Dean was sitting in the hospital. Waiting, waiting for the news; but only good news, if it was bad he didn't know what he would do. Unknowingly he had started bouncing his leg up and down in anticipation. His palms were sweating and he kept stealing long nervous glances at the clock across the room. He tried to stop looking at the clock, it was going agonizingly slow. He looked towards Bobby, who held a sleeping Sam who still had wet cheeks from crying himself out. He looked towards Ellen who was rocking Jo back and forth in her arms, trying not to let anyone notice the tears in her eyes.

Dean had let all of the tears fall from his eyes and stream down his cheeks until he couldn't cry anymore. He was going numb, his leg kept jumping up and down automatically, but he didn't notice it. The noisy atmosphere of the hospital waiting room droned to a dull buzzing in the back of his head, the sadness and anxiety he was feeling washed together into a cold lonely numbness. The world dulled around him, the edges of his vision blurred into a dull gray, as if the world was losing its color. His face dropped and his eyes looked towards the floor to notice the pacifier Jo had held in her mouth had dropped it on the floor. Deans eyes locked onto that dull pink pacifier that was once a vibrant neon. His blank stare followed the pacifier up when Ellen reached down to pick it up, his eyes stayed on the pacifier till Ellen dropped it into a multicolored baby bag, it used to be covered in many shades of purple and blue and spots of pink, now it was just a mix of dull grays that hurt Deans eyes to look at.

Dean knew it was bound to be bad news, no one came back from that sickness, not even her. That sickness claims everyone the second its infected them, they can fight, they can hold on, but it always comes back. Deans heart felt as if it couldn't get any worse, but the second the doctor walked in with a look of sympathy mixed with pity, his heart shattered even more.

"I-I'm sorry," the doctor spoke, " she died on the table, there was nothing we could do." Dean felt a dull shot of rage shoot through him, but it was quickly consumed by the numbness that had covered his mind and body. Ellen gasped and hugged Jo closer to her body and Bobby looked towards Dean with tears lining his eye lids. Sam stirred before gripping Bobbys shirt and gently closing his eyes again. Dean felt whatever shards of his heart where left cracking. He just looked down at his shoes blank faced. The small spark that everyone loved about him went out.

She fought so hard, she didn't deserve this fate, but then again, no one thinks they deserve what they get. Mary Winchester didn't deserve to die. But as she always said, the angels were watching over them.