"What the hell man?!" Dean asked as soon as they were out. "Y/N's dying in there and your sitting in the back grumbling like a dog. Look, if you're mad at me, fine. Be mad at me. But for Y/N's sake, leave that anger outside her room."

Sam's jaw was tight Dean was worried he'd break his teeth. Suddenly, his whole face softened.

"Dean, I can't do it."

"What?"

Sam broke, his face falling. He was desperate. "Just, say it's okay. I just need to hear you say that."

Dean looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Sam," he breathed. "But, I can't tell you that. The only thing I can say is we're running low on time. Don't waste that, okay?"

Sam nodded, quickly clearing his eyes. "You're right. I… I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Don't apologize to me, man. Let's just go see Y/N."

"Hi Y/N," your nurse said as she came around to do her daily checks. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm fine," you respond, not fully paying attention. You had been here for over a week and honestly, were pretty tired. You almost wanted to die now, since they wouldn't let you go.

Sam and Jack were hanging out with you today. Jack was always there, but Dean, Cas, and Sam usually filtered in and out.

"Have you felt any pain recently? Difficulty breathing, heavy chest, coughing more blood, anything else we don't know about?"

You shook your head. A lie.

You were coughing up blood, as you had been for months, but you didn't want to tell her that. You had realized every time you complained they upped your drug intake. At this point, you'd survive maybe two days longer than you would without them, but you wouldn't be able to talk for the last four, because of how high you were. So, you lied to them, trying to prevent yourself from dying completely dazed.

She left and you turned back to Jack.

"As I was saying," he continued. "I'm trying to convince Dean to let us have a date night."

"How? I can't leave-" you tried, but he held up a hand.

"We don't have to leave. I say, we sneak in junk food and spend the evening watching your favorite movies."

You chuckled at the idea. "I'd love to, Jack. When were you thinking?"

"Tonight? The sooner the better, right?"

"Sure."

He jumped up. "I'm going to call Dean and ask him to come pick me up so I can get everything ready."

You smiled at him as he ran off.

Sam, who was on his laptop in the corner of the room looked up when he left. You raised an eyebrow, but he just shrugged. As the silence seemed to get louder, you finally snapped.

"Sam, what is wrong? You don't- You're not talking to me anymore."

He made a face, but didn't say anything, furthering your point. He seemed to realize this too, and sighed.

"Look, Y/N." He ran a hand over his face. "This, is a bit too much for me. I don't know how to feel about all of this."

"Well, I hope you feel a little sad," you joked, but he didn't smile.

"I'm getting used to it. I'm sorry."

"You wish I had told you sooner," you guessed.

He glanced down at his laptop and closed the screen. "I can't help but feel if I had known… maybe we could have done something. Found a way to save you."

You smirked. "Well, technically it is my destiny to die like this. And you know how I am about destiny."

He did laugh at that. "I guess… I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?"

You gave him a smile. "I do."

That's when Jack stumbled in. "Hey, bad news. No date night tonight."

"Why not?" you asked, more curious than concerned.

He sighed. "Dean found a case. He wants me to help. Says I should get out more. And he wants to leave tonight. I'm not going to do it, but I won't have a ride anymore."

"What do you mean you're not going to do it?" You were worried about Jack. "You should go. It does you no good to be cooped up here with a dying girl."

His eyes widened. "Y/N. I can't just leave you here, by yourself. What will happen if you…?"

He couldn't finish his thought, but Sam saved him. "She won't be by herself," he assured him. "I'll stay here with Y/N. You help Dean and Cas on this case."

"But- But what if she-"

"If she gets worse, I'll call you right away. I promise, Jack."

He nodded, then looked at you. "Sam, can I have a moment alone with Y/N before I go?"

"Of course," he agreed. "Is Dean on his way?"

"Yes," he breathed out.

Sam scurried out of the room and you were worried. Jack seemed very on edge all of the sudden and you couldn't understand why. The hunt would probably only take a day or two. Surely you could hold out till then.

Jack walked towards the bed slowly and sat down next to you.

"Y/N, I'm scared."

You raised your eyebrows. "Jack you've gone on hunts before. You'll be fine."

"I'm scared for you," he protested. "Y/N I don't know who I'll be without you."

You took a sharp intake of breath. You knew he was throwing your words back at you and that hit you like a freight train. You thought about how much you loved him. Thought about how much you needed him and what it would be like to lose him. And you realized that you were doing that to him. You were leaving him.

"Jack," you started, unsure of how to go on. "Jack, don't be scared. No matter what happens I will be here. I will always be here."

His eyes overflowed with tears. "I wanted to do so much with you. I wanted to live with you. I wanted to grow up and get married to you and have a life together. Like we see in all those movies… I can't imagine living any other life."

"I'm sorry, Jack." Your voice shook as you went on. "I would have loved that. But I don't have enough time for that. But please, don't give up. You can still have that."

He shook his head. "Not without you."

You reached out, resting a hand on his cheek. "Of course you can. And like I told you, I'll be here, no matter what you do."

He nodded, sniffling. "I know you will Y/N."

"I love you, Jack."

He leaned forward and kissed you, but something about right now was different. It was as if he knew that it was probably the last chance he'd get.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Hey Y/N," Dean said with a grin as he stumbled in. "Sorry we have to steal your boyfriend for a few days. I promise that I'll bring him back in one piece so long as you promise to still be breathing when we get back."

You chuckled slightly. "I mean, I've been trying to get my lungs to cooperate for years so I don't think I should make any promises."

"That's fair." He walked over, pulling something from his bag. "Well, I brought ice cream to make up for it. I hope this will do."

You took the tub from his hands quickly. "Yes, perfect. I love it."

He laughed and dropped the rest of the stuff he'd brought, a spoon and some napkins, on the table next to you. Then he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, like he always did.

"I love you, kid."

"Love you too, bro-bro," you called jokingly after him as he left.

His smile widened at the new nickname and he promised to see you in a few days time, before walking out to Cas and Jack, who were waiting in the car.

"Hey Y/N," Sam said, practically skipping into your room two days later. "How are you doing today?"

He sat down beside you. "I'm dying Sammy," you joked, to which he chuckled slightly.

"I guess that's true."

You knew he didn't like when you joked about your imminent doom, but he appreciated you trying to keep things light.

But today was different. Today, you felt… ready to go. After your conversation with Jack, you thought about everything you wanted to do before you died and honestly? The list wasn't long. And you planned on completing it today.

"Hey Sam? There are some things i want to tell you… you know, before I go," you said, suddenly serious.

His face shifted to fear, as if he knew where this was going.

"Why don't you wait for Dean, Jack, and Cas to get back?"

You gulped, knowing now that you had to say it. To say out loud what everyone dreaded.

"I won't make it that long."

"What do you mean? Of course you will," he said, panicky. You knew what he was afraid of, but you were surprised he wasn't already expecting this.

"Sam…"

He saw your face and knew immediately that at least if you were going to go he was going to listen. But still… he had to try to keep you for as long as possible.

"Okay," he conceded, "just hold on."

He got up from his seat and left the room, standing just outside. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Dean. Dean picked up soon after.

"Dean?"

"Yeah? What's up?"

"You guys need to get back here."

"What why?"

"It's Y/N. She's-"

"Is she okay? Sammy what's going on?"

"No Dean, just listen. She's fine."

"Then what's the issue? Why do we need to drop the hunt?"

"I think she's saying goodbye."

"...We'll be right there."

Sam rentered quietly and sat back down. He didn't say a word, though he wasn't sure what he'd say if he did.

"Sam…" you started. "Are you ready to listen to me yet?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready," he admitted. "But I'll listen."

You smiled at him and tried to remember everything you wanted to say and suddenly felt lost.

"Um, I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this, but… may I have a hunter's funeral?"

He looked at you, appalled. "Y/N, of course. Why wouldn't you-?"

"I'm not a hunter. But, I'm not a demon and I'm not a human, and I don't want to die like either of them."

He nodded as if understanding completely.

"Tell Cas thank you for me…" This was it. The start of your goodbyes. "You know, I've thought about everything I wanted to say to people before I died and all I could think of for Cas was thank you. He's just… he's done so much for me, that I'll never be able to pay him back for. And to you and Dean… you two are basically my brothers. You mean so much to me and I can't thank you enough for giving me a home. And something worth remembering before I died."

He looked slightly startled and asked, "You always knew then, huh? That you were going to die?"

"Yeah… I did," you confirmed.

He sighed and waited for you to continue. "And Jack?"

You thought back to everything you had said to Jack the other day. What else could you say?

"There's so much I could say to Jack, but I don't have a single word… Tell Jack that I love him…" you tried to think of something else, anything else, but came up short. "Yeah…"

"Y/N," Sam said, noticing your increasing heart rate and heavy breathing. "Hold out. The others are on their way."

You shook your head. "I'm sorry Sam."

He did the same, shaking his head at you. "No, Y/N please. Hold on for the others. Don't you want to tell them what you just told me?"

You smiled. "There's a reason I told you it Sam. I'm sorry." Suddenly you felt another presence in the room. At the end of your bed stood a familiar woman.

"Hello Billie."

You were happily surprised to know that Death had come to collect your soul herself.

"Hello Y/N," she acknowledged and then you were thrown from your body, hearing the heart monitor go off next to you.

"Go, go, go!" Dean yelled as they scurried out of the impala and into the hospital. He had rushed there as fast as he could, but Sam's urgent message had him terrified of being too late.

They flew through the hallway, sliding into your room in record timing, but were met with the sight of the nurses pulling a sheet over your head.

Dean looked to his brother, but was only met with tear tracks over a heartbroken man.

You were gone… Really gone.

Jack fell to the ground in the doorway. Dean didn't have to courage to look at him and see if he was okay. And then, in a flash, Cas was gone, disappearing from the room.

Everything had gone wrong.

"I told you you had more to do."

"So, where are you taking me?" you asked, realizing you had to meet your fate, but no longer as scared of it.

She smirked, which only made you more nervous.

"Is it hell?"

She shook her head. "Oh no, someone else bought your soul."

Your wondered if it was possible to feel you heart rate increase after you were dead.

"My father?" you figured, but you didn't have time to get an answer.

There was a sudden light, and you were standing in an open field. Billie had disappeared, obviously having finished her job. And in front of you was…

"Castiel?"

He smiled at you. "Hello Y/N. I'm… very sorry that you died, but I hope you're okay with the outcome."

You tried to shake yourself from your shock. "Cas, are you the one who bought my soul?"

"I did make you a promise. I can't stay, but I'm here to welcome you to your Heaven."

And as he slowly took you away, to see your heavenly eternity, you closed your eyes and for the first time in all your life and death… felt peaceful.

A/N: AHHH! DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT? Don't worry there IS an epilogue which WILL be posted soon!