"You okay, Cas?" Jamie got down on her knees beside the fallen angel, who lay resigned on the floor where her brother had left him.

Cas closed and opened his eyes a few times before painfully sitting up. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, signing before looking over at her. "Jamie?" He stared at her and then down to the newborn in her arms. "You had a baby." He looked alarmed, moving closer to her and reaching out towards the bundle in her arms with one hand, and for her with the other. "And you've lost a lot of blood."

Jamie chuckled softly. "Cas." She moved away from his touch.

"No. Let me heal you." He pressed his fingers into her forehead. "There." She blinked, the dizziness and weakness leaving her. Instantly she felt stronger and sat a little straighter.

"What about you?" She reached up and cupped his cheek, looking at the bruises.

"I'll heal." He assured her. "May I?" His hand was ghosting over the blanket that covered her son.

"Yeah." She slowly listed the blanket away from her son's face, moving in closer to Cas. The angel stroked the baby's face with the back of his hand before placing a finger to his forehead. "How is he?"

"He's fine." There was a look in Cas's eyes, his lips pressed into a slight frown. "Jamie…who is his father?"

"I…He was just…" She coughed, clearing her throat. She closed her eyes and shook her head before gathering the courage to look at him again. "Why?"

"There's something…different." Cas said the word with a resigned sigh. "About your son." He looked over at her and their eyes met. He knew. She could see it. He knew who sired her son. She swallowed hard.

"Please, Castiel. Don't say anything. Please."

"I won't, but…How?"

"I don't know. He was just…he just was there. I was drunk and…He was just there."

Cas sighed softly, frowning as he looked at her son for a long moment and then back to her. "What's his name?"

"Michael." Cas's eyes went wide with concern. "I know, but…it's all that fits. Michael Henry Winchester. Micah."

"Cas? Dean?" Sam was back. Jamie and Cas both looked up as Sam came into the room. He took one look at things and then rushed over to them. "Jamie?! Oh my god. What…what?" He saw her son, his nephew, and concern turned to fear.

"I'm fine, Sam. And Cas is okay too." She looked down, swallowing hard, and then met her twin's gaze. "Um…a lot went down." It was hard to conceal the pain in her voice.

"I don't care about that right now." Sam got down beside her, putting on hand on her shoulder and the other under her arm that held her son. "You…you had a baby?" He looked from her to Cas, and then back to her.

"I couldn't tell you. I'm sorry. I just…I wanted to get on with my life, for Mark and Emmy, and…and now Micah."

"Micah." Sam looked down at the baby, who opened his eyes and whimpered softly. "Oh." He breathed softly. "He looks like Dad." He chuckled softly and then pulled Jamie into a hug. "Okay, tell me what happened?" He saw the blood, and the bodies. "Where's Dean?"

"Do you want me to go get Mark and Emmy?" It was much later. Nearly dawn. Sam was cleaning. He needed to be alone. Jamie and Cas were talking quietly in the library, Micah asleep in her arms.

"No. I need to go. I only came back to help Sam get the Mark off…but…after everything, I don't…I can't…" She sighed. "I'm so conflicted Castiel. I've been for years now."

Cas frowned, listening to her. She moved her hair back from her face and swallowed hard. "Ever since AJ died, I've either been running towards my brothers, or away from them. And I've never been strong enough to choose one or the other. Except for maybe when Lucifer was loose. I told you that when we were hunting together. When you were helping me with my powers. You'd go to help Dean and you'd ask if I wanted to come. And I usually always had an excuse. And when I had Mark and then Emmy…they became my excuse. Everything that's happened. I wish…I wish I could make it so that I never found Dean and Sam. I don't belong here, Cas. I don't belong with them. Maybe I did, once, but when Dad sent me away…" She wiped tears out of her eyes with an impatient hand.

"Jamie?" Cas's voice was soft as he reached out and touched her arm.

"No. It's not for me, Cas. This life. I need to be a mother now. I can't keep doing this. Saving one brother just to lose the other. It…it…it's exhausting. When Dean died, I was done. I was finally strong enough to make a choice. And I made it. And…I…I am going to stick with it. I'm going back to my kids. Heaven and hell can't change my mind now. Sam will figure out how to save Dean. You…you Cas, will figure out how to save Dean."

She got up and headed into the other room, where Sam was cleaning. He had found Dean's photos of their mother. "Hey." He said softly, hearing her come in. "You leaving?"

"Yeah." She replied quietly.

He got up and walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. "Take care of yourself, Jamie. Live. Please just live." He pulled back, holding her face in his hands. "That's all Dean and I ever wanted for you."

"I will always be your sister." She breathed, quietly. Sam smirked a little and then pulled her into one last hug, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, Sam."

Driving home is hard. She cries. For miles at a time, she cries. This is the end. This is how her story with her brothers ends. There is no next chapter of Supernatural. Not for her. Not for Jamie Cameron Winchester.

It will be whispered that Sam and Dean had a sister, but they'll never know who she was, or how her story ultimately ended. It will be forgotten that she had powers same as Sam, but hers never faded. She lost her soulmate to the demon who killed her brother. She was a Prophetess, the Voice crying out in the desert. She once had angel grace, thrust on her and then ripped from her, so that for a short time she lead an army. She bore three children, the eldest the son of her brother's angel, the middle her brother's daughter, the youngest a product of a mystery unsolved. She was a vampire slayer. She was an exorcist. She was a hunter. She was John's daughter. But most importantly, she lived.