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Lizzies POV...

I was waiting impatiently for Dean to call me. With each passing hour I got more agitated. Were they ok? Did they manage to save Jason? Those questions ran through my mind over and over again.

3 hours later my cellphone finally rang. I checked the Caller ID. Dean W. "Thank goodness." I sighed out loud and answered my cell.

"Dean, are you guys ok? Did you find Jason?"

"We´re alright but Jason was beaten up pretty bad. Sam stayed with him at the hospital. I´m on my way to pick you up. I´ll be there in 5minutes."

I hastily put on my coat and shoes and ran outside as soon as I heard the Impala pull up in the driveway. Dean opened the car door for me and I slided in next to him.

"Oh my god." Was all I could say when I saw him up close. His face was bruised and he had a busted lip.

"Don´t worry. It´s nothing I can´t handle. Let´s get you to Jason." He took my hand and kissed it gently before speeding off to the hospital.

It took about 10 minutes to get to the hospital but it seemed like forever to me. Dean guided me to Jasons room. A doctor approached me before I could enter.

"Hello. I´m Dr Peterson. I assume you´re Ms Carter, Mr Reids fiancée?"

"Yes, that´s right. How is he doing?"

"We were able to stop his internal hemorrhage but he still remains in critical condition. I`m sorry to tell you that his chance of surviving the next 24 hours is very low."

"No, no, no. You have to save him. He can´t die!!!" I frantically shook Dr Petersons shoulders.

Dean eventually pulled me away. "Cmon, let´s go and see Jason." He said and took me by the hand.

Jason was laying on the hospital bed and he was hooked to all kinds of machines. He was covered in large cuts and bruises, almost unrecognizable. My tears started flowing as I took in the sight in front of me. I approached him and put my hand on top of his.

"Jason this is all my fault. I´m so sorry." I sobbed.

Jasons eyes started to flutter which sparked a tiny bit of hope in me. I felt his grip on my hand as his eyes finally opened.

"Lizzy, this is not your fault. Promise me, you won´t blame yourself."

"Jason, I can´t..."

"I don´t have much time left and I don´t want to die knowing that you blame yourself for it. Take care of yourself and the baby." He paused for a moment and lifted his arm to put his hand on my tummy. "This baby is so lucky to have a Mommy like you." He smiled as he felt the baby kick.

"Could I have a minute alone with Dean please?" I nodded at his request and went outside with Sam.

General POV..

Dean watched Sam and Lizzy leave the room.

"You know, she really loves you. You´re lucky to have found your way back to each other."

"I know and I love her too." Dean said and glanced at Jason. "I´m sorry I couldn´t save you in time."

"You´re a good guy Dean but you can´t save everyone. Watch out for her and the baby."

"I will. Thank you for everything Jason."

As Jason closed his eyes the alarm on his life monitor went off. Lizzie and Sam rushed back inside, followed by a group of doctors and nurses. Lizzie clung onto Dean as she watched the doctors try to revive Jason without success. After a couple of minutes, they called his time of death.

Lizzy was about to break down but Dean caught her in time.

Lizzies POV...

A couple of hours passed until we left the hospital. Dean and Sam insisted on staying with me.

I went to bed fully dressed since I was too exhausted from all the crying. It almost felt like I ran out of tears.

Dean and me were laying on my bed without saying a word. He came closer and put an arm around me. I don´t know why but everytime I was close to Dean it felt like everything around us disappeared. His arms were my safe haven.

***

I slowly came to terms with Jasons death as the days passed by. Since Jason didn´t have any live relatives, I had to make all the funeral arrangements. Sam and Dean were a big help and I wouldn´t now what I´d done without them.

***

Jason had always been very popular and it was no surprise how crowded his funeral was. As they lowered his casket into the ground, I finally realized that my best friend was gone forever. My legs got all wobbly but once again Dean was there to hold and support me.

I met up with a couple of lawyers a few days after the funeral because they wanted to hand me Jasons last will. It turned out that I was the sole inheritant.

***

Another week passed until all the paperwork was taken care of. Dean asked me to come with him and Sam since he didn´t want to leave me all by myself. I agreed and started to pack all my stuff.

In no time boxes and bags were piling up in the hallway. The boys and me decided that we would need a bigger car to transport all my stuff in, so I reluctantly agreed to leave my beloved Mustang behind and take the Mercedes ML320 instead.

"So where are we heading to?" I asked as Dean stuffed the last bag into the car booth.

"Bobbys." He replied.

"Uhm Dean, he doesn´t know that I´m..."

"Are you kidding me? He´s going to kill me." Deans face went pale and he swallowed hard.

***

An hour later we left for South Dakota. Dean and me led the way in the Mercedes, followed by Sam in the Impala.

***

We pulled up in Bobbys driveway and got out of the car. I hid behind Dean and Sam as they rang the doorbell.

Bobby opened the door and pulled the boys into a hug. When he caught sight of me, his jaw literally hit the ground.

"Hi Uncle Bobby." I managed to say.

His eyes wandered from my face to my tummy and back. It took him a couple of minutes to gain his composure back. He turned to Dean and gave him his famous death glare.

"Boy, you better start running." He hissed through his teeth.