It's Not Over

"I'll uh… I'll see you in the morning." AJ said, walking down the hotel corridor with Dean after they had come back from the prison. The thought that Phil was no longer with them, that he had probably passed away minutes after they had left the prison, it was starting to hurt her in a physical way, and she needed to lie down and forget about the world. She felt like there were five thousand people standing on her back, like she couldn't breathe. She guessed that all the time she spent without him these past few years, was always comforted by the thought of him still being out there and living his life… but now she didn't even have that anymore.

"Yeah." Dean nodded, just as hurt and upset as AJ was. They knew they'd have to plan a funeral and they needed each other's comfort more than anything at the minute, "Yeah, I'll see you in the morning." Dean said, giving her a hug as she hugged back.

"I can't believe he's gone." AJ whispered, tears in her eyes as she placed her forehead on Dean's chest.

"We just gotta keep it together." Dean nodded, rubbing her back softly as AJ nodded, pulling back from the hug, "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" He nodded.

"Ok." AJ said, parting ways with him and walking into her hotel room with Ben.

After Ben couldn't find the answers they were looking for quick enough in Chicago, he flew back out to be with AJ as he suspected she would be upset. Very upset.

"Hey." Ben said softly as he watched AJ walk in the door, dumping her bag down.

"Hi." AJ said with exhaustion, trying her best not to just collapse down like she so desperately wanted to.

"You ok?" Ben asked her, even though it seemed stupid. He wasn't foreign to the fact AJ had been in a very serious relationship before he was with her. She was always open with him about how much she was in love with Phil, and that a part of her would always care for him. That threatened him a little, but he tried to respect it. Twistedly, he felt a little relief that the execution was over.

"No." AJ said calmly, "No, I'm not ok." AJ shook her head, "I'm gonna go for a shower. Order some room service and… go to sleep." She nodded, "I just need some space."

"Of course." Ben nodded, "I'm here for you, April. I know it can't be easy." He said as AJ nodded.

"No, it's not." AJ said, taking some fresh pyjamas into the bathroom with her, closing the door over behind her and turning on the shower to drown her sobs.

She stripped her clothes off and got into the shower, wishing for the roasting water to burn her and cancel out the emotional pain she was feeling, but all she ended up doing was sitting down in the shower, hugging her knees and remembering Phil, thinking about how he was gone forever, torturing her own self.

"Is this new shampoo?" Punk wondered, standing in the shower with AJ who was rinsing her hair out under the shower whilst Punk looked at all her products, "Does this one smell nice?" He wondered as she laughed to herself, watching as he opened up the lid and smelt it, "Oh, what's that one?" He looked at the label, "Mango and papaya." He read, "Smells nice." He approved, sitting it back down.

"Here, smell this one." AJ said, taking a different shower gel she used, "It's my favourite." She told him as he opened up the lid and smelt it.

"Ah yes, I know this scent." He nodded as she rolled her eyes, "Smells like your skin." He nodded as she smiled.

"Phil, you look like a wet dog." She smiled, looking on at him with his hair over his eyes. He didn't have his long hair like he did when he was eighteen. He'd cut it recently and normally slicked it back. She really liked it, but when he was sleeping or in the shower, he looked like a little wet puppy. She loved that even more.

"Thank you." Punk nodded, "I might grow it out again." He admitted, "I miss it being long."

"As long as I have something to grab." AJ told him as he smirked and nudged her.

"We all have our preferences." Punk nodded, pulling her body closer to his as she smirked, looking up at him.

They normally showered together most nights when Punk got home from work. AJ was in her first year of law school, so the work load wasn't too terrible. Sometimes they'd enjoy the shower in multiple ways, other times they would simply just shower together, just to be with one another.

"What did you get up to today?" Punk asked her quietly, pushing her against the shower wall, crouching down as she smiled watching him, feeling him kiss her body all the way down until he got to her intimate area, crouched down enough where he parted her folds and dived his tongue straight in.

"Fuck." AJ gasped with a smile, rolling her head back against the shower wall, grabbing a fistful of his wet hair whilst he pushed one of her legs over his shoulders for a better angle, "Oh my God, baby." AJ moaned, grabbing his hair with one hand and cupping her breast with the other.

"You taste so good." Punk groaned, keeping her folds parted as he used his tongue all over her, flicking it against her clit and around the sensitive area, looking up at her as she moaned and gasped.

"Phil, I'm gonna cum, baby." AJ moaned and nodded, "You're gonna make me cum." She cried out as he smiled, using his whole mouth on her as he ate her like she was his last meal, keeping her against his mouth until she finally came, moaning out his name and gasping for air, "Oh my God." She shuddered, smiling to herself as Punk removed her leg from over his shoulder, standing back up straight, "Take me from behind." She smirked, kissing him quickly and turning around, pressing her body against the shower wall as he smiled, standing behind her as he held her by the hips, thrusting inside of her as she moaned out.

"Fuck." Punk moaned.

"Yes, baby. Just like that." AJ smirked to herself as he leaned forward, tilting her head around as he pressed his lips against hers whilst thrusting in and out of her, smiling against the kiss as she moaned against his lips.

He couldn't wait to one day, be all grown up, really grown up. To be married to this woman, to have their own house, to have babies, and to still be as in love with each other as they were right now. He knew it would happen. One day.

AJ sat on the shower floor, hugging her knees as she water sprayed only on her feet, crying to herself for a few minutes and then stopping, and then crying again and then stopping. Her body was trying to cope with this loss but she just couldn't. There was no was no easy way to die, especially so young… but this way was truly torture, because she knew his innocence. She knew he wasn't to blame. Just… no one wanted to listen to them, and none of the evidence they found could have been presented well enough in court. She just couldn't accept it yet.

She eventually got out after running the water for long it had gone cold. She got herself washed, dried and into her pyjamas, coming out of the shower and heading over for the room service menu. Although not having an appetite, she hadn't ate all day and knew that she had to eat at least a sandwich.

"You feeling better after that?" Ben asked as she turned around to him. Did he think a shower was going to cure her sadness? Or was he just lost for words at what to say? She hoped it was the second.

"I just wanna have something to eat and sleep." She nodded to him. She wasn't trying to take her sadness out on him. That wouldn't have been fair, but she really just wanted to hear nothing but silence, and to just be alone.

"Ok." Ben nodded, "I'll be over here, just doing some work." He pointed over to the desk as AJ just nodded, watching him sit down at the desk. It did surprise her how easily he had managed to forget about all the work they'd put into helping Phil. It was like he just threw it all away and was now moving on with his life. She wished it was as simple as that for her. But it wasn't.

She ordered a sandwich to her room and once it arrived she lay in bed trying to force it down her throat but she just couldn't. She just wanted to lay down and disappear from the world, and that's exactly what she did until there was rapid knocks at her door.

"Who the hell-" Ben stood up, walking over to the door as AJ sat up in bed, "Excuse me?" Ben opened up the door as Dean walked straight on in.

"Put the news on. Right now. Put it on." Dean said as AJ shook her head, grabbing the TV remote and turning it onto the news as she looked on, shuffling onto her knees as they all watched and listened to the news report.

"Phil Brooks who was supposed to be put to death today at a minute past twelve through the night was not, due to new evidence come to light." The reporter spoke, "Phil Brooks was charged with the murder and torture of two teenage girls, and by state was sentenced to death by lethal injection. Just minutes before the process, it all stopped and Mr Brooks was taken back to his cell after foreshadowing evidence was brought to detective Michael Rooney's attention." The reporter spoke.

"Oh… my God." AJ shook her head, feeling like her body had just been sparked back up by hope as Dean nodded.

"He's fine… he's not… he's not dead." Dean shook his head, going through a range of emotions. From thinking that his brother was well dead and gone, to turning on the news and hearing that the procedure had been stopped due to some hopeful evidence. It was a range of emotions he was struggling to control.

"We need to… we need to go to the station." AJ said, getting out of bed as she reached for clothes as Ben watched her.

"Wait a minute… don't you think we should wait until tomorrow. It's 1am." Ben said.

"No. I need to… I need to know what's going on. Maybe Michael found something eventually." She said, wiping her face from all the tears as she got her clothes on, not even caring as she stripped in front of Dean, not that he was in a state of mind to pay attention anyway.

"There will be press all around the station." Ben said.

"I'm going." AJ told him firmly, grabbing her coat and flicking her hair out from it, "C'mon, let's go." She nodded to Dean as they quickly left the hotel.

AJ and Dean arrived at the station, pushing their way by the press and walking into the station in search for Michael who looked stressed out by so many people asking him questions.

"Michael." AJ got his attention as he looked up, "What the hell is going on? What's the evidence?" She asked.

"Del Rio's wife." Michael nodded, "She came forward, all in the nick of time too. I had to ring up the prison immediately, they had Phil in the chair, ready to do it. Ready to inject him." He said, "But I called it off, not after what she's told us." Michael said as AJ gulped.

"What? What did she tell you?" Dean asked.

"This guy look familiar to you, Dean?" Michael asked, opening up his folder and showing Dean the picture.

"Yeah… he was… he was one of mine and Phil's foster fathers." Dean nodded.

"He's Dennis." Michael nodded as AJ turned to Dean who tilted his head.

Dean tried to think back and concluded that they weren't even there at his house for long enough to really even take in his name. He would never have thought back to that.

"W-Why him?" AJ shook her head, "What's he got to do with Del Rio?"

"Apparently Del Rio owed him one. I don't know, ok… this is all new to me just fifty minutes ago." Michael said, "When I know the details… I'll let you know." He said, rushing away into the already busy station as Dean ran his hand through his hair and turned to AJ.

"Oh my God." Dean shook his head in disbelief.