Dean dumped the pile of books on the bed and started to sort through them. Sam grabbed the first one labeled simply "Supernatural" and flipped through it without thinking. Suddenly, right at the end of the book, the words on the page caught his eye.

Sam leaned back on the bed, content to be back and wondering to where Jess had run off. Then, he felt a tickle on his forehead. He twitched, thinking it was a feather or something, and then he felt another. He opened his eyes, curious as to the source of the tickle when he saw her. Jess was on the ceiling, sprawled wide, he hair flared about, her mouth wide in a scream, and a huge gash of blood across her gut. Sam's heart and stomach sank in unison …

Sam quickly dropped the book, the same feeling coming back in his memory making him feel almost sick to his stomach for a moment. Suddenly, Sam felt a hand grip his own, and the terrible sensations began to fade away. He looked to his side to see Jen beside him.

"So, what's with all the books/?" Jen asked quickly, still holding Sam's hand.

Sam quickly cleared his throat and blinked his eyes, pulling his composure together. Dean responded.

"Apparently, somebody has been writing books about our lives."

"Interesting."

Dean huffed. "That's one word for it." Dean started picking up books and chucking them at Sam. "You should look through some of these."

Sam finally snapped fully out of his nostalgic break and let Jen's hand go to grab the books. He read some of the titles. "Bugs. Hookman. Born Under a Bad Sign. Sounds crazy."

Dean picked up a book. "All Hell Breaks Loose." He read as he flipped the book over and read the jacket. For a moment Dean froze in place and his face went slightly pale. "Fuck that one."

Sam turned to Dean, and by the time he had, Jen was already beside Dean, whispering something to him. Sam picked up the book. It didn't take long to understand Dean's reaction. The jacket read:

For years, no one had known what the yellow-eyed demon had in store for his special children, but now it was clear: it was a fight to the death. Unfortunately, this was a fight Sam was destined to lose.

Sam looked over at Dean again, but he was already leafing through other books. He tossed one over on his bag and then another toward Sam.

As the pile dwindled to nearly nothing, Sam's eyes caught another book called "No Rest for the Wicked" which is picked up and read only the first few words of before he dropped it on the floor.

Dean's deal is finally due, and there seems to be no way out this time.

Dean looked over at Sam confused. Sam shook his head. "Not that one," and then Sam turned away, taking a few steps off to the side. Tears built up in Sam's eyes, and he tried to blink them back. He hated that. Dean was here, alive; this shouldn't bother him this much still.

"It's okay, Sam." Jen appeared in front of Sam, looking up at him carefully.

"I'm not sure I want to read any of these," Sam was thinking about all the terrible things that had happened to him and quickly realizing that reliving any of them wasn't on his list of fun things to do.

Jen reached up and put her arms around Sam in a hug, and he gave her a squeeze in return. She whispered in his ear. "I'm sure you can find useful information on the internet as well."

The two let go, and Sam nodded, feeling significantly better than before. "Yeah, yeah, I'll find out what I can about the books." Sam quickly went over to the computer and began searching.

Dean waved a book around in the air with the drawing of a large truck on it. "Route 666, I think I'll start with this one!"

Sam looked up at Jen once more. She smiled and then vanished.

Dean knew it was a bad idea, but he almost felt compelled. He had stashed the book entitled In My Time of Dying beneath his pillow earlier, and hearing Sam's steady breathing and slight snore, he pulled it out. He read the jacket again.

… and John makes the ultimate sacrifice to save his oldest son.

He flicked his flashlight on and began reading, flipping through the parts he remembered relatively quickly. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for.

John hobbled to the basement carrying the supplies Sam had brought him. He knew there was only one option to save Dean.

Tears filled Dean's eyes, but he kept reading. He had to know how it happened. A moment later, Dean felt a body beside him and an arm around his shoulders. He had figured Jen would find him. She spoke quietly to him.

"You don't have to do this, Dean."

Dean swallowed hard and kept reading. "Yes, I do."

Jen didn't try to talk him out of reading again, she just squeezed his shoulder and remained beside him. By the time Dean reached the part where he woke up from the coma, the tears in his eyes were sliding down his cheeks, and when Sam discovered John on the floor, Dean only barely stifled a sob. Still he pushed to the end of the book. He could barely read the final words, but he did. Finally, Jen carefully took the book out of his hands, and he leaned toward her wrapping his arms around her, and muffling his crying into her shirt.

After a minute or two, he pulled back and looked at Jen, eyes still full of tears. "I still miss him, Jen. I really do."

Jen brushed her hand across Dean's still wet cheek. "I think we all do, Dean."

Dean sighed and leaned back into Jen, shutting his eyes.

"Why aren't you in any of these, Jen?" Dean whispered.

"I like to keep a low profile." Jen responded. Then, she began to sing.

"Would you know my name, If I saw you in heaven …"

"Alright, Ceibhfhionn, you wanted a meeting. Hurry it up, this meat suit is freezing." Zachariah shouted to the empty mountain top.

Jen appeared slowly. "Oh, right. You have an actual physical form."

Zach rolled his eyes at the Goddess before him. "If this is just going to be a time-wasting exchange of insults, I have better things to do."

"Dean is not going to listen to you just because you throw him into alternate realities."

Zach shrugged. "I don't know. He's back on the job, so, maybe it did work."

Jen ignored the comment and continued, her eyes blazing at the Angel, though her expression was still. "Also, nice trick keeping me out of the books."

"You said it yourself: you like to keep a low profile. We can't go mixing religions now, can we." Zach smiled slyly at Jen. She was not amused.

"We may not have exactly the same goals, but I think we still both want what's best for the planet. You know that the Winchesters listen to me. Let me do my job and stop trying to manipulate them."

Now Zach stared at Jen, anger apparent on his face. "They 'listen to you' do they? Weren't you supposed to keep them out of Hell? By the time we got involved, it was too late. The first seal was broken. I think manipulation is a better option than relying on someone who isn't even allowed to save their lives."

The wind whipped up around Zachariah picking up the snow and creating a small blizzard. Jen could see that he was trying to intimidate her, show his power. Well, she could play that game as well. Jen held out her hand and pulled the snow from Zach's miniature storm tight together in her hand in a snowball.

"I'm not powerless, but we do believe that free will is more important than choosing outcomes."

"Free will is an illusion."

"Your Bible suggests otherwise in nearly every story, beginning with Eve's choice to eat the fruit." Zach's eyes flared, and Jen knew that she had hit a nerve. She continued. "Is this your God's decision? What does He think?"

Zach glared, silent for a moment. "I suggest that unless you intend on helping our cause, you stay out of our way."

Jen maintained her completely composed, stoic demeanor in contrast to Zach's fury. "You have no power to hurt me, so I believe we will simply have to agree to disagree."

Zach smiled once more at Jen. "You can't stop us anyway, and this meeting is over." He snapped his fingers and was gone.

Jen stood for a long moment in snow. She knew that her job was not going to be easy in the coming months. She could only do so much. She hoped it would be enough.