A/N: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST SEASON 2. I had so many ideas and had to keep writing and rewriting and whatnot cause it wasn't perfect imo. T_T

Also I give up on trying to make a new work for this, so I'll just continue uploading here ig.

In Her Time of Death

Jess wasn't sure what to make of it. Her wounds were completely healed. Not a bruise from the demon's punch, no aching muscles or bones, no nothing. Hell she felt better than she ever had. Or she would have if her mind wasn't a complete mess. It felt as if she said a word, then the world would come crashing down.

Dean had gone silent ages ago. His breaths remained shaky and his eyes were still red, but he was silent. He'd been silent since being threatened by the doctors and nurses to have security called on him.

Sam was next to her on the hospital couch that extended into a bed, his long legs sprawled out in front of him, tears still slipping down his cheeks every now and then.

His dad was on his other side, hunched over with his hands clasped together. This man, on the other hand, had glared at the nurses, doctors, and security personnel so hard that he'd been allowed into the room even when the visitors' limit was three people.

But that wasn't what had her confused. It was the fact that there were two Sharons. One on the hospital bed, the one everyone and her included was crying over. And another running her hands through Dean's hair as she sat on the arm of his chair.

It made no sense. How were there two of her one sister in law?

"I'm gonna go get coffee." John was the first to stand up and leave the room after hours of everyone begging Sharon to wake up.

A few moments later, Sam got up too and walked over to where Dean was. "Dean?" Even his voice was shaking.

Dean just looked up without a word. "You should get some sleep."

The older brother just blinked and turned his attention back on his wife. "No."

"Come on Dean." Sam's hand brushed over his shoulder. "You've been sitting there for hours. Hell, just go take a piss." He wasn't even trying to talk in the polite way he forced himself to in front of her. Jessica took in a breath, trying to breathe in despite the blockage in her nose. A part of her had appreciated the effort a long time ago. But now she just wanted him to be him.

"No." was the curt response.

They were just like each other, Jessica noted. Sharon had been stubborn and saying 'no' just like Dean was.

"She's not going anywhere." Sam said gently. "She'll be here."

"No." Dean shook his head stubbornly. "Those white coated motherfuckers asked if she had a DNR. Who's to say they'll just– just let her–" he never managed to finish the sentence before he covered his face with his hands and shook.

"I won't let that happen to her." Sam knelt in front of his brother. "She's my sister. I'm not letting go of her that easily."

Jess called bullshit on that. Sam had been the silent advocate all along, wanting to let Sharon's body finally rest without the million machines forcing it to work. But he'd caved at the sight of his brother holding onto the faintest hope that she might be able to make it back. And silently, Jess had been cheering too when Sam had given up for the time being. Because Sharon was standing right there, smiling sadly at the sight in front of her. Or she was until a ghostly creature reached out to grab her hand and tug her out of the room.

Jess didn't even have to leave the room to hear the conversation. It was like they thought… no… knew that no one would be able to hear them. Except for Sharon. Her gaze lingered on Jess just a second longer than it did for the others in the room surrounding her dead body.

Sharon finally turned around to talk to the floating wispy figure. "You're a reaper." She noted. "Could you, like, become something more… human like? I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack." The irony of the situation was real.

"Yes." the creature morphed into a beautiful woman. She smiled. "You really love your jokes."

Sharon shrugged. "What can I say?"

"I'm Tessa."

"Sharon. And before you ask me. No, I'm not ready to leave yet."

Tessa's smile faltered. "Why not?"

"I have to make sure they're okay."

Even in death, she was more worried about the rest of them.

"They will be alright."

"I know, but I need to see it. I assume I'm going to Heaven since you're here?"

"Yes…" Tessa nodded slowly. "How long do you want?"

"I don't know… a couple of days? I will go up to Heaven when I'm ready."

Tessa sighed. "It's really not ideal. The longer souls stay in the Veil, the higher the probability of them becoming corrupted."

Sharon raised an eyebrow. "Oh you can't corrupt me more than I already have been. I've already planted the seeds of the omegaverse."

Tessa tilted her head in confusion. Jess tried to keep her face straight despite her confusion too. What was she talking about?

"What?" Tessa asked.

Sharon shrugged. "Oh, really bad stuff. You don't wanna know."

"Oh really?"

"Mpreg."

"What?"

"Male pregnancies."

Jess and Tessa both blinked in shock. "Excuse me?"

"Oh yeah. Alpha, beta, omega dynamics. Alphas can impregnate any omega they want. Betas are like the regular people. Oh the number of omegaverses I read was criminal. You want the visuals? The men give birth and we've got this whole anatomy process–"

"Oh uh okay." Tessa finally cut in. "How about… I come in tomorrow?" She forced a smile. "We can see how you're feeling then."

"Awesome." Sharon grinned and waved off the reaper who dissolved back into the air.

Sharon's spirit, or ghost, or whatever she was right now, sat next to her, crossing and uncrossing her legs every now and then. It looked like she was trying to say something. But Jess wasn't sure if this was just a figment of her imagination, or if she truly was Sharon herself… not in the flesh.

"Keep an eye on Sam and Dean." Sharon finally said. "You're probably confused as to why you're the only one that can see me. And honestly? I don't know why you can see me. I'm assuming it has to do with the fact that Mx. Angel isn't yapping about why I died before he– sorry they could find a better vessel." Jess had no idea what she was talking about. "Welp, the Angel won't let you mention them either, so like… yeah. There's that." She sighed. "As for me… I'm just a soul right now. Everyone has a soul, and sometimes the soul gets separated from the body. Special circumstances. I guess being brain dead is one of them. I should be going to Heaven, that's what you saw earlier. Tessa the reaper is here to take me to Heaven. Honestly, I thought I would be going to Hell." Her laugh was bitter. "But as it turns out even a damned soul like me is going to Heaven." Damned soul? "And I'll go, but there's something I need to make sure of first…" Sharon's 'soul' walked over to Dean and Sam and she squeezed Sam's shoulder. As if Sam could sense his sister next to him, he leaned into the touch. "See, the Winchester men have a strange habit. They keep sacrificing themselves for each other." Sam was pleading with Dean again, to take a break. "And I'm trynna stop that." Sharon's big black eyes met hers. "So, I know this is a lot." Sharon looked like she was going to cry. "But keep an eye on these two idiots, yeah? I've got a stupid father in law to watch." And with that, her soul vanished with a poof.

Jess didn't know what to make of it. Souls? Heaven? Hell? All those were real? More importantly an Angel was in her head? What the actual fuck?

"Dean– Dean please." Sam was begging again.

"Alright, fine." Dean finally snapped. "You want me to go take a shit trip?" The shorter but still large brother dragged his feet into the bathroom that was right behind him. The fact that Dean wouldn't even move a foot away from Sharon made Jess' heart ache.

"Jess." she looked up when Sam said her name. "What do I do?" Sam's voice shook.

Jess held out her arms and motioned for Sam to come to her. If she spoke then she was afraid she would break down even worse than any of the men in the room. And then Sharon's soul would be dealing with not just three but four sobbing people.

Sam just buried his face in her shoulder and cried. She held him tight. It could have been her on the bed. But she wasn't. Because for the second time that year since she'd met the woman, Sharon had saved her again. At the price of her life this time.

John Winchester had a daughter to save. And, due to circumstances, a son as well. John knew better than anyone what it felt like to lose someone. Hell, he'd lost Mary so many years ago and he was still grieving her death. It had consumed him until he'd turned the grief into rage and then let it burn what was left of him till even the ashes had burnt.

And now he could see Dean going down the same path. When he thought that everyone else was sleeping, he would reach out to brush his hand over her hair and kiss her forehead, only to whisper to her that he was going to kill the motherfucking bitch that had done this to her.

He'd ruined his older son's life, he saw it now. He saw it a little too late. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try and set it right.

He grabbed the supplies from his truck and sighed. How many years would he get? Would he even get any years? His fingers curled around the Colt. The metal was cold, but it instantly warmed in his hands. Maybe with this… he would be able to save his kids without even needing to give up his life. He'd found the Colt before, he could do it again. He slammed the false back of his truck shut and headed to the boiler room in the basement of the hospital. He dodged hospital staff like he'd done so many times before and made his way to the one place where no staff would come into unless it was an emergency.

He drew the symbol required with the chalk. His hands trembled as he gripped the chalk, and sweat from his palms made the chalk dust stick to his skin even more than normal. He'd never been this nervous before when drawing symbols. And yet, as if his hand was being guided by some invisible force, the symbol was drawn with completely straight lines and perfect circles.

He reached for the candles next, placing them slowly and precariously as instructed in Sharon's screen device, iPad as she'd called it– or was it her iPhone? He didn't know, and he didn't care. What he did know was that she was a genius for digitizing most of Bobby's lore books. There were several notes scribbled onto the sides, detailing translations, with frowny faces in some places and bright suns she'd drawn into corners of the digital scans of the pages. There was even colour added to it, the candles glowing bright on the blindingly bright screen in the darkness of the basement. He lit up the candles, but even then they didn't compare to the glare of the screen encased in fading purple.

Then he placed the black bowl in the center, completing the perfect summoning ritual. To summon Azazel.

He was doing this for Dean. For Sharon. He told himself. He flicked his pocket knife and the blade slid out easily from its oiled sheath. The blade was sharper than the day he got it, and somehow even more intimidating than ever.

Again. This was for his kids. He reminded himself. For Dean, for Sam, for Sharon, and maybe even for Jessica. He hadn't even met his future youngest daughter-in-law's parents yet. He let out a humorless laugh. He was failing as a father once again.

He dragged the blade across his palm, and let the blood drip into the mixture in the black bowl. And then was the chant. He forced his voice to be steady, speaking slowly and enunciating each Latin word with precision.

Once he finished the incantation, a hand landed on his shoulder. His muscles tensed.

"What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?" It was a man's voice.

Excuses started running through his head. Or they would have if he didn't recognise the voice. "I can explain."

"Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me."

John cocked the Colt and raised it to the new man's forehead. "How stupid do you think I am?"

The man– no, demon– his eyes glowed. Yellow. Yellow like the fire that had consumed Mary and life as he used to know it. "You really want an honest answer to that?" Two more men appeared out of nowhere, and now John was surrounded. "You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them."

John didn't falter. "I could always shoot you."

"You could always miss." the demon laughed. "And you've only got one try, don'tcha? Did you really think you could trap me?"

"Oh, I don't want to trap you." He lowered the gun. Killing the demon wasn't his goal today. Not today. His goal was to save his kids. "I want to make a deal."

Dean wasn't feeling anything. But he was feeling everything at the same time. Nothing about Sharon on the bed had changed. Her heart rate was the same, her breathing was the same, the beeping of the monitors was the same, and her lack of movement was also the same. Yet, it felt like her presence had shifted. Like she'd left him. His eyes watered but he shoved them out of the way. If– no– when she woke up, he was going to greet her with a kiss. Whisper to her 'good morning sweetheart' like he'd done so often for the past three years.

Sam was a little less nagging now that he'd practically forced his jaw open to pour water down his throat. He'd gone right back to Jess after the tiniest hint of a smile of triumph, and Jess was cradling him close on the hard couch, both of them biting down on their lip every time it quivered.

Jess' parents were coming over at some point, weren't they? Dean hadn't exactly met them last time. Yeah, they'd said hi and all that, but it had never been a formal meeting. He supposed, as Sam's pseudo guardian, he should at least make an effort to know their names. Maybe he would even gauge how comfortable they were going to be with Sam asking for Jess' hand in marriage. Would he also get an invite? Obviously. He was going to be Sam's best man. And Sharon would be his plus one, dressed in something that covered her knees for once, and with her arms and legs shaved and her face threaded to look absolutely perfect. And when he would take her to the dance floor after Sam's and Jess' first dance, he would kiss her so that her pink lipstick stained his and they would laugh at how awkward but happy Sam and Jess looked.

Yeah. That was his goal for the next few years. Maybe he should start working on that best man speech. Would Sharon take on any roles at the wedding? Maybe flower girl. He almost snickered at the thought of her throwing petals down the aisle surrounded by several other little girls.

Actually, maybe the sight wouldn't be too bad. He knew she liked kids. And even though he refused to admit it, he did too. He'd pretty much raised Sammy, and while it had been annoying, it had been rewarding. He would ask her when she woke up, if she wanted any little ones. Like seriously this time, not just a joke as they drove, not just something said in passing while they were too sleepy to think straight.

Yeah, all those sounded like good ideas. Once Sharon woke up, he would tell her all about it. And she would hum another little tune, because he was pretty sure that was also the name of a song she liked.

So why did it feel like she was never going to?

"It's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?"

John looked at the demon in his glowing eyes. "It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Sharon. You've got to bring her back."

"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. Is this for Dean?" It took every ounce of strength from John to not shoot the demon between the eyes. "If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them."

"It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do her."

"Don't be so sure. She killed some people very special to me. But still, you're right, she, and Dean, aren't much of a threat. And neither is your other son." the demon sighed. "You know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children?"

"Yeah. I've known for a while."

"But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb." For some reason, John felt like he wasn't the only one that was meant for.

"Can you bring her back? Yes or no?"

"No." John raised the Colt again. "But I know someone who can." the demon smiled. "It's not a problem."

John lowered the Colt yet again. "Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that they're okay. With my own eyes."

The demon gasped dramatically. "Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?"

Why was that even a question. John shook his head. "Fine. So do we have a deal?"

"No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot."

"With what?"

"There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more."

"What do you want?" Whatever this demon wanted, he was going to get it.

"I think she knows already."

She?

John stiffened when he saw her. Standing right there, between him and the demon. With her thick hair falling down to her waist and her silver ring catching the muted light of the basement. He couldn't see her face, but he would recognise that voice anywhere.

"You leave the Winchester family alone. And you'll have what you really want."

"You're supposed to be dead." John breathed.

"I am." was the short response.

"The Colt stays with me." the demon demanded.

"Yeah, sure."

"And you go to Hell."

"Works for me."

John's throat tightened. What?

She stepped closer to the demon. "You promise to leave the Winchesters, the Moores, Bobby, and all of Sioux Falls alone."

"That's asking a lot." the demon laughed.

"Then no deal."

"John seems too eager to strike one."

She finally turned around to face him. Her face was calm, too calm. It was the face she forced on when the family was breaking and she had to keep them all together from clawing each others' throats out. "Back off." she said to him.

"No." John wasn't going to start taking orders from her.

She raised a hand and John went flying into a wall. He gasped as the wind got knocked out of him. He struggled to breathe, and whatever she was doing was keeping him from talking. "He's not striking any deals like that."

"Smart girl." the demon whistled. "You know how to weed out the competition."

"So deal or no deal?"

"Let's go over the terms one more time…"

"Leave the Winchesters, the Moores, Bobby, and all of Sioux Falls alone. You and your people. Leave. Them. Alone. Whatever they do, don't interfere. And don't you, or your minions, even think of making a deal with any of them."

"Oh but dear there's so many of those families– And what do we do if they come for me? You can't tell me to just sit back and watch, surely?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about. I'm not even asking you to protect them or anything. Just to never lay a finger on them. They're just a bunch of puny humans, am I right? Without the Colt, they can't do anything."

"Smart little negotiator…" The demon's grin widened. "And I get you… and the Colt?"

"Go for it."

No. John wanted to scream. He wanted to grab her and shake her till she got the sense knocked back into her.

"I'm gonna be a little generous." the demon chuckled. "I'll give you thirty minutes with your tiny little insignificant family."

No. No. That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her to live out the rest of her life with Dean. He didn't want his son dealing with the pain of having his wife ripped out of his life. Not after their mother. And Sammy– Sammy would be devastated. He had looked so happy when Sharon had shown up, following her like a puppy with his textbooks open because she was the only one that seemed to support his passion for learning.

He still thought it was useless. His kids should be learning about how to stay alive, about how to live in this cruel world. But he couldn't disregard the way both his boys' eyes lit up when she dragged them into the more mundane things of life, complained about her day while she stitched them like human pincushions. And he enjoyed them too. He liked it when she would throw a ball of yarn at him and tell him to untangle it for her. He loved it when she treated celebratory dates loosely, unlike his sons who threw tantrums if he made it back three days after Thanksgiving or got stuck in a storm on the way back on Christmas. There would always be something waiting for him when he stopped by Bobby's, or placed on the nightstand when they were cooped up in motel rooms.

"Sounds like a terrible idea. But I'm selfish as fuck. So I'll take it."

John looked on in horror as the demon's nasty lips covered Sharon's in a one sided heated kiss. She stood there stiffly with her arms balled up at her sides. But the demon, the monster, was taking his time, and enjoying every moment. He only pulled away when Sharon slammed her foot into his knee, sending the creature stumbling.

And John gasped for breath as he fell to the floor and everyone else in front of him disappeared. Along with the Colt.

Dean wasn't even paying attention to what the doctor was saying. Sam was, Jess was, and that was enough for him. He focused on his wife, and his wife alone. A thread of hair got blown into the crease of her eyes because of the AC, and he brushed it aside.

It twitched.

Dean leaned closer. Her eyelid. It twitched again. Before finally fluttering open. "Sweetheart?" he whispered, carefully. Everyone stopped talking and snapped their heads to the woman on the bed. Like she would break if they moved too much or talked too loud.

And her lovely little eyes stared back at him.

His heart got caught in his throat. "Guys, she's awake."

"It can't be." the doctor shook his head. "She's brain… dead…" the doctor's eyes widened when her head shifted to frown at him. "Oh my God, she's awake." The doctor rushed to her side.

Dean scowled but let the man do his thing. The doctor shone a light into her eyes that made her squint and leaned over to check some weird things on the monitor.

Dean forced himself to not punch the doctor right then and there. Sharon was awake. And once the doctor was done with his doctor stuff, he would be able to hold and kiss her again, for the rest of his life.

The doctor and the nurses worked together to remove that stupid tube from her throat, and she gasped and choked when it disappeared.

"We'll give you guys a minute." one of the nurses said and the medical staff left the room.

Dean was immediately at her side, cradling her head and rubbing her back. "Hey, hey. It's okay, sweetheart." He felt the most joy he'd ever felt in his life when she leaned against him and clutched at his shirt. "I got you. I got you, baby. You're okay." He kept whispering to her as he knelt on her bed.

She scratched at her throat and Sammy was ready with a glass of water. Dean tilted her head back and Sam helped her gulp down the water.

"Hey," Jess was the first to ask. "How are you?"

"Been better." was her rough answer.

"Wanna eat something?" Sam produced a granola bar from his pockets. Chocolate flavored, the only kind she actually ate.

"Sam, I don't think she can." Jess said gently.

Sharon cracked a smile. "Yeah." She ducked her face into Dean's chest and he felt her relax in his hold. So he held her tighter.

"Thought you were dead." he whispered. Damn, his throat was closing up.

She just smiled back, sadly. And Dean's heart sank. But she was here, wasn't she? And nothing was going to get her unless it went through him, Sam, and Dad. right? He would die before he let anything happen to her. Again.

"Thank you. Again." Jess whimpered, finally breaking down. "For saving me. Every single time–" she gripped Sam's hand like a lifeline. "Thank you–!" she gasped and Sam wrapped an arm around her, tears streaming down his face too.

"Yeah." Sam managed to choke out. He sat down with Jess on the other side of the bed and took hold of his sister's hand. "We've got you. So you just need to rest. Alright?"

"Wait." Sharon suddenly lifted her head off of Dean's chest. He tightened his grip on her waist at the loss of contact. "There's so many things I need to tell y'all–"

"Sharon." came a booming voice. Dean, Sam, and Jess looked up to see a panting John Winchester leaning heavily on the door of the room. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held himself back.

"John." Sharon's voice was so small.

Dean glared at his Dad. "Dad. Not the time." He pulled her back against him. He was going to protect her this time. Never let her out of his sight. And he would even fight his Dad if he had to.

"Dean." his heart stopped at the way she said his name. "Dean, can you get me some coffee?"

"No." was the immediate answer. He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Sammy can get it."

Sharon forced a smile. "I want you to get it."

Dean didn't like how her eyes darted to the clock. "No."

"Please?" And she gave him that big doe eyed look that made him crumble. But not today.

"Absolutely not."

"We'll get it." Sam swiped at his nose and sniffled. "We'll get some for all of us." He nudged a shaking Jess and she stumbled after him out of the room.

"I'm not leaving." Dean reminded her, and she nodded.

John turned back at his eldest kids. It took him everything to not break down at the sight. The two of them clung onto each other, as if soaking in each other's everything because they knew this moment wouldn't last. He glanced at the clock.

Again, Dean noted. Both Sharon and John kept looking at the clock in the room. "What is it?" he finally asked. "What happened?"

"She made a deal with the devil."

"Huh?" Dean was confused. "What is that supposed to mean?" deep down he knew.

"She sold her soul." John gritted out. "She sold it to Azazel."

Dean looked down at the tiny woman in his arms with nothing but shock. Her? Sell her soul? Goody two shoes Sharon who returned stolen items to the police station? His sweet Sharon who hadn't had a sip of alcohol in her near three decades of life? His lovely Sharon who had never had sex until she married him at age 24? That one? "Bullshit."

"I wish it was, son." His dad looked broken.

"It's true, Dean." he hadn't expected her to confess to it.

His throat felt tighter than it had when she'd been declared brain dead. "No." He took a couple of deep breaths. He had to get things straight. "So what happens now? I-I mean the demon wanted something, right?"

"Thirty minutes." was his Dad's reply. "She goes to Hell in thirty minutes. That was the deal."

"And what did you want?" He had a feeling he knew what she had asked for.

She leaned up to kiss him. But for once in his life he didn't return it. She pulled back. "For you all to be safe."

"Safe?" he couldn't believe his ears. "Safe from what?"

"From him." Sharon was tearing up now. "From Azazel. Dean, you, Sammy, Jess, John– you guys can have a life. Without the demons ever interfering again."

He didn't know what to say.

"I'll leave you kids alone." His Dad said sadly. Dean looked up as the man left the room, sliding the door close behind him.

"Dean, please." He looked back down at the only woman who had shown him unconditional love. "Promise me you'll live a happier life." He kissed her instead. All tongue, all teeth, nothing else in between. She whimpered into his mouth and her body shook as he felt her tears on the pads of his fingers. This woman– this woman that had ruined him into a mushy chick flick mess– was now telling him she was going to disappear from his life, and go to Hell. He pulled back to let her breathe.

She took a deep breath before coming for him again. She opened her eyes as she glanced at the clock. And Dean glanced there too. Thirty more seconds.

He could see the gears in her head turning as she counted in her head.

Not a countdown so they could time their climax. Not a countdown so he could get his pie straight from the oven.

He kissed her harder. She was his. And he wasn't going to let her forget that. He clenched her hand that had her wedding band on. The silver was cold against his skin, but her palms felt colder.

She pulled away at the literal last second, and his breath caught when she whispered "I love you."

And the monitor flatlined.

"Code Blue. Code Blue." Sam sighed at another announcement. But he listened for the room number anyway. Just in case. His own heart stopped.

That number. Sharon's room number.

Jess broke into a run.

Sam followed.

The coffee cups fell to the floor, and staff yelled at them to stop and slow down. But he couldn't. Jess made it first.

"DNR. The husband signed a DNR." repeated a nurse.

"In that case… Time of death. 4:44 PM."

"Please– that's my sister!" She cried, trying to push past the flock of nurses trying to keep her outside.

"Jess." Dad's voice was a hoarse whisper. "She's gone."

"They're not even resuscitating her!" His girlfriend screamed. "Tell them to do something!" Her bright blue eyes looked at him. "Sam! They're not– they're not doing anything–"

"She's gone." Dad repeated again. And walked off. He walked off.

What was that supposed to mean? Gone? "Dean?" And why wasn't Dean doing anything? "Did you really–"

"I signed her DNR." Dean wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Why?" Sam demanded. "Why?" He hissed. "She came back! She could have come back again! We– we could have done something! A-a spell or-or I don't know turn her into a vampire– She could have lived."

"Enough, Sam!" Dean yelled. "She's gone. What part of it do you not understand?! You were the one that told me to just let her go when she was declared braindead. You fought for the DNR then. So what changed?!"

Dean was finally looking at him. His green eyes that were usually calm and full of unfiltered mischief were clouded with anger. Sam swallowed.

Dean forced himself to breathe. "She's gone. Alright? That's just it. She's gone." And he walked off too.

Jess was curled up on the floor, sobbing.

Sam stood in the doorway as the nurses started… post mortem care. He'd been ready to let go the first time. But after seeing her alive and smiling like always, he'd regained hope. And now she was dead again.

Forever.