A/N: Hey guys! Did you like the last chapter? I want to warn you guys that there is a mention of suicide in here. It's not to bad, but I wanted to warn you ahead of time. Also, if you like the chapter. PLEASE TELL ME! I love you guys, but I never here anything and I'd love any feedback you have!

The building had obviously been abandoned not too long ago. The only indicator that no one worked there was how bare it was. There were chairs and desks, but nothing personal and no advertising for the companies within the building.

Cas had you situated at the top of a large balcony which overlooked the opening Michael was stationed in. You risked a glance over the edge to where Michael was sitting.

Dean Winchester was looking not too worse for wear. You could imagine that was Michael healing his vessel, but you were impressed. Maybe Dean was stronger than you thought.

Cas set out all the ingredients you had collected, as you opened the spellbook to the correct page. You laid it out in front of your station, then gave Cas a nod.

He returned the gesture, then moved to stand in the opening of the balcony. His job was to protect you from the other two angels who were no doubt going to find you on the balcony.

You slowly took the vial of Dean's blood and poured it into the bowl. You turned to make sure Cas was facing away from you before picking up a knife and slicing a bit of your own hand.

It stung as the blood slowly dripped around your palm and into the bowl, mixing with Dean's. You quickly covered your hand up with a towel and whispered a few words. The blood swirled together and suddenly a jolt went through your entire body.

Oh no, you thought and you risked another glance over the edge of the balcony and found Michael was standing, facing the other way. He must have felt it too.

"The Cambion," he snarled, finally sensing your presence. "I know you're in here, Y/N. What did you do to me?"

You quickly pulled away from the edge, afraid of being caught and got to work on the actual spell.

What you had just done wasn't part of the spell. It's for the best, Y/N. It's the only option we have.

You set aside the newly fused blood and began to throw things into a clean bowl. The stones, some hair, and bones. All the while chanting the spell.

There was a noise from outside. No doubt one of the angels had found you and charged Cas. You could also hear Jack in the distance give a cry.

The fight had started.

You closed your eyes and kept chanting. Concentrate.

You picked up the blood and poured it into the concoction. One more ingredient. You quickly spread some dry grass across the top of the bowl.

Okay, you reminded yourself. It's going to be okay. You just have to drop a match into the bowl and this will all be over-

"Y/N!" Cas yelled behind you.

You didn't even have time to turn around before someone grabbed you by the shoulder and ripped you away from your station.

It was a female angel. She had thrown you to the ground was now on top of you, angel blade in hand. She held it under your chin, preventing you from doing much to fight back and you had dropped the matches in the fall.

Don't speak. Don't speak.

You knew that if you said a word, you would break the spell and possibly ruin your chances of doing it again.

A glance to the side told you Cas wouldn't be much help. He was currently in battle with the other angel and he didn't exactly have the upper hand.

You grabbed the angel's wrist and kicked your legs up, throwing your attacker off balance. You quickly pushed her off of you and used the wrist that you held to control her blade and stab her with it.

You held your hands up to protect your eyes as her heavenly form died and left you with a girl with burned out eyes and large charred wings around her.

You didn't have time to feel bad, as you turned back to your spell, which was fortunately not knocked over in the fight and grabbed a match.

"NO!" you heard Jack yell and you looked up to see that Michael was flying towards you, probably having noticed you were up there during your small battle.

You weren't afraid though. You smirked and held his eye, as you dropped the match and the contents of the bowl lit up in a large flame that separated you from Michael.

Once the flames died down, you saw Michael, only feet away from the ledge of your balcony, disappear from Dean Winchester's eyes. Then the man, now only a man, fell, reaching out for something to stop him.

You scrambled to the ledge, realizing what would happen to late and saw Dean Winchester hit the ground. And as he did, you felt your entire body ache, and you fell backwards, your heartbeat slowing… and then stopping.

When you sat back up again, you couldn't help but stare at your cold lifeless body, which stayed on the floor. Your hair fell around your head in a halo shape and one of your arms was twisted funkily behind your back.

Cas was still in battle with the other angel. He probably hadn't even noticed you yet. That's probably good, you tell yourself.

"DEAN!" you hear Sam yell and your remember why you were there in the first place. As you stare over the balcony, you see Sam drop down next to his dead brother, Jack following behind him. And the ghostly shape of Dean, standing above them, staring at his heartbroken younger brother.

"Dean Winchester," you say firmly and he turned to look at you.

He looks shocked to find that you aren't staring at his corporeal form, but at him. "You," he says. You are surprised at how much softer his voice is, when he's not being used by Michael. "You're the girl that Sam and Jack were working with."

"I am," you say, then step off the balcony, knowing that there was no real worry, now that you were dead.

You hit the ground gracefully and approached Dean.

"That spell… did it kill you?"

You shook your head and went to answer, but you saw Dean staring up at the balcony you had just left. Cas was up there, firmly shaking your shoulders, but you knew that he could tell. You were gone.

"Y/N?" Jack whispered. He was already crying, but looking up at Cas holding your unmoving body caused him to fall down sobbing.

You opened your mouth and wanted to say something to him, anything, but you knew you couldn't.

Dean was still staring at Cas, watching as the world fell apart around his family. They had lost, big time.

"It wasn't the spell," you said slowly. "I was worried that separating you from Michael would kill you. So, I attached my life to yours."

"What? Why would you do that?"

"I-" you started, but a suddenly feeling washed over you as another person entered. You came face to face with a young woman in all black, holding a large scythe. She stood calmly, watching you and Dean for your first moves. You could only say one word, "Death."

"Billie?"

You were shocked that Dean would call Death by a mortal name, but you weren't going to question it. In fact, you didn't want to say much at all.

"Y/N." You felt your body shake when she said your name. "You aren't supposed to be here."

Your chest hurt and you took a shaky breath before saying, "Dean isn't either."

"Yes, he is. He has a notebook that says he'll die here and now… you do not."

You nodded and forced yourself to drop all fear. This was your time. This was the reason you connected yours and Dean's lifeforms. And you wouldn't mess it up by staring in the face of this, normal looking woman.

"Does Jack have a book saying he'll die soon?"

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked you.

"Suicide. A couple of days from now. Does it say that anywhere?" You were headed in the right direction, you could tell by her face.

"What are you saying? Jack probably couldn't kill himself if he tried."

You shook your head. "Oh, believe me. He'll find a way. Look at him." You pointed at the broken boy on the ground. "If Dean Winchester is dead, Jack won't last much longer. You know he won't. He's already tried to kill himself on multiple occasions because he thinks he's a monster. And if that weren't bad enough, my death on top of Dean's will be the final blow. Now maybe, yes, Dean can die right now, but Jack cannot. We need Jack, you know that."

Dean looked baffled at what you were suggesting, but Death just chuckled. "Is that why you're here?"

"I'm here to make a deal," you said, finally getting to your plan. "You can have me, take my soul, but let Dean live."

"Y/N-" Dean said, but he didn't get very far.

"A valiant offer." Death looked almost unimpressed and you were terrified at what she was going to say, but you weren't going to let up yet.

"I'm already dead, so this goes against no rules of your own-"

"Except letting a dead man walk free," she quickly interjected.

"I accept full responsibility for that."

"That doesn't help me," she said, bitterly and took a step towards you. She looked surprised when you stepped back. "Y/N, you're still scared of me."

"You haven't given me much reason not to be," you retorted.

She raised her eyebrows, but didn't argue. "Maybe that's true," she crept forward, "but here's what I must do. Y/N, you only have one book." She took another step in your direction. "You only have one way you must die and you know that."

"I'm giving you another option-"

"That I can't take," she said simply. "The reason you can only die on one day if because you have so much more left to do. You're important, Y/N. And I can't prevent you from that."

The next minute, she had reached out to touch your forehead and you found yourself gasping for air. You sat up quickly and assessed the situation. You were back on the balcony and a quick look behind you told you you were in your own body again.

"Y/N?" You turned to see Cas staring at you. He was sitting in the doorframe of the balcony with wide eyes. "What happened? You were dead."

He crept forward towards you, almost not believing it was true.

You were going to answer him, but you were cut of by Sam. "Dean!" he cried and you scrambled to see.

Dean had sat up and was looking around between his brother and Jack, until he looked up and met your eyes. You glanced away.

"Dean, what happened? I thought you were…"

"Dead," he finished. He met your gaze once more, but this time you didn't turn away. You tried to tell him not to tell his brother what had happened and he seemed to understand the fear in your eyes. "I was… but we can talk about that later."

Sam nodded, with tears in his eyes and hugged Dean. That's when Jack, no longer on the floor, seemed to notice you.

"Y/N!" he cried and ran towards the balcony, standing below it. "Y/N! We did it! You did it!"

You gave him a soft small. "Yeah, we did."

Sam broke away from his brother and grinned at you as well. "Y/N, we thought you were dead too. Come down and join us."

You chuckled, before realizing how exhausted you were. You took in a few deep breaths and said, "I think I need a nap first."