In My Time of Dying

"So how are you feeling Jenny? Anymore nausea?"

I shake my head as Dr. Lewis begins my checkup to make sure that my infection is gone and that I'm in perfect health once again.

"Nope. I feel great."

"That's what we love to hear."

Normally I hate Doctors, but her smile is so refreshing and infectious that I can't help but smiling as well.

"So I'm going to do a pelvic exam and then ask you a few questions. It's just standard for all teenagers that test positive for STDs."

"Okay."

I lie back on the table and get the worst part of the appointment over with. It's uncomfortable to say the least, but at least this time I'm not worried about weather or not I'm pregnant. That makes it much easier.

After a few minutes Dr. Lewis finishes up and lets me take my legs out of the stirrups and sit back up.

"Everything looks great Jenny. Now before you go I just have to ask a few standard questions."

"Sure." I nod.

She grabs her clipboard from the table and turns back around to face me, sitting back down in her chair.

"Okay, first question, How many sexual partners have you had?"

"Two"

"Have you ever practiced unsafe sex?"

"Ummm…" I bite my lip, unsure, "I don't know. I was always safe with Ethan. But with the other guy I kind of…blacked out."

I look down ashamed, afraid that this doctor is thinking how disgusting I am at the moment.

"Do you normally drink so much that you blackout?"

"No. In fact I only remember having the first drink. After that I don't know why I decided to keep drinking."

She thinks something over for a moment before looking back up at me.

"Jenny, if you don't mind I'd like to run a drug test on your hair."

Wait─What?!

"My hair? For what?"

"Well the fact that you can only remember the first drink makes me wonder if you were slipped a date rape drug."

My heart instantly stops and I look up into her eyes, scared. Just the word rape makes my face turn pale and my heartbeat slow.

"It might not be the case Jenny. I just want to be sure, if I have your permission."

"Uh…yeah, sure."

Dr. Lewis puts her hand on my knees comfortingly, "I'll be right back."

Ring, Ring

I place down my pencil on my open notebook and pick up the phone from infront of me on the kitchen table.

"Hello."

"Hey Jenny."

The moment I hear the voice I immediately know who it is.

"Sam! How are you?"

"We're good."

"And your Dad?" I ask carefully, knowing that it is never an easy topic with him.

When Sam called me last week to tell me that they ran into John on their hunt I thought I had an aneurism, especially when he told me they were hunting vampires! Dean had taught me months ago that they were a big hoax. But I guess we know more than anyone how life can be full of surprises and nothing can be expected.

"He's good. I just wanted to call and let you know that we are on our way to Ohio."

"What? Why?"

"There is something going on there, something with The Demon."

My breath hitches in my throat as I check to make sure I heard him right.

"You mean The Demon?"

This bastard killed my sister and turned my life completely upside down. If I could have one thing it would be his head on a platter.

"Yea Jenn. We think so."

"Oh…" I start to process everything and get in the right mind set, "Well then should I come out and meet you?"

"No. Not now."

"What? Why?"

"Because this is too dangerous. You aren't ready yet."

Something about Sam's voice sounds cold and distant. Not towards me in particular, but just in general.

"Bu─"

"I'll call you as soon as I can, okay Jenn?"

I want to object but he sounds hurried and preoccupied so I decide to concede for the moment.

"Fine. Bye Sam."

"Bye, love you."

I slam the phone back down into its place, upset that Sam is leaving me out of the hunt that I've been spending months training for. How could he do this to me?!

Ring, Ring

I sigh, wondering if is Sam calling back to make sure that I am not mad at him. I know how much he hates it when we don't get along.

"Hello."

"Hey Jenny, It's Dr. Lewis."

Shit

"Oh, Hi."

"I've got your test results back, I'd like for you to come down to my office."

My stomach drops; I don't need a medical degree to know that she has bad news.

"What is it? Did he slip me something?"

"You really should come down to my office Jenny."

"Well I'm out of town," I lie, needing the information now, "So just tell me."

I hear her sigh heavily on the other side of the phone before letting me know.

"Your hair tested positive for traces of Rohypnol."

"Wa─ You mean this guy slipped me a roofie?"

"Unfortunately. Now when you get back into down I'd like for you to make and appointment with either me or one of my associates."

"Uh…No…That's okay. I have to go now. Bye."

With a shaky breath I place the phone done onto the table in front of me. Sobs begin to rack my body immediately as I lower myself to the ground, no strength left in my legs.

"Okay Class," Mr. Cooper slams his book shut causing me to awake from my slumber with a bolt, "Finish reading act five tonight and I'll hand out the review for the test tomorrow."

I lift my head up to see the entire class gathering their things and I begin to do the same as they all walk towards the door. Running a hand through my messy hair and over my sleepy eyes I place my purse over my shoulder and stand up from my desk, beginning to walk towards the exit.

"Ms. Juergans, Could you I speak to you for a moment?"

I look up to see Mr. Cooper placing his teaching book into his messenger bag. I look around nervously for a moment before walking towards him.

"Uh…sure. What's up?"

As I try and focus I take notice of a small cut on his eyebrow, which appears to be surrounded by a slightly healed bruise. The small cut can't take away from his amazing features. He is defiantly a good looking man, with a strong jaw line and what looks to be an amazing body hidden underneath his school attire.

"I was just wondering how things are going Jenny." He tries to sound casual, but I know he is trying to get at something.

"Things are fine…" I say, confusion in my voice, "Why?"

He rests his hands on his desk, letting his arms bulge in the right places and looking me in the eye.

"Well, honestly I'm worried about you."

"Me?!" I ask shocked and no longer paying attention to his arms, "Why? Is this about falling asleep because I was up all night working on a paper." My voice raises and quickens with fright, "I promise it won't happen again."

I hope he believes me. I don't see why he wouldn't. But what can I say? I get extremely nervous when lying to people, especially teachers.

It's just been so hard for me to sleep lately so I've been staying up late for the past couple nights, waiting by the phone. Sam and Dean are away on possibly the most important hunt ever and they've been gone longer than usual.

"Wait, Calm down." He assures, "This isn't just about today. I've noticed you have had trouble focusing for a while lately. And your work has been mediocre at best."

I look at him and sigh frustratingly, "I'm sorry, okay? But I'm doing the best that I can."

"Listen, if there is something going on I can help you."

He looks very sweet and I know he is just trying to help me, but I can't let him think something is going on. Not even Sam and Dean know about what Dr. Lewis told me.

"Nothing is going on." I try and smile, "I'll try harder."

He looks at me skeptically but eventually nods his head.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

I nod in return before turning and walking out of the classroom. I get to my locker and place my books inside, taking a moment to rest against the door. Taking in a deep breath, I pray that he doesn't try to dig any further into what is going on.

A week later I'm at home all by myself still. It's the end of the first week back from vacation so I'm swamped with work. I had two tests and a quiz today.

"Thanks for the ride home."

I wave to Charlie and run into the house, making a bee line for the phone. Sam hasn't called in a few days and I can't help but get worried. There are two messages one the machine and I click the play button as I drop my purse next to the phone.

The first message is from the library about an overdue book so I click the skip button immediately. I rest my hands on each side of the phone, waiting anxiously for the message. However nothing can prepare me for what I hear.

"Jenny, It's me." I hear the tears in Sam's voice and my stomach drops in an instant, "There…There was an accident. We're at Saint Vincent's hospital in Jefferson City. Dean…he's…It's not looking good and I really think you should get here soon. I…I have to go. Get here soon."

I stare at the machine as my fresh tears drop onto the speaker. I can't move, think, or breathe at this point. I just stand in the same spot, staring at the phone as tears make their way down my delicate cheeks.

And then before I can blink, I run for my purse and the emergency money from under the sink. Quickly I call a cab to take me to the bus station and grab the first bus ride to Jefferson City.

I run into the hospital, looking around at all of the people frantically. I see a blonde nurse at the front desk and run up to her, my voice out of breath.

"My brother is here. Dean Jeurgens. What room is he in?"

She looks up at me, calmly, before looking down at some of her papers. I want to smash her head in for looking so calm, but I know this must be an everyday occurrence for her.

"Room 327. You can take the elevator up to the third floor. Or the stairs are right there."

"Thanks."

I offer her a quick smile before turning and running towards the stairs, not wanting to wait for an elevator. When I get to Dean's floor quickly and out of breath it doesn't slow me down. I see the arrows that point to rooms 301-330 and run down the hall, watching the room numbers rise until they get to the one I'm looking for.

I grasp the doorframe and swing inside; coming to a screaming stop once I glance inside.

"Thank god." I cry, seeing Dean sitting up in his bed.

"Jenny."

I look from Dean's bed and towards the voice to see Sam standing across the hospital room. He actually looks more torn up than Dean. His left eye is covered in a huge bruise and swollen so much that his eye barely opens.

"Wha…" I stutter, looking between the two brothers, "Are you both okay? On the message you said…"

"Dean was in a coma, but everything's okay now." Sam assures me, walking forwards and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I look at him testingly, wanting more information, but my eyes find Dean again and I immediately walk over to his bed. I sit on it, careful not to hit him or any of the many wires surrounding him.

Dean places a comforting hand over mine, giving me a reassuring look with his eyes. However I still need to ask and be sure.

"You sure you're okay?"

Tears are rimming in the corners of my eyes. All of the emotions that have been with me throughout the ride up are coming to a head.

"I'm fine." Dean nods, offering me a reassuring nod.

"When I got the call… I thought─I thought you─"

"Hey." Dean quiets me, giving my arm a slight tug, "Nothing is going to happen to me or Sam. You got that? You're going to be stuck with us for a while." He says the last part with a smile.

I try to give him one back, but the emotions running through me are just too powerful. Tears leak from my eyes while I bite my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. If I had lost Dean…I don't know what I would do.

"Good." My voice cracks as I can't hold myself together anymore.

Dean sees my composure breaking and immediately grasps my head gently, pulling it down to rest on his comforting shoulder. Hard sobs choke my throat as I release them into his white hospital shirt.

"Shhhh…" He soothes as he strokes my hair soothingly.

"It's okay Jenny." I hear Sam speak from behind me, placing a comforting hand on my back, "We're okay."

"What's going on in here?"

I look up shocked to see John standing in the doorway. He looks a little rough and I can tell that he hasn't shaven in a few days. But he isn't in hospital clothes so I'm not worried about him too much.

"Hi, Mr. Winchester." I try to smile while I wipe at my tears, but a hiccup escapes, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, it's just a few scratches." He scoffs, walking closer to Dean's bed and staring at Dean caringly, "How you doing, son?"

"I'm fine Dad." Dean replies, not used to seeing his father so worried about him.

John nods, having a hard time looking Dean in the eyes. I have the feeling he wants to speak to Dean about something and I'm extremely curious as to what it is, but I know I should leave John to speak to him privately.

"Uhhh….I haven't eaten in almost two days. Can you take me to the cafeteria?" I look up at Sammy and rub a small hand on my stomach for effect.

This actually wasn't a lie. I haven't eaten in a while and my stomach was getting ready to eat itself if I didn't make it happy soon.

"Sure, Jenny. Come on." He places a hand on my shoulder and looks to Dean and John, "We'll be back."

"I'm glad you're okay." I smile to Dean, softly running my fingers through the top of his light brown hair and placing a kiss on his cheek. He smiles back and gives my hand a gentle squeeze, but releasing it as I walk off with Sam, keeping my eyes on Dean until I leave the room.

Once I get into the hallway with Sam I instantly wrap my arms around his torso while we walk, resting my head on his chest as tears still rest at my eyes.

"I missed you Sam."

He wraps his arms around me tightly and places a kiss on the top of my head.

"You too Jenny."

I hold onto his embrace all the way down to the cafeteria. Even though he said only Dean's name on the message I was nervous about his own safety on the ride over. But I really never stop worrying about Sam.

"You want a soda?" Sam asks once we get to the cafeteria, holding up a can.

"Sure. And can I get some chocolate cake?"

"It's nine in the morning."

"Please." I pout, pleadingly, "I forgot to bring food with me on the bus and my blood sugar's low."

Sam shakes his head with a smile, "Just this once."

"Yes" I smile, immediately running for the desserts.

Sam and I sit, him drinking a coffee and me with my soda and chocolate cake. As I eat Sam fills me in on the situation. He tells me all about Meg being possessed and then exercised, John being possessed by the YED but how it escaped before Sam killed it, the kamikaze demon truck driver, and finally Dean's reaper.

"Wow."

"I know."

"But everything's okay now?"

"Everything's fine. I'm okay, my dad's okay, and the Docs think Dean could get out of here in a few days if his tests are good."

I still have an uneasy look on my face, but Sam gives me a reassuring smile and I can't help but to return it. Why should I think anything will go wrong now? Isn't it possible we could finally just be having some good luck? Not that it happens often in this family.

"Come on. Let's go bring Dad and Dean some coffee."

I take my last bite of chocolate cake before standing up with Sam and walking out of the cafeteria, throwing out my plate on the way as Sam grabs two coffees.

We walk up to Dean and John's floor and head to Dean's room. But once we get there John isn't in the room anymore.

"Where's Dad?" Sam asks.

"He was feeling tired so he went back to his room."

When Dean speaks he doesn't look Sam in the eye, which I immediately take notice of.

"I'm gonna go bring him his coffee. Stay with Dean."

"Okay." I nod, giving Sam a nod as he walks out of the room.

"Here." I walk over to Dean, holding out his cup of coffee.

"Thanks, Jenn."

"You're welcome." I smile, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"You want to watch TV?" Dean asks, scooting over to make room for me and handing me the remote.

"Of, course."

I grab the remote and lie down next to Dean with my head rested gently on his shoulder as he takes a sip of his coffee and places it on the side table. Flipping through the channels provides little result so I just decide to put on some old movie that neither Dean nor I have seen before. We're watching it for only a moment when someone's voice comes over the hospital intercom.

"Dr. Dylan to room 425. Dr. Dylan to room 425. We have a code blue."

Dean instantly tenses next to me and by the time I look up he is jumping up from the bed.

"What is it? What are you doing?!" I yell as he pulls all of his wires off, even pulling out his own IV, "DEAN, STOP IT!"

"That's my Dad's room!" Dean yells before he runs from the room.

My mouth drops and I take off after him, following as he runs up the stairs and takes a right. I try to yell after him, but I soon realize that he isn't going to stop until he has his father in sight.

I chase him down the hall and from a distance I can see him come to a screeching halt, and as I get closer I see Sam by his side. My pace slows once I see the tears falling down his face, scared at what I might find. My feet move with every thump of my chest as I watch Sam and Dean staring helplessly into the room while nurses move in and out.

I finally come to the door, standing a few feet behind Sam and Dean, and my heart instantly drops. Mr. Winchester is lying on the hospital bed with tubes sticking out of his body and the doctor using the paddles to shock his heart, which I have seen a million times in movies but it is much more violent in person.

"Okay, that's it. Time of Death 10:41 a.m."

And just like that, he is gone.

A/N: So sorry for the wait everyone. Some of you kno how much trouble my computer has been giving me, but I finally have this up. I'm sending the laptop in for a warranty soon, so after that I will have no more problems what so ever!