Chapter 16: Getting Out.

"Hey, Dean!" A ten year old Jean calls out walking into the cheap Texas motel room where the Winchesters are currently staying. "I've got something really cool to show you! Come here!"

"I'm busy helping dad! Like you're supposed to be doing too! So you need to come here!" Her twin shouts back to her from the bedroom.

She starts making her way through the combined living room and kitchen area to the bedroom area. Her little six year old brother, Sam, is sitting at the small kitchen table eating a ham and cheese sandwich. Jean stops to greet him, "Hiya, Sammy!"

"Hiya, Jeanie. What's that around your neck?"

Resting around Jean's neck is a three foot long western diamondback rattlesnake. It isn't hissing or rattling its tail, just laying calmly draped over her shoulders. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for the flickering tongue one could accidentally mistake the snake as being dead or a fake. "My new slithery friend." The rattlesnake lifts its head then rests it on top of hers.

Sam's eyes widened, "Dad is going to blow his top, Jeanie."

She just gives him a lopsided grin before continuing to the area with the two beds in it. She walks in to see her brother sitting next to their dad on one of the beds. John is showing Dean how to pack shotgun shells with rock salt. Jean walks over to stand in front of her twin. "Hello, Dean-o. Hi, daddy. I want you to meet my new friend. His name is David Hisslehoff."

Dean looks up just as the rattlesnake wraps its tail loosely around Jean's neck. "Holy shit!" Dean screams, scrambling backwards on the bed away from Jean.

John's head jerks up to look at what made Dean so afraid. "Fuck!" John shouts in surprise and to John it feels like he's about to have a heart attack. The look of horror and fear on John's face is priceless as Hisslehoff rubs his head against Jean's cheek. "How in the hell did you manage this, Jean!"

Sam, Jean, and Bobby decide to bury Dean's body in an unmarked grave in a small clearing in the woods near Pontiac, Illinois. Bobby and Jean both want to burn Dean's body, but Sam insists that they bury it instead. So the three of them make a crude coffin out of pine wood that Bobby buys from the closest lumberyard. After drunkenly hitting her thumb with the hammer multiple times, Bobby orders Jean to start digging the grave while he and Sam finish the coffin.

Jean has been drinking ever since Dean's death. While both Bobby and Sam have been drinking more than usual as well, it's nothing compared to Jean's drinking. From the moment she wakes up, she has either had a bottle of whiskey in her hand or a bottle of beer. Quite frankly, Bobby is scared that Jean's going to die of alcohol poisoning.

After they cover the homemade coffin with the last of the dirt, Jean pulls out her cell phone and plays Led Zeppelin's 'Ramble On' with tears running down her cheeks. Bobby hands the two remaining Winchester siblings each a bottle of beer before taking one for himself. Jean and Bobby quickly gulp down their beers, but Sam only takes a couple of sips from his own bottle before pouring the rest out onto Dean's grave, as a sort of farewell to his brother.

After the song ends, the three hunters walk back to their cars. Bobby gets inside of his old, beat up Dodge Charger while Sam gets behind the wheel of the Impala. Jean hesitates for a moment before climbing into the backseat of the Impala and lying down. Within thirty minutes Jean passes out.

Jean finds herself back inside of the house where Dean died. Once again, Jean's back is pressed against the wall and she is incapable of moving. In front of her, Dean is on the ground screaming in pain as a huge black dog attacks him. The dog has glowing red eyes and it's flesh appears to be rotting and falling off of the bones. "Jean! Help me! Please! Why aren't you helping me?! Jean!" Dean screams while reaching out for her as the hellhound tears into the flesh of his chest with it's sharp fangs and claws.

"Dean!" Jean struggles to free herself from the invisible force that's keeping her from helping her twin. "No!" She starts to sob as she is forced to watch Dean being torn apart again.

Suddenly, Dean and the hellhound disappear along with the screams of pain and the hungry growls. Jean can feel cool metal bars pressing against her back and a large hand running through her hair in an attempt to soothe her. "Shh, it's okay, kitten. I'm here." Jean turns around and desperately tries to squeeze through the bars of the cell to get to Lucifer's embrace. But no matter how hard she tries she cannot get through. Suddenly, two strong, cold hands come to rest on both sides of her face. "Stop. You're going to hurt yourself."

She lifts her head to look Lucifer in the eyes. When their eyes meet Lucifer is disturbed by what he sees causing him to nearly step away from Jean. Her normally bright emerald eyes have dulled considerably, as if something inside of her has died and is now lost forever. She looks broken and Lucifer doesn't like it. He decides to visibly check on her soul and frowns when he discovers just how dim and cracked it is. He's heard rumors about how when one twin dies a part of the soul of the other twin dies with them. "Why didn't you help me, Lucifer? I tried to call on your grace against Lilith, but it never responded. Why?"

Lucifer trails one of his hands up Jean's face and through her fiery red hair, "It takes a huge amount of energy to send even a small amount of my grace to you. So to send the amount of grace that I did when you fought with Ruby, exhausted me and I could not do anything."

"Why would you give me that much grace then? I didn't need that much grace to put that demon bitch in her place."

Lucifer chuckles, "True...but I sensed that my little kitten was enjoying being a fierce tigress and how could I deny you that?"

They remain in comfortable silence for a while with Lucifer stroking Jean's hair. "If you keep petting me like this, I might start purring like the kitten you like to refer to me as."

Lucifer chuckles slightly and continues to run his fingers through Jean's hair, "Fascinating fact, angels purr as a way to provide comfort to each other. Especially to fledglings."

"Really? What's a fledgling?"

"A very young angel, you humans would refer to them as babies and toddlers. Then there's younglings, which are like your children and preteens. Juveniles are next, of course, then adult angels." They fall into a comfortable silence again and stay that way until Sam wakes her up when they arrive at Bobby's house in the early morning.

Bobby, Jean, and Sam continue to grieve, but in separate ways. Bobby keeps himself busy by helping other hunters over the phone and when he's not doing that, he's drinking. Sam buries himself in book after book looking for any way to bring Dean back and avoiding his older sister. Jean spends her time getting so drunk that she passes out and every time she does, Lucifer is there to chase away her nightmares and comfort her. She's becoming dependent on Lucifer when she's asleep and alcohol to make it through when she's awake.

After being at Bobby's for two weeks, Jean notices Sam leaving the house with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder and she follows him outside, stumbling along the way. Jean watches as her little brother places his bag into the backseat of the Impala, "Goin' somewhere?" She asks from behind him, making him jump a little from surprise.

Sam turns around to face Jean, "I'm going after Lilith."

"Are you insane?!" Jean yells at him, upset that her little brother; who was smart enough to get a free ride into Stanford; could be this stupid. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"I can kill her, Jean! You saw what happened! She tried to kill me, but couldn't! I can kill her if I use my powers!"

Jean's jaw clenches, "No! Dean didn't want you to use your psychic crap and you're going to disrespect his memory by running off and doing the very thing he fought so hard to keep you from doing!" She slurs out.

"That bitch killed Dean! Do you seriously expect me to let her get away with it?! What am I supposed to do? Lay around getting drunk all day like you! I'm sure Dean would be really proud of you, Jean! "

This last comment really hurts Jean, but she doesn't let it show on her face. She refuses to give Sam the satisfaction. "I expect you to use your brain a little, Sam! The only thing that you're going to accomplish by going after Lilith is getting yourself killed!"

"Oh, now you care?! Where was your concern when Dean's time was running out?!" Sam yells, getting in Jean's face.

"Excuse me?" Jean is confused by what her brother is implying.

"You know exactly what I mean, Jean. Almost the entire year while I was trying to save Dean, you did nothing to help! You didn't care about Dean at all!"

Jean stands to her full height, making her only an inch shorter than Sam. "How dare you say such a thing?! I loved Dean! And I did try to save him, but when the Devil himself says that there's nothing even he can do to break the deal, you kinda lose hope." Sam looks at her in confusion, "I love you too, Sam! And I will not allow you to throw your life away for something as stupid as revenge! I may not have been able to stop Dean from doing something stupid...but I can stop you."

Sam shakes his head, "I need to do this, Jean. You're not going to stop me."

Jean opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything Sam punches her in the face hard enough to knock her out. She falls to the ground and Sam moves her to a place where he's sure Bobby will find her. He then gets behind the wheel of the Impala, starts the engine, then drives away.

Ten minutes later, Jean is shocked awake when cold water is poured on her face. She slowly sits up and spits out a little bit of water before opening her eyes. Jean sees Bobby standing over her holding an empty bucket. "What the hell happened to you? You pass out again?" Bobby asks her.

"No. Sam's going after Lilith. I tried to stop him, but he beat me to the punch...literally." Jean replies, rubbing at the spot on her cheek where Sam hit her.

"What?! We need to go after that idjit!"

Jean shakes her head, "No. We both need to sober up first and then we'll look for Sam." Bobby helps her to her feet and together they head back inside of the house.

Bobby and Jean start searching for Sam the next day. Jean calls the phone company to have them turn on the GPS on Sam's phone, but the employee tells her that they can't turn it on because the phone is no longer in service. So Jean and Bobby begin calling in favors from other hunters asking them to keep an eye out for Sam and to call them if they hear anything about him or Lilith.

A month passes by and Jean has lost weight since Dean's death due to not eating properly. She and Bobby still haven't had any success in finding Sam. However, Bobby finds a case in Florida and Jean decides to work it now that she's not constantly drunk. Apparently, a few female college students have mysteriously gone missing and were later found with strange marks on their necks.

Jean arrives in the town of Cedar Key, Florida a few days later and checks into a crappy motel at the edge of the town. She quickly gets dressed in her FBI outfit and then drives to the morgue where the bodies are being kept. When she enters the building a receptionist notices her and politely asks, "Can I help you?"

Jean takes out her fake badge and shows it to the young woman, "Yes. I'm with the FBI and I'm here to see the bodies of the young women that were found a few days ago."

"Doctor Langstrom is expecting you...well, not necessarily you, but someone from the FBI. Sorry, I ramble on when I'm nervous."

Jean gives the woman a small, forced smile, "It's okay. I understand. Where can I find Doctor Langstrom?"

The receptionist points down a hallway, "Down the hallway to the left and just follow it to a set of double doors."

Jean thanks the woman then walks down the hallway and through a set of swinging double doors. When she enters the medium sized room where the morgue stores the bodies, a middle-aged man with brown hair looks up at her from where he's examining a body. "Hello. What can I do to help you?"

Jean shows him her fake badge, "I'm Agent Jediah Knight with the FBI. I'm here to examine the bodies of the female college students."

"I'm Doctor Henry Langstrom. Grab some gloves and a face mask and I'll show you the bodies." He tells her while motioning to a table near the doorway that has a box of latex gloves and face masks sitting on it. She puts on a mask and pulls on a pair of gloves. She then walks over to where the doctor is standing near the body of a young woman with brunette hair. "This is the latest body found, Samantha Rhodes."

"Do you know the cause of death?"

Langstrom nods, "All four died of blood loss." He turns the dead girl's head to the side to give Jean a better look at the strange marks on the girl's neck. "Whatever the perp used left these marks and I've never seen anything like 'em before. All four bodies have these wounds on their necks."

Jean leans in to get a better view of the wound and immediately notices that it was made by fangs. At first, Jean thinks that the wound was made by the fangs of a vampire, but as she studies the marks more carefully; using her finger to measure the space between the puncture marks and even sticking a pinky inside of the wounds to measure the depth; she comes to the conclusion that they are too close together and too deep to have been made by a vampire. "Has the toxicology report come back yet?"

"Not for Samantha Rhodes, but it has for the first three victims. The reports show that all three had some kind of unknown toxin injected into them that caused a mild form of paralysis. So far there's been no success in identifying the toxin used."

Jean is now positive that a pair of vetala are behind the killings, but examines the other three bodies just to be sure. After she finishes at the morgue, she tracks down the last known person to see Samantha Rhodes alive; her best friend Alice Turner. She learns from Alice that she and Samantha were at a bar called The Blue Rose the night that Samantha disappeared. The two were at the bar for a couple of hours when they were approached by a pair of really handsome men. The two men wanted to take Alice and Samantha to a really 'awesome party'. Alice had to study for an exam, so she turned them down, but Samantha went with them. Jean asks Alice for a description of what the two men looked like and Alice tells her; both men are tall, one has spiky black hair with blue eyes and the other dark brown hair with a goatee and grey eyes.

Jean returns to her motel room after questioning Alice. She changes out of her suit and into a pair of jeans and a green v-neck T-shirt. She laces up her combat boots, grabs her car keys, then leaves the motel and drives to The Blue Rose bar. She orders a beer then finds a table where she can observe the entire room without drawing too much attention to herself, making sure her back is to a wall..

Three hours and ten beers later, Jean finally sees a man that matches one of the descriptions given to her by Alice Turner. Jean watches as the brown haired man approaches a young strawberry blonde hair woman wearing a royal blue sleeveless, strappy back cocktail dress sitting at a table by herself. After talking for a few minutes, the woman invites the man to sit down. Half an hour later, the woman stands and leaves the bar with the brown haired vetala. Jean stands up to follow the two, but a deep male voice causes her to stop in her tracks. "Hey, gorgeous. What's a beautiful woman such as yourself doing all alone in a place like this?

Jean turns around, only to find the black haired vetala checking her out. An idea pops into her mind and she starts to act like she's intoxicated; which isn't too much of an act since she's had twelve beers by now. "I just broke up with my ass of a boyfriend and I'm looking to have a little fun to cheer myself up." Jean says, pretending to slur her words.

The vetala smirks, "Lucky for you, I know exactly where you can have a great time, gorgeous. Come with me." He grabs Jean's hand and starts to lead her towards the exit. She pretends to stumble a bit; to ensure that the vetala feels like she doesn't need to be paralysed. The black haired vetala catches her, chuckling slightly. "Whoa! Easy there. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself before we get to where we're going."

Jean giggles, "Oopsie daisy. I can be such a klutz sometimes." She discreetly checks to make sure that her silver knife is still tucked securely into the waistband of her pants and hidden by her shirt. Satisfied that it's still there, Jean follows the male vetala down a deserted alleyway. They come to a stop outside of a boarded up old convenience store, which looks to have been abandoned since the 80's. "This is where we're going? Doesn't look like there's a party here?"

"Oh, trust me, gorgeous...my brother and I are going to show you the time of your life," he says, ominously. He opens the door and shoves Jean inside. He follows her inside, putting an arm around her shoulders to keep her from running away. Little does he know, that's the furthest thing from Jean's mind. Looking around, she quickly takes in her surroundings: the only light in the large room is being provided by ten battery powered lamps, debris litters the floor, the glass doors that used to house the store's cold drinks, are all shattered, and the only furniture is two chairs that are placed as far away from the boarded up windows as possible. In one of the chairs, sits the woman from the bar, who is now obviously paralysed by the vetala's venom. Next to the woman stands the brown haired vetala. "Hey, Gerald. I've got another girl," the black haired velata addresses the brown haired one, whose name is obviously Gerald. "This one's so drunk, I doubt we even need to bite her."

Gerald smiles, "Good job, little brother. Bring her over here and tie her to the chair. Make sure you bite her afterwards...just in case." The black haired vetala starts to lead Jean across the room and she stealthily slips her silver knife out of the waistband of her jeans and into her hand as she pretends to trip. The vetala roughly pulls her back onto her feet. "Tony, after we drain these two bitches we need to move on." Gerald tells the younger vetala, "We can't risk attracting the attention of any hunters."

Jean mumbles something under her breath and Tony asks her, "What was that?"

Jean suddenly stabs him through the heart with her silver knife. "I said, 'too late'." She then twists the knife all the way around once before pulling it out. Tony's lifeless body falls to the ground at her feet.

"No! You bitch!" Gerald screams at her and thinking that he's about to lunge at her, Jean prepares herself for his attack. Instead, he grabs the woman from the bar and his fangs descend. Jean rushes forward to stop him, but she's too late. The vetala sinks his fangs into the girl's neck and rips out her throat. He lets the body drop to the floor and the woman releases her final breath that comes out as a gurgle due to all of the blood. For a moment, Jean doesn't see the body of a young woman that she doesn't even know, but the body of Dean and she freezes. Gerald notices and quickly takes advantage of the moment to rush her. He tackles her to the ground causing her to drop her silver knife. He sits on top of her, pinning her to the floor and snapping her out of her daze. "I'm going to bleed you dry, bitch." Jean reaches for her knife as the vetala's fangs descend once again. Her hand wraps around the handle as Gerald buries his fangs in her neck. She cries out in pain then raises the silver knife. She manages to plunge it into the vetala's chest and through his heart. She twists it fully and the vetala dies on top of her.

Jean rolls the vetala's body off of her and tries to stand up, but the vetala's venom is already taking effect and Jean finds it difficult to move. Suddenly, she can feel a pulse of Lucifer's grace flow through her, purging the venom from her body and stopping the bleeding. Slowly, the paralysis leaves her limbs and she is able to move once again. Jean carefully stands up and pulls her knife out of the vetala's body. She raises her hand to the place where she was bitten and feels blood. She uses the knife to cut off a strip of cloth from the bottom of her shirt then uses it to wipe away the blood. She then shoves the piece of cloth into the back pocket of her jeans.

She leaves the run-down store and makes her way back to The Blue Rose bar where her Mustang is parked in the parking lot. She gets behind the wheel and drives back to the motel that she's staying at. When she arrives, she gets out of the car, walks to the trunk, and after opening it, grabs a couple of emergency bottles of 'hunters helper' aka whiskey.

For the next few hours, Jean drinks the whiskey, trying to forget about her recent failure, about Dean, and how she has failed him and Sam as a sister. She's completely drunk when the sound of fluttering wings breaks the silence of the room. "Hiya, sweetcheeks!" Jean quickly turns at the unexpected sound of another voice, which, in her drunken state, results in her falling off of the wooden chair she's sitting on and onto the floor. "Whoa, careful there, sweetheart."

Jean just lays there, "Gabe? Whatcha doin' here?" she asks him, badly slurring her words.

Gabriel raises an eyebrow in amusement before bending down to help Jean to her feet. "I was in the neighborhood when I sensed your presence, so I thought that I'd see how you're doing. Apparently, not very well." Gabriel's honey colored eyes meet Jean's emerald eyes, which are glazed over from all of the whiskey she's been drinking. He notices the slightly healed wound on her neck and turns her head so that he can get a better look. "What happened?"

Jean reaches up and tangles her fingers in Gabriel's hair. She then tells him, with a drunken smile on her face, "Vetala bit me." He places his hand over the wound and a warm tingling sensation spreads throughout her body causing her to moan in pleasure. Unknown to the female Winchester, her body is beginning to produce a pheromone that only angels can smell. When he catches the scent, Gabriel's pupils dilate and his wings flare into a very impressive mating display and it takes all of his strength to keep himself from pouncing on Jean. Gabriel thought that the scent of an unbonded etam was damn near irresistible, but he was wrong...The scent of an unbonded etam in estrus would make even Michael succumb to her. "Know wha, Gabey? You are a very 'andsome man, uh, angel? Mangel?"

Gabriel chuckles then picks up an almost empty whiskey bottle, "How much of this have you drunk today?" He asks her, his voice husky from his desire for the female in front of him.

"Nough so tha' I don't think bout my dead bro or the otter brother tha' I 'ave no idea is alive or not." Jean nearly falls again but Gabriel catches her. Jean then leans down and captures his lips with her own. His lips taste wonderful; like a mix of chocolate and peppermint and Jean moans loudly again. Gabriel can't help himself and he eagerly kisses her back. Gabriel knows that Lucifer is aware of him and Jean kissing; he can sense Lucifer's grace starting to swell within Jean as a warning for Gabriel to back off. But her delightful scent is overwhelming his sense of self-preservation; she smells like honey, vanilla, and honeydew with just a hint of rain. By now all three sets of Gabriel's wings are fully extended with the blue feathers completely ruffled in arousal. Suddenly, Jean breaks the kiss in order to take in a lung full of air. Gabriel takes this opportunity to begin kissing and nipping at her neck as she tilts her head back to observe his display. He shifts his wings which causes the light to reflect off of the feathers and keeping her attention on them. "Yer wings are sooo beautiful. So preeeeetty."

Jean reaches up to gently run her fingers through the covert feathers of Gabriel's main set of wings, but he moves his wings out of her reach. Growling softly, he grabs her waist with both of his hands and easily pulls her against him while continuing to kiss and lightly bite at her neck. Gabriel finds the sweet spot on Jean's neck causing her to gasp and moan loudly. She tangles her fingers in his hair once again as she lifts her right leg then hooks it around his left hip. Gabriel moves his left hand in order to hold her right thigh. Jean rolls her hips against his, desperate for some friction in between her legs, and Gabriel responds by grinding himself against her core. She whimpers and he grunts in pleasure. "Bond with me?" He asks her before pressing his lips against hers again.

Jean is about to cave and say yes to Gabriel when her phone rings. The ringtone is 'Leather and Lace' by Fleetwood Mac, Jean's ringtone for Nick. Instantly, Jean snaps out of her euphoria and is now feeling incredibly guilty. She breaks the kiss, "Gabe, we can't. I can't...Nick."

Gabriel somehow manages to stop himself and he lets her down slowly as he comes to his senses. He takes a moment to try and block the smell of her estrus out and gain more control of himself. "You're right we can't do this. You're drunk and Luci would slaughter me...repeatedly."

Jean stumbles over to the nightstand where her phone is, but before she can answer it, it goes to voicemail. Jean shrugs slightly, "I'll call him tomorrow, when the room calms the fuck down and stops spinning." She flops down on the bed face first.

"I need to go, sweetheart. I can only block the smell of your estrus out for so long before I pounce on you again." Gabriel tells her.

She turns her head to look at her archangel best friend, "What's estrus?"

"It's the period of time when you are capable of conceiving a fledgling."

"Okie dokie. Imma go to sleep now. Bye-bye," she states and promptly passes out. Gabriel chuckles in amusement before snapping his fingers and making quite a few candy bars appear on the nightstand for Jean. He then flies away to his temporary apartment.

Jean looks around her in surprise; the cage seems even darker than it normally is tonight. "Luci?" she calls out to the fallen archangel.

A ferocious snarl comes from directly in front of Jean and she jumps in surprise; having had no idea that he was there. "Did you enjoy making out with my brother?" He shouts at her, waves of anger flowing out from the cage and nearly overwhelming her.

She moves closer to the bars until she can finally make out Lucifer's fiercely glowing crimson orange eyes and dark silhouette. "Okay, yes, I kissed Gabriel." Lucifer hisses, "I was piss-ass drunk at the time."

"You are mine! No other angel can have you. You. Are. Mine!" Jean will never admit this to Lucifer or anybody else, but Lucifer's possessiveness immensely turns her on. All of a sudden, her scent wafts over to Lucifer and he flares his wings in what would've been an awe-inspiring mating display, but the impact of it is mostly lost due to the surrounding darkness. He begins pacing behind the bars like a lion in a cage and eyeing Jean as a predator would its prey. "So you're in estrus...I can't blame you or Gabriel for either of your behavior then." He says, his voice husky from arousal.

"First of all: I may be your intended etam but you don't own me! Second: if anybody has the right to be upset at me for kissing another man, it's Nick not you. Thirdly, are you seriously trying to put the moves on me immediately after lashing out at me?"

Lucifer snorts in an attempt to clear the scent of his etam's estrus from his nostrils; he wants to be angry with her, but her scent is making him want to woo her. Lucifer succeeds in blocking out her 'come fuck me' pheromones and glares at her. "Fine, then let's see how well Nick helps you with your night terrors." He snaps his fingers and the cage starts to fade away. Before it's completely gone, Jean hears Lucifer say, "Enjoy your nightmares."

Jean wakes up the next morning after having a night full of the worst nightmares of her entire life; not only did she dream of Dean being ripped apart by hellhounds, but she dreamed that Sam was being killed in various ways by different creatures. She might have gotten a total of four hours of sleep last night.

Jean takes a shower and after getting dressed, she grabs a bottle of whiskey, then takes a couple of huge gulps from the bottle while debating on whether or not she should call Nick. She finally decides, picks up her phone, then dials Nick's number. "Hello?" Nick's deep voice says from the other end of the line.

"Hi, Nick."

"Jean?! Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for over a month! I was beginning to think that you were...dead."

"To be honest with you I kinda feel dead...at least on the inside. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry, Nick. I've been going through some stuff and didn't think that you would want to be a part of it."

"What's going on, baby? You can tell me anything. I will always be there for you no matter what, especially if you're going through a difficult situation."

Jean sighs, "My twin brother, Dean, is dead. I had to watch as he died a very violent death and I've been spending most of my time getting drunk." She can hear Nick take in a sharp intake of breath in shock. "Two weeks after Dean's death, my little brother, Sam, took off on his own and I have no idea if he's even alive. And last night, I failed to save the life of a young woman. I'm a complete and utter failure, Nick. I couldn't save Dean or that young woman's life. I couldn't stop Sam from running off by himself after a very dangerous criminal. I feel so weak and useless."

"Oh, baby…That's, that's not true at all. You know as well as I do that there are just some events in our lives that we have absolutely no control over. Is there anything that I can do to help you through this?"

"No. To be honest, with Dean and Sam gone, I'm thinking about quitting. Nothing is the same anymore and I doubt it ever will be again. I'm done, Nick. I'm just...done."

Without the slightest hint of hesitation Nick replies, "You can move in with me if you want. You can finally settle down in one place like you told me you've always wanted to do. And maybe someday," Nick pauses, "we can start a family."

Jean is at a loss for words as she realizes that Nick is basically telling her that he can see them having children together someday. "I would like that, Nick. Yes, I'll move in with you," she tells him, smiling a real smile for perhaps the first time since Dean's death. Just give me a few days to get everything in order and let my uncle know."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few days, baby." Nick says happily.

"See you in a few days, handsome." Jean replies before hanging up. She just sits on the edge of the bed for about ten minutes thinking about the choice she just made. She does feel guilty about giving up on the search for Sam, but at the same time, she knows that Sam is an adult and she can't force him to stay by her side. Jean's thoughts are all jumbled and going a mile a minute inside of her head and she needs to take a few more mouthfuls of whiskey to calm them down. She then begins to imagine what her new, normal life is going to be like. She smiles at the thought of no longer having to be on high alert twenty-four seven. Having a regular job. Maybe even having a few kids with Nick. She would go to school plays, dance recitals, and football games, maybe even join the PTA.

Jean shakes her head to clear it of her wishful fantasies. She's getting ahead of herself; it will most likely be quite a while before Nick is ready to have another child.

Then there's still the whole etam/ugear thing with Lucifer...What if he gets free of the cage and comes after her? She's sure that he wouldn't hurt her, but what if he hurts Nick? This thought causes Jean to pause and reconsider her decision and her relationship with Nick. In the end, she decides to stick with her choice in quitting 'the family business', as Dean used to refer to it as. She's not entirely sure what she'll do if Lucifer is ever released from the cage, but she decides to worry about that bridge if she ever comes to it.

She stands up from the bed, packs up her belongings before she picks up her duffel bag, then leaves the room. She checks out of the motel then gets behind the wheel of her beloved Mustang.

Jean arrives at Bobby's house a few days later, absolutely exhausted from the lack of sleep due to her vivid nightmares. Even after drinking until she passes out, she hasn't been able to get more than 3 hours of sleep per night. There's heavy bags under her eyes and the stench of alcohol clings to her. Jean parks her car before turning off the engine then getting out. She walks to the trunk, uses her special key to open it, then starts to empty out the hidden compartment under the false bottom of the trunk of her car. She places all of her guns, ammo, knives, stakes made out of all types of wood, and all of the other weapons used for hunting supernatural monsters into several empty bags that she bought at a small thrift store. She then secures the false bottom and replaces the three duffel bags containing her clothes inside before closing the trunk. Jean picks up the bags of weapons and makes her way to the front door of Bobby's house. Since her hands are full, Jean kicks on the bottom of the door to knock.

After about a minute, the door opens and Bobby is standing there with a glass of scotch. "Jean? Geez, you look like death warmed over. What are you doing here? I thought you were on a hunt in Florida?" Bobby asks as he moves to the side to let her inside of the house.

"Hi, Bobby. Yeah, I was. It turned out to be a pair of vetala. I managed to kill one, but then I made a bad call and the other vetala killed an innocent woman before I could kill him." She walks past him and into the kitchen. She carefully sits the bags down on the floor then turns to face the man who is a second father to her. "I'm done, Bobby."

Bobby looks at the bags in confusion, "What's going on?"

"I'm getting out of hunting." She gestures down at the bags, "I want you to have my hunting equipment."

Bobby looks shocked, "What! Why?"

"I...can't do it anymore. Everyday, I find myself thinking, 'Without Dean and Sam what's the point?' And we both know that kind of mindset is a death sentence in this line of work. So, I'm calling it quits before I get myself or any more innocent people killed. I've lost so much already, Bobby. Mom, dad, Sam, Dean, more friends than I can count, and now Sam, again. I don't want to lose what may be my only chance to have a normal life, too."

Bobby sighs, but nods his head in acceptance. "I understand. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

Jean smiles at Bobby and gives him a hug, "Thanks for everything, Bobby. I'm going to get a new phone soon, but I'll make sure to call you every once in a while and let you know how I'm doing."

Bobby smiles back at her, but there's tears forming in his eyes. "If you ever need anything, give me a call and I'll be there in a flash."

"Goodbye, Bobby." She says, walking to the door.

"Goodbye, Red. You take care of yourself out there." He follows her to the door and watches as she walks to her Mustang. As she's getting into her car he yells, "If I hear that you've been killed by something supernatural, I will personally summon your idjit ghost back here so that I can kill ya myself."

Jean smirks at him before starting the car, pulling out of the driveway, and beginning the long drive to Delaware.