AN: Aaaannnnd another chapter! :) We're now onto season... uh.. three? OH WELL. There'll be a lot more Jasmine and Gabe chapters, because we're following her story line, not her brother's, although we hear from them too.

The truck driver got out of his now wrecked transport. He walked over to the driver's door of the Impala. John, Dean and Jasmine were all out cold. After closing his phone, Sam looked up at him, and wrapped his hand around the Colt. The truck driver gripped the door, and ripped it off the car. Throwing it behind him, blackness took over his eyes.

"Get back, or I'll kill you. I swear to God," Sam held the Colt up, aimed at the possessed truck driver.

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else."

"You wanna bet?" Sam cocked the Colt. The demon contemplated it for a minute. Smirking, he left his vessel in a rush of black smoke. Falling to the ground, the truck driver looked up in shock.

"Oh my God," he grabbed his head, still in shock. Sam just ignored him.

"Dad?"

"Did I do this?" The truck driver looked at the people in the black car he had hit.

"Dad? Dean? Dean! Jazzy?"

(JASMINE'S POV)

"Female, early twenties. Estimated 120 pounds. Multiple head contusions. Signs of major head trauma. Stab wound in the lower right abdomen. In and out of consciousness. We slowed the blood loss, but she's lost a lot of blood. Blood pressure 90 over 60, and dropping. She needs a blood transfusion. Doctor?"

"We need the O.R. prepped. Start a drip, 5mg of morphine now, and 15mg of morphine every hour. Call the anaesthesiologist, we need to get her into surgery now,"

'Surgery? No, no, no, no,'

I opened my eyes, and saw the passing lights on the ceiling. They must be wheeling me into the operating room now.

"Sam? Where's Dean? Where's my family?" My voice was hoarse and scratchy. The man in a white overcoat cupped the side of my face, turning it so he could see me better. A bright light shined in my eyes, and then went away as quickly as it came.

"The eyes are bloodshot, is the OR ready?"

"Yes, Doctor, they're ready when you are."

I tried sitting up, but a sharp pain in my side caused me to fall back into the hard mattress. The nurse put her hands on my shoulders.

"Miss, you need to stay on the bed. We need to take you into surgery, you were in a car accident."

"I know what happened! I need to see my family! The other guys that were in the car with me!" I snapped at her, the pain in my side and my head were numbing.

"They're being looked after miss," the nurse took my blood pressure again.

"Ma'am, I'm Dr. Stirling, can you tell me your name?" The doctor walked along side the bed.

"I'm Jasmine Winchester, are we almost there? The sooner you do this, the sooner I can see my brothers and Dad," my vision began to fade, and my body felt unusually heavy.

"Blood pressure 70 over 40, dropping fast."

I was tired of fighting to stay awake, I let the darkness take me.

"Hello?! I'm standing in front of you! Answer me!"

'Dean?'

I opened my eyes, but quickly shut them. The lights on the ceiling were blinding. My hands covered my face, and I groaned in frustration. Why were the lights always so bright?

'Wait, accident. Hospital!'

I forced my eyes open, and I sat up quickly. Looking around, I took in my surrounds. Nurses rushing around, wearing scrubs. Every now and then a doctor would walk by. The walls were plain white, and so was the floor. It was sterile.

After looking around, I realized that I had been laying on the floor.

'Why am I on the floor?'

"Hello?! Anyone?!"

"Dean?" I stood up, and looked down the hallway. Looking down, I was wearing the clothes I had worn when the transport hit us. My shirt was ripped in the side, where the metal stabbed me. My jeans were all bloody, and so was my jacket.

'Why am I still wearing my clothes? Shouldn't they have cut them off? Shouldn't I be wearing a hospital gown?'

"WHY AREN'T YOU PEOPLE ANSWERING ME? WHERE'S MY FAMILY?!"

I walked towards Dean's voice, and found him at the bottom of a stairwell.

"Dean! Thank god you're all right!"

"Jazzy?" He ran up the stairs and pulled me in for a hug.

"How come they gave you hospital pants and not me?" I gestured to his outfit, and then to mine. His eyes widened at the sight of the blood.

"Jazzy, did they already look after you?"

"Yes, Dean," I rolled my eyes. Then froze.

"Wait, before I fell asleep, they were wheeling me into surgery. I shouldn't be walking right now. I should be in a bed. And why did I wake up in the middle of the hallway, on the floor for that matter? Dean, what's going on?"

"Surgery?! Jaz, I'm not sure. If any of these ASSHOLES would answer me, I'd know."

Then it clicked. We weren't visible to the human eye. We were ghosts. Or, something along those lines.

"Dean, I don't think we're awake," I said in small voice, scared of what was happening.

"So you think this is like a, uh, like a dream? We're in the same dream?"

"No, because if we were dreaming, they would still answer us. I think we're caught in the in between. Like ghosts. Are we dead?"

Dean seemed to think about this. He didn't answer me back, but his eyes glazed over slightly. I looked around from the top of the stairwell. Nurses were walking, talking and checking people over. Some people were crying, and some were happy. Hospital always frightened my that way. I never knew if I was going to be happy, or sad when walking into one. This time I didn't know what to be.

Someone walked through the emergency entrance, and they caught my eye. I watched as he walked up to the front desk. The blonde nurse looked up from her paper work, and typed something into her computer. Looking back up to the man, her mouthed moved, but no words were audible. She pointed to the stairs, and he just nodded and ran his hands through his hair. He looked up to the stairwell, and his hands fell to his sides.

"Gabe?"

"What?" Dean looked up to me, and looked to where I was looking. His eyes widened when he saw Gabriel staring at us.

"Hey, isn't that the guy from the motel? Uh, what's his name,"

"Charlie," I answered, inwardly cursing at myself for calling him Gabe. Gabriel took long strides, and climbed the stairs two steps at a time. His hands grabbed my arm, and Dean's arm. The floor disappeared from under my feet.

I didn't have time to register what was happening. All I remember is my feet touching the floor, and my back being shoved into a wall. Looking up, I locked eye contact with golden hazel eyes. Gabriel had hands on either side of the wall behind me. Dean wasn't in the room with us. The room was an unused hospital room.

"Where's Dean?"

"I sent him to the room his vessel is in. Jasmine, I'm so glad you're okay," He cupped the side of my face his hand, and ran his thumb under my eye. Bending down, he pressed his lips against mine for a small gentle kiss. Pulling back, he backed away from me and sat down on the bed.

"Okay? You call this okay?! I'm a ghost Gabriel!"

"No you're not," hurt crossed his face, "I don't know what I'd do if you were a ghost."

"Wait, if I'm not dead, why can't anyone see Dean or I?"

"Ever hear of an out of body experience?"

Then it all clicked. I wasn't in my body because it's in surgery. Then what about Dean?

"Why is Dean here then?"

Gabriel sighed and stood up, he grabbed my hands and gave me a loving look.

"Dean's in a coma. There's a reaper after him. Blues, there's nothing I can do. It's fate."

I felt like I was going to get sick. One minute I was worrying about saving Dad's life, and now I have to worry about Dean? Wait, not worry, because it was actually going to happen.

"Dean's, going to die? But," my vision was becoming blurry because of the threatening tears. Something flew by in the corner of the my eye. I wasn't sure if it was just the tears, but I looked over the window and watched nurses run past.

"Blues, he's not going to die."

That caught my attention. Before I could ask anything, a feeling of dizziness overtook me. The cold hard floor met me, and vision was becoming black.

There was a beeping sound. A repetitive beeping. No, there was more than one. Different beeping sounds. Where am I? Why can't I breathe normal? Something was in my throat.

I opened my eyes, but everything was blurry and bright. I couldn't see any clear shapes. Feeling around, I noticed I was in a bed. The bed wasn't comfy, it was hard and lumpy.

When shapes began to become clear, I sat up. That was a bad idea. The thing in my throat made me start gagging. Reaching up, I felt a tube coming out of my mouth. I pulled it out, and took in a few deep breaths. When my breathing came back, I looked up.

I was in a hospital room. A sterile, white, small hospital room. I had to get out of here. I had to find Dean, Sam, or Dad.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Bad idea. A bolt of intense pain shot through my stomach, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Jaz!"

I looked up, holding my stomach, and saw Sam rushing towards me. He didn't look too bad, a few bruises, and a few cuts. He picked me up, and set me on the bed.

"Sam, what are you doing? I'm fine, I want to see Dean and Dad."

He looked at me with a sad smile on his face. Running a hand through his hair, he looked down to the ground.

"Uh, Jaz, you're not fine. You almost died. When the truck hit us, it sent a piece of the door through your lower stomach. The surgeons were amazed you were still alive, Jaz." He looked up at me, with glazed eyes. I felt my heart drop. A bunch of memories came rushing back in flashes. I was talking to Dad, then I was pulling a piece of metal out of my side. I woke up and the doctor told me I needed surgery. I woke up again, and this time on the floor. I found Dean, and Gabriel found us. Gabriel!

"Sam, I, I remember. I saw Dean, then he was gone. And I woke up. Is he... is he still alive? Or did the reaper get him?"

He was watching me intently, like a hawk to a rabbit.

"He's alive. But, uh, he's in a coma. We communicated using a Ouija board, he didn't say anything about seeing you though. All he said was 'reaper'. Jaz, was he okay?"

"He was angry. But only because no one was answering him. Can you uh, go get me a wheelchair? I want to see him."

When Sam finally got me to Dean's room, he was awake. I couldn't help but smile. There was a nagging thought in the back of my mind, trying to ruin the happy moment. What if Dean says something about Gabriel? Will Dean just think he was dreaming?

The doctor interrupted my train of thought when he walked in with some papers and x-ray photos.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished, the internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You gotta have some kind of angel watching over you," he gave Dean the all clear, and left the room. After he left, Dean looked back and forth between Sam and I. The nagging thoughts came back.

"You said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded his head at Dean.

"How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me," Sam looked over to me, and raised his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, and looked at Dean.

"So, you don't remember any of it?" Deep inside, I hope he didn't remember anything. Would Gabriel let him remember something like that?

"No," A sigh a relief escaped me silently, and Dean looked over to Sam, "except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong."

Dad walked in, and interrupted our conversation. He looked guilty, and also like he was going to cry. I had to ignore it, because when Dad came in, so did a heavy gut-pinching feeling.

"How you feeling, dude?"

"Fine I guess," Dean looked at Dad, "I'm alive."

"Well, that's what matters." Dad smiled.

"Where were you last night?" Sam interrupted.

"I had somethings to take care of." That pissed me off. What's more important that being with your, at the time, dying children?

"Well, that's specific." Sam rolled his eyes. I still couldn't believe that Dad wasn't here. What kind of father is he? My whole life has been spent hunting this yellow-eyed demon. Dad ripped me of my childhood. He did the same with Sam and Dean, but at least they had some small time being children. Then again, it was probably a traumatic experience.

"Did you go after the demon?" I blurted out, not really knowing where that came from, and also interrupting Dean, who was trying to stop a fight before it happened. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. Sam had on a small smile, Dean glared at me, and Dad looked like he just took notice of me being in the room.

"No." Dad gave me a frown, and looked back to Sam, to see him frowning too. Dad was lying. I just knew it.

"Why don't I believe you?" I shook my head slightly. Something is really wrong here.

"Can we not fight? Half the time I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Jazzy, I've made mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't wanna fight anymore, okay?" Now why does that sound like a Winchester version of a goodbye speech?

"Dad, are you okay?" Sam asked, looking worried. Dad just smiled at Sam and I. He looked like he wanted to cry. That just ripped my heart to shreds. Something isn't right. Dad's going to leave us again, isn't he?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just tired." Dad looked back to Dean, who has stayed pretty quiet during this conversation. I think Dean made the same assumption as me.

"Hey Sammy, can you take Jazzy and get us some coffee?" Dad returned his attention to Sam.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam nodded, and hesitantly made his way to me. I started to protest, but Dean sent me a look that said 'let me and Dad talk, or I won't hesitate to lock you in a closet.' Yeah, there's a look for that. You learn these over the years.

On our way back, Sam stopped. Fear was rolling off him in waves, in turn making me scared. I looked up to ask him what was wrong, but something caught my eye. I dropped both the coffees, and bolted out of the wheelchair. Dad was laying on the floor of an empty room. He wasn't moving.

"Dad?" Sam ran up to us, and fell on his knees beside me.

"Dad? Daddy? Please..." The tears took over and rolled down my cheeks like waterfalls.

"Help!" Sam started yelling for a doctor.

Nurses and a doctor rushed in. Everything was in slow motion. A nurse pushed Sam and I out of the room. Sam ran down the hall, and I stayed in the doorway, wheelchair forgotten.

They were yelling orders at each other, grabbing at Dad. They flipped him over and took those things you see in medical shows that jump start the heart.

"Don't touch him!" I tried to run back into the room, but a few nurses held me back.

"Miss, you have to give us space."

"You're hurting him!" The tears run down faster and I fell to the floor, crying hysterically. Arms wrapped around me, and I half expected them to be Gabriel's. Looking up, it was Dean. I buried my face into his chest, not holding back the tears.

I screamed when I heard it.

"Time of death, 10:41 am."