds a nurse's station. "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, i think I was in a car accident, my dad and my brother, I just need to find them." The nurse is unresponsive. "Hello?" He snaps his fingers. "He goes back upstairs, panicked, and finds his own body on the bed, intubated and dying. His face registers nothing but shock.

A moment later though, Dean turns, relieved, seeing Sam and Jamie enter. They stop at the door and stare at their brother's body, breathing heavily. Sam's face is busted up and one of his wrists is taped. Jamie has a deep scar down the length of her face and her knee is in a brace. "Sammy! Jamie! You two look good. Considering." Dean says happy to see them.

"Oh, no." Sam whispers. He puts his arm over Jamie's shoulders. She frowns, her eyes puffy from crying.

"Man, tell me at least one of you can hear me." Dean says, looking from one sibling to the other. "How's dad? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychics. Give me some ghost whispering or something! Not even a headache?"

The doctor enters and addresses the younger Winchester siblings. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."

"Thank god." Dean and Jamie say at the same time. Dean looks at Jamie, but she doesn't look at him.

"Doc, what about our brother?" Sam asks. Jamie looks at him and then at Dean's body.

"Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." The doctor explains to him.

"Well, what can we do?"

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up."

Jamie looks up with tears in her eyes. "If?"

"I have to be honest-"

Dean starts to get pissed off when he hears the doctor's pessimistic opinion of his condition. "Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up."

"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."

"Come on, guys. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam? Jamie?" Sam takes a deep breath, rubbing his sisters shoulder. Jamie looks up and tears run down her face. After a few moments they leave and cross the hall into John's room.

"Hey guys." John is lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulls something out of his wallet. "Here. Give them my insurance."

Sam takes the card John gives him, smiling as he reads it. "Elroy McGillicutty?" Jamie wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, snickering softly.

"And two loving sons and daughter. So, what did the doctor say about Dean?" John asks, looking at them expectantly. Jamie looks away.

Sam shakes his head. "Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him." Jamie looks up at his comment, and then over to the open door, across the hall towards Dean's room.

"We'll look for someone."

"Yeah."

"But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone."

"Why not? I found that faith healer before."

"Right, that was, that was one in a million."

"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?"

"Will you two not start, please!" Jamie finally looks over at them. Sam and John both look at her and sigh.

"I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone." John finally says. He pauses. "Where's the Colt?"

"Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam's eyes are ablaze, Jamie puts her hand on her brother's chest.

"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card."

Jamie sighs in annoyance, looking from her father to her brother with irritated eyes. "It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." She says, pushing her brother back a step in an effort avoid an all out fight.

"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John tells them.

Jamie and Sam nod. "We already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."

"All right. Sam, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security. Jamie, you stay with Dean." Jamie nods, she moves towards the door.

"I think I've got it covered." Sam tells John. He gets up to leave; John stops him, picking up a sheet of paper.

"Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me."

Sam looks at the list and reads from it. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"

Jamie stops at the door. She looks back at John.

"Protection." John answers. He looks at Jamie. Jamie swallows and turns away, going back towards Dean's room.

"Protection my ass." Jamie mutters.

"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. And he called Jamie the one who got away. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"

"No, I don't." Sam leaves, shutting the door to reveal Dean, who has been leaning behind it.

"Well, you sure know something." Dean says. Jamie is standing the hallway. She leans against the doorframe to Dean's room and puts her fist in her mouth. Dean walks over and tries to put his hand on her shoulder. Afterall awhile John, in a wheelchair, rolls into Dean's room and sits near his bed. Jamie moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Dean stands nearby. "Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" He starts walking around the bed. "I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" Jamie looks in Dean's direction for a moment. Dean looks at her. "Jamie?" He pauses, hearing something. "What is that?" He goes into the hallway and a spirit whooshes past him. He jumps back. In the room Jamie shivers. John looks at her. "I take it you saw that." Dean says to Jamie.

Jamie gets up. "I'll be right back, Dad." She puts her hand on her father's shoulder and goes out into the hall where Dean is. Dean stalks the spirit down the hallways. He sees it go into a back hallway where a woman is lying on the floor, choking.

"Help! Help!" She cries. Jamie and Dean both gasp.

"Hey! I need some help in here!" They yell at the same time. Dean looks at Jamie, and Jamie looks at Dean. Jamie frowns.

"I can't... breathe!" She pants loudly, trying desperately to breathe, then goes silent. Jamie rushes over to her and tries to do something. Dean is leaning over her, looking on helplessly.

"She's dead." Jamie says quietly. She moves out of the room as a doctor and some nurses rush in. Dean follows her. "What the hell just happened?" She mutters to herself. She looks over and sees Sam coming back down the hall.

Sam stalks into John's room with a duffel bag; Jamie follows him. Dean meets them at the door and starts trying to talk to them.

"Jamie I know you heard me earlier! Sammy, tell me one of you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing."

"You're quiet, Sam." John says. Jamie looks over at her brother. Sam turns, fuming, and hurls the bag onto the bed with a crash.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

"Find out what?" Jamie automatically asks.

"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?" Jamie quickly moves between Sam and John, putting her hands up.

"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!"

"Sam.." Jamie puts her hand against Sam's chest.

Dean is watching this all play out. He moves over to Jamie's side. "No, no, no, guys, don't do this!"

"No, no, no guys, don't do this!" Jamie says at almost the same time.

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

"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!"

"Come on guys…" Dean starts to say. "Don't do this." He and Jamie say at the same time.

"Stay out of this, Jamie!" John tells her. He looks at Sam. "You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

"It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too." Sam yells back.

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now." John retaliates. That statement cuts all three Winchester siblings deeply.

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean and Jamie tell them. Jamie is holding Sam back.

"Go to hell." Sam yells.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong-"

Jamie starts breathing heavily. Dean is beyond pissed off. "I said SHUT UP!" He yells and Jamie yells it at the same time. Dean smacks a glass of water off the table and it goes flying, crashing to the floor. There's a pause. Jamie, Sam and John look at each other, confused, Dean looks stunned.

"That wasn't me." Jamie looks directly at Dean.

"Dude, Jamie, I full-on Swayze'd that mother." He tells her. And suddenly he crumples in pain, flickering. Nurses and doctors start running by in the hallway. "What is it?"

"Dean!" Jamie rushes out of the room.

John looks at Sam. "Something's going on out there." He jerks his head indicating "Go find out" to Sam.

Monitors are beeping, a doctor and some nurses are surrounding Dean, resuscitating him. "All clear."

Sam is huddling in the doorway, tears in his eyes, he's holding unto Jamie whose crying into Sam's chest. "No."

"Still no pulse."

"Okay, let's go again, 360."

"Charging."
Dean comes slowly behind Sam and Jamie. He sees a ghostly figure floating over the body lying in the bed.

"You get the hell away from me." He runs to the bed and faces the thing down, yelling. "I said get back!"

Jamie stops crying for a moment. She looks towards the bed. Sam blinks, looks confused, as if he's heard something.

Dean grabs for the spirit; he latches on momentarily before it hurls him back and then soars out of the room. The monitors slow, quiet.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm."

Dean runs into the hallway, looking for the spirit; it's vanished. "Oh my god. I'm gonna kill him." Jamie says, looking at Sam. Sam sighs in relief and pulls Jamie into the hallway, watching from there. Dean comes back, stands by them.

"Don't worry, guys. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." Sam looks over to where Dean was, confused. Jamie looks up at him and then to wear he's looking.

Dean wanders the halls. He hears a girl yelling. "Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?"

"Now what?" Dean walks over to her.

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!"

"Can you see me?" Dean asks curiously.

"Yeah."

"All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?"

"Tessa."

"Okay, good, Tessa, I'm Dean."

"What's happening to me? Am - am I dead?"

"That sort of depends."

Jamie walks over to them. "Dean?" She asks hesitatingly. "Dean are you here?"

"Jamie? Can you hear me?" Dean looks at her.

"Whose she?" Tessa asks.

"My sister-"

"Jamie." Jamie answers, looking around.

"She can hear us?" Tessa looks at Dean.

"Dean, is someone with you?"

"Tessa, show me where your room is. Jamie, follow my voice. Come on." Dean instructs. They walk down the hall stand outside a room, watching what is apparently Tessa's body, hooked up to tubes and machines. A woman sits by the bed, holding her hand. Jamie is talking to her.

"I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy."

"Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications." Dean tells her.

"It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream."

"Tessa. It's not a dream."

"Then what else could it be?"

"An out of body experience." Jamie says, walking out of the room.

"What are you two, into that new agey stuff?

"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names: Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death." Dean explains to her.

"So we're going to die?" Tessa asks.

"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up." Dean says to her. Jamie looks in his direction. There's fresh tears in her eyes. Dean tries to reach out to her and his hand goes through her. Jamie shivers. Dean frowns and they start walking down the hallway. After awhile Dean turns to Tessa. "I gotta say, I'm impressed."

"With what?"

"With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me."

"Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing."

"So you're okay with dying?"

"No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen's gonna happen. It's out of my control, it's fate."

"Fate's crap." Jamie says from behind them. "Dean I can hear you better, by the way. I just wish I could see you."

"Well, you're right behind me, Jace. Anyway, she's right that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting, no matter what."

Suddenly there's a PA announcement. "Room 237, code blue. Dr. Kripke to room 237, code blue." Dean starts looking around.

"Where are you going?" Tess asks.

"Going?" Jamie echos.

"Just wait here. Jamie, come on." Dean runs down the hallway to another room in crisis. Jamie runs after him. "This way!" The same spirit is hovering over a little girl, who is being resuscitated. It reaches a hand into her face. "Get away from her!" He lunges at the spirit, which vanishes. The nurses stop resuscitation.

"All right, let's call it."

"Time of death, five eleven p.m."

"At least she's not suffering anymore."

Dean looks stunned. Jamie looks at him. "Dean, what's going on?" She whispers.

"I think…I think I just saw the reaper."

"Death?" Jamie asks, as she and Dean walk back to his room. Dean frowns as they walk inside. Sam enters the room quietly, clutching a brown paper bag in his arms. "Hey Sam."

"Hey Jamie."

"Can you hear Dean yet?"

"I can feel him, I think. I got something to help."

"Okay. He's here, you two should talk. I'm gonna go check on Dad." Jamie glances back around the room and then walks across the hall.

"Alright. Hi Dean. Don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk."Sam pulls out a box labeled "Mystical Talking Board". Dean is now behind him, arms folded.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Sam circles around the bed and sits cross legged on the floor. He opens the box and pulls out the board.

"I guess you can hear me, right?"

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Dean sits opposite Sam in front of the board. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work. We need Jamie." Sam has his hands poised on the pointer. Dean places his fingers on it and slowly, concentrating. He slides it to "YES" on the board. Sam gasps.

"I'll be damned."

Sam laughs in relief. "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean."

"Damn straight."

Dean places his fingers on the pointer again and starts sliding it.

"Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?"

The pointer slides back to "YES"

"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?"

"One question at a time, dude."

"What is it?"

The pointer slides again during the following, to R, E, A, P.

"I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up."

"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" The pointer slides to YES. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it."

"Yeah, you can't kill death."

"Man, you're, um…"

"I'm screwed, Sam."

"No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." Sam stands, pacing. "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do." He goes into John's room. The bed is empty. Jamie is sitting on it with John's journal. "Where's dad?"

"I don't know. But I do know Dean is in serious trouble if we don't find a way to help him." Jamie gets up and she and Sam go back into Dean's room with the journal.

"Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam sits down on the edge of Dean's bed. Jamie stands beside him.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know." Jamie answers. Sam looks at her. "Ignore me." She tells him.

"Anyway, we got Dad's journal." Sam flips open the journal and leafs through it. Jamie stares at Dean's unconscious form. Dean comes to stand next to Jamie.

"Thanks for not giving up on me, guys."

"You're welcome." Jamie tells him. Sam turns to a page that says "Reapers", Dean leans over and reads something. His eyes go wide.

"Son of a bitch." He leaves, stalking down the hallway.

"Dean?" Jamie calls after him.

"What happened? Did he leave?" Sam looks at her.

Dean walks into an empty room. Tessa is sitting on the edge of the bed. She's dressed differently. "Hi, Dean."

"You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, a, a pretty girl. You're much prettier than the last reaper I met."

"I was wondering when you would figure it out."

"I should have known. That whole "accepting fate" rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out. My little sister had a whole conversation with something that didn't exist."

"It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want. Your sister is a powerful psychic, so I manipulated her to help convince you."

"What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?"

"You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me."

"Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?"

"How death is nothing to fear." she touches his cheek. "It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already."

"Dean?" Jamie stands in the doorway to the room.

Sam is standing on the window side of Dean's bed, hands in his pockets. Dean is not there. "Dean, I know Jamie said you weren't here, but…" He looks around. "I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with dad, we'll kill each other, you know that, even if Jamie sticks around." He pauses. "Dean, you've got to hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be a family again. Can you hear me?"

Dean is staring out a dark window. Jamie is standing beside him. "Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but... you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break."

"Stage three: bargaining."

"I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war, and they need me."

"The fight's over."

"The fight is never over." Jamie says, looking around blindly.

"No, it isn't." He tries to put his hand on Jamie's back.

"It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them."

"My brother. My sister. They could die without me."

"Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death."

"I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway."

"That's funny. You're very cute."

"There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with yo, I don't care what you do."

"Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent."

Jamie's eyes widen. "Dean…" She looks over at him, even though she can't see him.

"What are you saying?"

"Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt."

"Oh my god." Jamie whispers. "Dean…I don't want you to go, but you can't…please that would kill Sam and I."

Dean looks at her and then goes to sit on the bed, Tessa stands behind him. She strokes his hair tenderly. "It's time to put the pain behind you."

"And go where?"

"Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?"

Jamie walks over and kneels down on the floor. She closes her eyes and puts her hand up. Dean looks at her and he puts his hand against hers. For a moment they can feel each other. Just then the lights start flickering, a familiar buzzing starts. Jamie pulls away. "Dean what's going on?"

"What are you doing that for?" Dean yells at Tessa.

"I'm not doing it." They all turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon ichor pour out of it.

"What the hell?"

"Dean!" Jamie can't see it.

"You can't do this! Get away!"

"Jamie, run. Go back to my room!" Dean pushes his sister away. Jamie moves away and runs down the hall. "What's happening?"

Tessa screams as the demon flows into her mouth. She turns, eyes glowing yellow. "Today's your lucky day, kid." She places a hand on Dean's forehead; he convulses.

Sam is still sitting on the bed as Dean gasps, waking suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat. Jamie runs in, breathing heavily. Her eyes widen when she sees Dean start to wake up.

"Dean?" Sam asks. He yells into the hallway. "Help! I need help!" Jamie hurries over and grabs Dean's hand.

Not long afterward, Dean is sitting up in bed with the tube out. Jamie is sitting in the bed with him, and Sam in sitting on the edge. "I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." The doctor says to them.

"Thanks, doc." Dean nods to him. The doctor leaves; Dean turns to Jamie and Sam. "So you said a Reaper was after me?"

"Yeah." Jamie says. Sam nods.

"How'd I ditch it?"

"I don't know. Something weird happened." Jamie tells him, snuggling into his shoulder.

"Yeah, you got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?" Sam asks.

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Guys, something's wrong." Jamie looks up. She looks from Dean to Sam. There's a knock at the door; John hovers in the doorway.

"How you feeling, dude?" He asks.

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matters."

"Yeah it is." Jamie agrees, holding unto her big brother.

Sam however gets angry, remembering John was gone. "Where were you last night?"

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Sammy…"Jamie says softly, looking at him.

"Come on, Sam." Dean tells him.

"Did you go after the demon?"

"No."

Dean and Jamie look at each other and sigh, shaking his heads.

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam tells John, accusingly.

John stops and there is a pleading in his voice. "Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

Sam is taken aback. Jamie and Dean are as well. "Dad, are you all right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam leaves, still frowning. John looks after him sadly. He walks over to the bed where Jamie is laying next to Dean. He reaches out and strokes her hair.

"Why'd you dye your hair?" He asks softly.

"What?" Jamie asks, looking a little confused.

"I liked it the color it was."

"It wasn't Mom's color, if that's what you're getting at." Jamie says softly, looking up at him.

"Jamie…I know…I know I did the wrong thing abandoning you like I did. But I was just so scared. Every day you'd look more and more like your mom, and I couldn't take it anymore. This life…you looking just like Mary. I just wanted to protect you." He reaches out and puts his fingers on the silver hunter's charm bracelet Jamie is wearing. "I know now that your brother here could have protected you. I robbed him and Sam of their sister."

"Dad, like you said. You were just trying to protect me. But you have to understand, this is who I am." John reaches out and hugs her. John pulls back and looks at Dean.

"What is it?" Dean asks.

"You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say "It's okay, Dad" He pauses. "Dean, I'm sorry."

"What?"

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Jamie, of Sammy, and you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you." John tells him.

Dean grabs Jamie's hand, holding her close to him. "This really you talking?" he asks John.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me."

"Daddy…what's wrong?" Jamie finally asks.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean echos.

John puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay. And Jamie. Both of you watch out for each other."

"Daddy?" Jamie's eyes get cloudy.

"Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean tells him.

"Don't be scared, Dean."

"Dad." Jamie starts to say.

John leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing. Jamie looks at John and starts to cry. John leaves, and Dean stares after him. "Jamie what's going on?" He looks down at his sister.

"Oh my god."

Sam walks back to the room carrying a cup of coffee. He looks into a room and sees John on the floor. "Dad?" Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him and screaming for help. Jamie almost falls out of the bed, Dean follows after her.

Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt resuscitation, this time on John. Dean and Sam hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out.

"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad! " Dean pleads. "Come on."

"Okay, stop compressions."

"Come on, come on." Dean begs.

"Dad no, Dad." Jamie closes her eyes, gasping and sobbing. She's held fast between Dean and Sam. "Oh God." She cries out.

"Still no pulse."

"Okay, that's it everybody. I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am."