Phoebe sat on the cold dirty cell floor unsure of where she was. She sat with Jack's head on her knee.
"Come on Jack, hang on, sweetie"
Since the crash Jack had received no medical attention, Phoebe's hand stroked his forehead but he was hardly conscious enough to feel it. The demon guard came round and peered in to the cell.
"Is he not dead yet?" He said with a grin on his face.
Phoebe replied with a few choice words and the guard carried on, laughing under his breath. Phoebe suddenly heard the all too familiar, moaning sound, that sound had accompanied her journey to this place. She saw the demons appear inside the cell and Piper was thrown to the floor as soon as the noise ceased. She groaned and looked up at her younger sister.
"Hey Pheebs. Looks like it's down to Prue and Dean to save us then"
"I guess so" Phoebe said grimly
"How's he doing?" She said, referring to Jack.
"Not good, I don't think he's going to be with us for much longer, Piper"
Piper hauled herself to her feet and sighed with despair. Prue and Dean were the only ones left.

Dean stayed with Sam in the hospital for three hours before realizing that he probably should go to the house and help Prue if he had any chance of saving Jack, Phoebe and Piper. He somehow knew that Jack was not in a good way. He looked around the parking lot of the hospital, it was strangely silent, not a soul was around, it was dark, the time was quarter to ten at night. He wandered slowly towards Prue's car. He suddenly was brought to his senses when a human voice in the darkness said his name.
"Dad?" he said
"Yes son, it's me" Said John Winchester emotionally.

He emerged from the shadows and embraced his son.

Back in the cell, Jack felt his consciousness returning to him but the pain he felt was all gone. He could hear two female voices.
"Jack Winchester, don't you go, don't you die" Said Piper
It was too late and Jack knew it. He wondered why he was still in the prison cell, looking down at his own lifeless body, he wondered where the bright light was, then he was left wondering no longer when he suddenly found himself drifting, he drifted away and found himself standing in front of Prue's car hearing Dean's and John's voices shouting at each other he could feel the anger radiating off of both of them.
"It's your fault, you're the oldest you were supposed to take care of them"
"Dad, how the hell can you say that, you're our father I was under the illusion that was your job!" said Dean "And what about Jack, you're hardly perfect, you didn't even tell us that Jack existed!"
John's temper got the better of him and his fist connected hard with Dean's eye.
"Dean...I...I" He said, realizing what he had just done.

Dean suddenly gasped and all the breath was taken from him as he felt a sharp pain in his back and fell forwards being caught in John's arms.
"Dean!? What's wrong?" Said an alarmed John.

Jack stood watching this whole scene play out in front of him frustrated at how powerless he was to stop it. John discovered a spiked round object protruding from Dean's lower back. He pulled it out tenderly and sniffed it, he was filled with dread when he realised it had been tipped with poison. Tears began to stream down John's face; he picked Dean up in his arms and sat him in the car.
"We're going to the Halliwell's, they told me you were here, Prue will help you ok, you stay with me, son." said John.
Looking at his older brother's pale complexion and seeing that all the expression had gone from his eyes, Jack knew that Dean was dead.

Not you as well, it can't be!" Said Dean as he found himself standing in the parking lot again with Jack.
"Yes, I'm dead" Replied Jack "Dean, I didn't mean to crash the car, something else was controlling it. We'll deal with it somehow, Jack, and we'll kill whatever evil put us here" Said Dean, still numb with the revelation that him and his little brother was dead.
"I know" He sighed "You know we're grounded spirits don't you?"
"Course I do, I'm dead not stupid" Snapped Dean
"There must be something else we're still here to do, otherwise surely we would have moved on" Observed Jack.

John burst through the door with Dean lying limp in his arms.
"Help!" he yelled
He lay Dean on the floor, Prue ran through and immediately felt for Dean's pulse. She felt dread, at the prospect that she was now totally alone and the fact that John was still convinced that his son could be saved, that he was still alive.
"John, he's gone, the weapon was from a demonic assassin, they very rarely fail" She said softly, trying to console him.
"No" he said tears flowing freely down his face

"Dean, I am so sorry" He said stoking the now bruising eye where he punched him. Guilt had overcome him and he fell apart with grief and guilt.
"You can't be gone...no...no!"

"So I guess you saw the argument between me and Dad, huh" Said Dean
"Yep" Said Jack absently, he wasn't really listening, instead he was thinking about their situation "I am telling you Dean I am really not thinking we are meant to be dead"
"You're right Jack" Said the voice of Mary Winchester, sounding very distant
"Mom?" Said Dean incredulously
I haven't got long here boys, I'm just here to tell you, this is not permanent I promise, you will be able to carry on with your lives, sweethearts, it's not your time" She reassured them "I love you both so much" She said before fading away.

Dean reached a hand out to touch his mother as she was leaving them, but it was too late and she was gone.
"I told you didn't I" said Jack smugly and with a grin on his face.
"Alright then smart arse, we just got to go and find out how we bring ourselves back to life, any ideas, bright one?"
"Maybe" said Jack "We got to kill the demon first"
"How the hell are we going to do that?" Unless you forgot. WE ARE DEAD" shouted Dean
"Dean, will you shut up about that for a second, you're panicing and it's not like you! Now listen...here is what we are going to do..." As always Jack's remained calm in the most awful of situations.