"Mi amor, (My love)" Daniel smiled, embracing me. He hugged me tightly and then kissed my forehead. "I've missed you."

I smiled back at him, "I've missed you too."

I sat down on the warm sands and so did Daniel, "So… am I dead?"

He chuckled, "Not really."

I shot a funny look, "What do you mean by 'not really'?" I chuckled. I had forgotten how goofy he was. Daniel still had that look in eyes of love the way he would look at me when he was alive and I had to admit, I had missed it. Dean looked at me the same way, but I had lost Daniel tragically. We never got a chance to say goodbye.

"Not really as in you're kind of… in between," Daniel replied.

I sighed, "Jesus Christ. Well then how am I able to see you… here?"

"Si, we're at our spot, mi amor. We're here because I chose it for you and I. You can see me again because I was sent to you. You need me," Daniel replied.

"Okay…" I trailed off, not exactly knowing how to respond.

"Jen, how could you be so stupid? Why didn't you fight for life?" Daniel asked.

"Well you sure don't waste a moment, huh?" I asked. I rolled my eyes because that sounded ridiculously idiotic and cheesy, "I just, my life has been chaotic ever since… it happened. I can't, I needed that peace and that silence. You wouldn't understand."

"So you tried to kill yourself?" he exclaimed.

"No!" I exclaimed.

"So what would you call that? Not trying to live at all?" Daniel asked.

I sighed, in frustration, "I don't know, okay? I regret it and it's stupid and-."

"Do you even want to return? Do you even want to go back?" Daniel asked.

I swallowed, "Yes and no." My admission shocked me. I wasn't even quite sure how to explain it but the words just came out.

"Okay, so then talk," Daniel said.

I nodded. Daniel was right. I needed someone to talk to about this. I knew that when I got back I was going to need to see someone.

"Okay um, no because… well Jesus Daniel, look at the world that we-, I live in. It's terrible and ugly and horrific. My job is to fix these things but… I mean, sometimes it doesn't work. And why are these terrible things here in the first place? Dean's parents died. He hunted demons for God's sake for a living! I just don't know if I want to go back to that. I could stay here with you…" I explained, looking up at my ex husband.

"I know carina, but you can't do that, as much as I want you to. So why yes?" he asked, prompting me to continue speaking.

"Right, um, well there's Lucas," I started.

Daniel smiled, "He's grown up so much. You're raising him well."

"Well thank you," I said back. "And then there's my job. I get an opportunity every day to fix the bad things that happen. It's just, it takes a lot of strength and I don't know if I have that."

"You do. How could you possibly think that you didn't have the strength?" Daniel asked.

"I don't know. Well this happened, for starters!" I replied.

Daniel sighed as I rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head atop of mine, "Well sometimes we need a little help from our friends. No one ever said you had to get through it alone."

I nodded, "And then there's Dean. I honestly didn't know what I was going to do after you died. You… you just left me with our one year old son and I never, we never, Lucas, you and I, never got to say goodbye. I didn't know if I'd be able to move on and you had told me but I really didn't have any faith at all. Well, then Dean waltzed back into my life and everything just began to fall in place. He was great with Lucas… he really loves Lucas. I didn't think I could love someone again but here I am. He asked me to marry him, you know?"

"I see that," Daniel replied, noticing the ring on my finger.

"Is this weird for you?" I asked.

He shook his head, "We had our time, querida (dear). It is your time now."

"But what if it's not? What if I'm done?" I asked, almost disappointed about that.

"Do you really feel that way?" Daniel asked.

I shook my head, "No," I admitted.

"See? You haven't given up yet. You're a fighter, Jennie. You have to fight back," Daniel said.

"I know, I just, it's going to be hard," I admitted.

"I know but you can do. Remember, you don't have to be alone and I'll be with you. I always am," Daniel said. I was almost to tears at this point, "You know I'll always love you."

He nodded, "And I too."

"So um, how have you been?" I asked.

"I've been well. I've been… peaceful," Dean replied, searching for the right word to describe how he had felt.

"I miss you, Daniel. I do. I never want you to think that since I've moved that I've forgotten about you or that I don't for a second miss you. I'm happy now but there's always going to be a part of me that loves you," I said.

He nodded, "I love you too."

I sighed, "So what do we do now?"

"Well it seems like you've made up your mind," Daniel replied.

"Oh?" I asked.

"You're going back," Daniel said.

I nodded. That's what felt right. I had too much to lose. I couldn't leave Lucas and Dean or my life there. Daniel was right. I had to go back and fight.

"I am going back," I said back.

He smiled, "That's the Jennie, I know and love."

I chuckled, "So is this goodbye?"

"This would be goodbye," Daniel replied, sentimentally.

He leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss and unlike Dean and I's goodbye, this felt like a real goodbye. This was closure. I opened my eyes and pulled only to find that Daniel was gone. Our spot, the beautiful beach in Peru began to fade. And suddenly, there was a bright light and then everything went to black.

My eyes remained closed as I heard the sound my steady heart rate on the heart monitor. My tired eyes looked around the hospital room. I was slowly beginning to gain consciousness again. I could hear the voices in the hallway and the sound of the elevator. I was no longer on that little secluded beach.

"Jen, listen to me, if you can hear me... please come back, baby. Shit... what happened? How did we let it get this far? I'm so sorry that I didn't say anything. I should've known that day, and the bath tub. Fuck, I screwed up... I'm so sorry. Jennie, baby, please, come back to me. If you can hear me right now, just, just give me a sign," Dean begged, desperately.

"You know, I never took you for the mushy, romantic," I managed to mumble out.

"Jen?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Hi," I said, my eyes opening. Everything came into focus: the white hospital room, the noises, and the love of my life, Dean.

"Oh my God, Jennie, you're okay!" he said, holding my hand and cupping my face. He looked so happy and relieved to see me.

"Yeah, I'm uh, I'm here but I'm far from okay, Dean. I think I should see someone... about all of this," I said.

Dean nodded, "I think so too."

"But uh, I think i could start with you. I'm sorry for not opening up to you but Anderson's death really threw me off. I promise, it had nothing to do with you. And please, don't blame yourself for anything that happened. You couldn't have helped," I said.

Dean sighed with relief, "No, I'm just happy that you're okay and... alive... and... well, coming to your senses." Dean and I both exchanged laughter. The sound of his laugh made me smile even more. If I had died, I really would've missed that. I guess that was a start: appreciating the little things in life, even when the big ones get you down.

"So I guess we'll be having a lot of snow days together huh? After I get out of the hospital, well, I'm sure they won't clear me for surgery until I'm better so... I'll be home and then I'll go back to work when I can," I replied.

"I took off for the next week," Dean replied.

I nodded slowly, "How long was I out?"

"Two days," Dean replied.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "I love you. I'm sorry if I haven't really made that clear."

"I love you too, baby," Dean said back.

"You know, it's kind of funny. Now you're the patient," Dean pointed out.

I laughed a little, "Yeah, it is funny. A nice reversal of roles except for it's not 'forbidden' anymore seeing as we've been together for quite some time and are, in fact, engaged. Speaking of, where's my ring?" I looked around, worriedly.

"When they brought you in, Bradley took it off and saved it for you. It's right here," Dean said pulling it out of his pocket and showing it to me.

"I know I'm stupid and everything but... do you still want to marry me?" I asked, cutely.

Dean chuckled, "Of course, I do."

"Okay," I giggled as he slid the ring onto my finger again.

"I'm surprised that it stayed on when you fell," Dean replied.

I nodded and smiled to myself, "I guess it's a sign." Dean seemed satisfied by my answer.

"Mommy!" I heard a voice exclaimed.

"Lucas," I smiled as my son climbed up on the bed and flung his small arms around me.

"Mommy, I was so scared that something bad was going to happen to you but you're alright. Te amo, mama. Nunca me dejes. (Never leave me)," Lucas said, happy to see me.

"I will never leave you, mijo," I replied.

Happy tears began to spring to my eyes and flow down my cheeks.

"Mama, why are you crying?" Lucas asked.

"No reason, mijo. I'm just very happy," I replied. Daniel was right. I had a life here that I could not afford to leave behind. I had a beautiful son, an amazing fiance, and another chance to help people. This was a new beginning and I had gained a new perspective on life.

Dean and I exchanged glances, grateful that we had each other. "I'm home," I mumbled. I was home and here to stay and fight. Dean pulled me in and kissed me.

"I love you," Dean said.

"I love you too," I replied. "Both of you." I focused my attention on both boys. I was stupid to ever want to let this go.