Final chapter

The nurse finished taking her vitals and began writing in Jenna's notes. She sombrely smiled at Dean who hadn't left her side in the 12 hours they'd now been there. Sam had come and gone bringing drink and food for his brother and at one point insisting that Dean should go get a shower and some rest. The elder brother obviously dismissed that and stated that he wasn't going anywhere. Deep down he felt that if he left it would be then that she passed and that was something he didn't want. He'd promised her that he would be there and he would be. No matter what. She'd come to several time and gave him a hopeful smile as her energy was slowly slipping away, in return Dean had told her stories of what he and Sam had been going through with the Leviathans and how Castiel had gotten the god complex. The angel had made an appearance several times and was quietly updating both brother's on her status. At 15:46 he appeared again in the door and made his way around the free side of her bed. Placing an extended hand on her forehead. "It's nearly time Jenna." His monotone voice spoke. Jenna cast her eyes to Dean who had fallen into a slumber with his head pressed against one of her hands on the bed. She struggled to inhale a breath as she nodded. "I'm ready.." her words feebly came out. The angel nodded his head and tapped Dean on the shoulder. His eyes immediately shot to her. A sigh of relief rushed through him as he noted that she was still alive. "Say what you have to say... It will be the last time Dean." he opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find his words as he looked to the angel, his friend. The rumble of a cleared throat was heard from the doorway. Sam gingerly shuffled into the room. Knowing what was happening Dean stood and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be back." Her pale features smiled at him as she watched him go and Sam come close. Seating himself in the chair his brother occupied only moments before.

"Hey.." her voice was fragile to say the least and Sam could see the visual struggle she was having with her breathing. Reaching out with his hand Sam held her free one softly. They'd been through so much together it pained him to see her this way. Numerous thoughts past through his mind at this moment yet he struggled to even say one. He smiled slightly at her. "Hey.." with what strength she had she gently squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry I came between you both." Her eyes were glazed as she spoke and adjusted herself on the bed. The pain evident in her face. Sam opened his mouth but she continued. "Look after him for me Sam. And make sure he looks after you..." Her breathing hitched as she got to the end of her sentence. "You know I will Jen. " She nodded her head and scrunched her eyes closed tightly. Over the months she'd grown quite used to the vision and knowing what was real and what wasn't. But now it was harder to fight them off with every passing minute. Sam watched her closely and couldn't help but feel the guilt that had been there since he found out about the curse. He never told his brother because of her and due to his feelings towards her he'd kept quiet. Lifting her hand he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it. Jenna smiled at this and opened her eyes again to look at him. "I shouldn't say this Jen.." cupping her frail hand within his. Jenna looked at him with a confused frown. "But I wish it was me you loved and not Dean." She pursed her lips together and tightly blinked her eyes before opening them again, a short smile spread over her face. "They'll always be a special place for you here Sam... My Sam." her free hand lifted and she placed it over her chest tapping her fingers to show him exactly where she meant.

With a deep breath he released his hold on her hand and stood. It wasn't what he wanted to hear but as things were he'd take what what he could from her. Stooping over her he kiss her cheek softly, Pausing a few seconds to whisper into her ear. "Catch you on the other side Singer." again this caused her to smile and a breathy sigh of bye escaped her mouth as he moved to the door. His chin trembled as he reached the door and turned to get one more look at the girl who he felt he loved. The girl he knew he would never have. As Sam emerged from the room he saw Dean standing there. The frown on his brother's face was unmistakable. He'd witnessed the scene between them both and even though she way laying in her death bed he couldn't help but feel betrayed and jealously. Regardless of the look Sam gave his brother a firm pat on the shoulder as Dean made his way back into the room. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled best she could at him. For the longest time Dean just stood there looking at her. He felt helpless and he hated that. In his eyes everything was fixable but this clearly wasn't. Pulling the chair back that Sam was previously sat on he was stopped by her hand touching him. "Don't sit there.." She groaned as she painfully wiggled further over the bed. Taking his jacket off and throwing it over the chair he joined her on the small hospital bed. Enclosing her with his arm and pulling her towards him, causing her to rest her head against his chest. Her right arm fell over his middle as she hugged him close. "We're... The definition of star crossed Dean Winchester. " She smiled as she felt the rumble of a laugh escape his lips. He smoothed a hand down her hair and lay his hand on her sheet covered hip. "Remember when your dad caught us?" He suddenly asked as he looked at the machines. Her heart rate and pulse had slowed down since he last looked at it and it caused the bile to rise as he knew she wouldn't be long. He felt her huff a laugh against him and a nod of her head. "Tell it to me again." She spoke, it was clear it was taking a toll on her. And so Dean began the story. "You refused for weeks to go anywhere with me. So I turned up at the yard knowing Bobby wasn't around. " he felt her chuckle and nod her head at the memory. "I'm scared for life cause of Bobby." huffing a laugh as she nodded her head.

He was too. A scattering of buck shot wounds from bobby's shot gun had left its mark but in his eyes it'd been worth it. Eventually Bobby had come around to the fact that his little girl the elder of the brother's were an item. Still he held reservations about it. Dean kissed the top of her head as he told the story causing her smile slightly. "You gave me the best years Jen." smoothing his hand down her hair. His eyes were drawn to the monitor machine as it suddenly let out a long beep...
Heart rate zero. Pulse zero. He knew what it meant, she was gone. Tilting his head back he looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. Cursing the angels and demons or anyone who would actually listen to him. Pulling her lifeless body to his in an uncomfortable embrace, Dean rested his cheek against her head and kissed her hair. "Dean?" it was Castiel who was now stood in the doorway, concern for his friend as he watched the scene unfold. "She's gone." Dean spoke trying to hold back as much emotion as possible. "I'm sorry." the angel said as he came into the room and turned the monitor off. All Dean could do was look away from his and nod his head.

It wasn't untill another twenty minutes before Dean had been persuaded to leave her side. The drive back to the motel was quiet neither person wanting to speak. After all what could they possibly say that would make it better. Deans eyes were fixed on the road and all Sam got from him was a hand wiping down his face every few minutes. He was worried for his brother. Worried of how Dean would be from now on. This would surely change him and not for the better. "Cas said he'll take Jenna back to the salvage yard for the salt and burn." he looked to his older brother as he spoke. Dean just nodded his head.

She stood there and watched them lighting the body which lay over the wood. Their movements mechanical, no words said between them. "They'll be just fine Jenna." The man said and placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to look at him. "Why'd you come for me?" She quizzed Death himself. His tall bird like features looked down on her. "Its the least I could do for Dean. His soul now has a part missing, which he will never gain back." Jenna's eyes softened at the reapers words and the hollow feeling in her chest opened up like a fresh wound. "What's it like?" She asked him sombrely. "Everyone's heaven is special to them." he spoke again his fingers lightly touching his ring. "Then I'm ready." She nodded up at him. With that they turned away from the brother's. Deaths comforting hand placed gently on her shoulder again. Light engulfed them and she was gone. At the end of the yard Castiel watched on, turning his vision back to Sam and Dean for a few moment before returning to watch Jenna with Death. Silently he stood with his friends and watched as the flames engulfed his friend. Dean's soulmate.

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