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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘

𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴

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Delaney Winchester winced as she shrugged her jacket back on after the doctor had checked her over. She had made it out of the car wreck with a dislocated shoulder and a minor concussion from when her head hit the window, tiny scratches littered her face from where the passenger side window exploded and hit her. Turns out the truck driver was possessed by a demon and it fled when Delaney threatened to shoot it with the Colt.

The paramedics showed up about an hour later after the truck driver who had been previously possessed called for one. It took some sort of persuading but Delaney and Sam Winchester - the only two conscious and mostly unharmed Winchesters - but they got the truck driver to relax and assured him that they weren't pressing charges nor were they mad at him. 'Cause technically it wasn't even the guy's fault at all. Just whatever demon took over his body.

Sam, since he was sat in the middle of the back seat while he tried to keep Dean upright, only walked away with a few cuts across his face from where the glass from the window hit him from the passenger side door that got crushed by the truck. Dean Winchester and John Winchester had got it worse since John was on the side that got hit and Dean because he was already injured, but it got worse when he got slammed into his door from the force and Sam knocking into him.

"Delly, can you say something? Anything?" Sam asked. He was leant against the wall by the door and he wore a look of worry.

"What is there to say, Sam?" Delaney mumbled and slid off the hospital bed, pushing her way out of the room and over to Dean's where a breathing machine was hooked to his mouth and he looked almost the way he did that time he almost died a few months ago. Looking at him killed her and it sucked. She could already feel her anxiety tightening its grip on her throat and her heart as all the bad scenarios flashed across her mind.

Sam sighed sadly as he stood next to her, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. "Don't freak out, Delly, alright? Dean will make it through. We'll figure something out just like last time."

Delaney let out a small whimper as her eyes welled. She had never seen Dean look so broken before. Dean was always exuding strength and a sense of not having a fuck to give in the world. Seeing him defenseless and lying in his practical deathbed for the second time wasn't something she wanted to see.

"Your dad is awake," the doctor announced as he stepped into Dean's room. "You both can go see him if you like."

"Doc, what about our brother?" Sam questioned, looking from the doctor and back to Dean - who without the breathing machine would look like he was just sleeping.

The doctor sighed softly and held his clipboard in front of him. "Well, he did suffer some serious injuries - blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. It's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of Cerebral Edema."

Delaney sniffled and dropped to the chair next to her brother's bed and gripped his hand that had several cuts and bruises along his knuckles and fingers. "Is there anything we can do?"

"We won't know his full condition until he wakes up," the doctor explained and the two siblings nodded as they understood. "If he wakes up."

"IF?!" both Winchesters exclaimed in unison, Delaney bolting up from her seat in shock.

The doctor gave them a sad smile. "I have to be honest. Most people with his degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He is fighting very hard, but you need to have realistic expectations."

Delaney barely heard the rest of the doctor's words as he talked to Sam, it all sounding like he was miles and miles away from her. The world felt like it was slowly coming to a full stop and the sudden force of pain in her chest made her feel incredibly dizzy. Dean was yet again dying and she didn't know how to save him this time.

To be honest, the last time they saved Dean they were all extremely lucky. He could have never been picked and would have never been saved by the Reaper that was possessing the body of the reverend, no thanks to his wife. If Dean didn't have such a big and sarcastic mouth, it's possible he wouldn't have been picked and he would already be dead. This time Delaney wasn't so sure what they could do to save him.

Eventually the doctor left the room and Sam took Delaney's hand in his to drag her over to John's room that was two doors down from Dean's. He was sitting up in his bed and looked okay asides from the cuts across his face like Sam's and his broken right arm that was in a sling.

"Here, Sammy," John was saying as Delaney and Sam stood at the foot of his bed. "Give them my insurance."

Sam took the insurance card from John and raised an eyebrow at the name scrawled across it. "Elroy McGillicuddy?"

"And his three loving kids," John added with an amused smile as the two siblings took a seat in the two chairs next to his bed. "So... what did the doctor say about Dean?"

"Just whatever he had already explained to you before he told it to us," Delaney replied. "Look... if the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to - that's all. I don't know. Sam and I can find someone... hoodoo priest or something."

"We'll look for someone, Laney," John promised his daughter. "But, I have to be honest, I don't know if we will."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up to her dad. There had to be someone they could call, right? "Sam found the faith healer before."

"That was one in a million."

"So... what? We just sit here with our thumbs up our ass and just wait for Dean to miracuously wake up from something that the doctors say he won't?"

"Delly..." Sam warned gently.

Delaney huffed and leaned back in her seat, her arms crossed across her chest. Leave it to John to bring down her mood. It shouldn't even be a shock at this point.

"I said we would look, Delaney, okay?" John said, sounding defeated and tired. That made two of them. "I'll check under every stone."

Delaney sighed and nodded, deciding to just trust John and let him figure it out. He was the master of all of this anyways, wasn't he? It also didn't help anyone if the both of them were arguing like usual.

"Where's the Colt?"

"Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam scoffed incredulously.

"More like his son is dying and all he cares about is this damn demon."

"We are hunting this demon and maybe it's hunting us, too," John snapped at the two siblings. "The gun may be our only card."

Delaney rolled her eyes and held back whatever she truly wanted to say. "In the trunk of the Impala. They dragged the car to a yard off I-83."

"You both need to clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside."

"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out," Sam responded. "He's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."

"Okay, then you both go meet up with Bobby," John ordered gently. "You get that Colt and bring it back to me. Watch out for hospital security while you're at it and, Sam, just watch out for your sister."

"I got it covered," Sam assured John as he stood up along with Delaney. "We'll be back later."

"Hey," John called and Delaney turned back to see him holding out a piece of paper with a list on it. "I made a list of things I need. Have your Uncle Bobby get them for me, Laney. Okay?"

Delaney took the list from her dad and her eyes scanned the list. It was definitely not your average shopping list as she didn't necessarily recognize anything on the list and none of it sounded like food or materials he would need now. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What is this for?"

"Protection," John shortly answered.

Delaney felt slightly skeptical, but didn't question it since they did need protection from the demon. "Hey, Dad.. you know the demon? He said he had plans for me and children like me. You have any idea what he meant by that?"

The question had been haunting her since Yellow Eyes brought it up. What could a demon possibly want with her and other children like her? She and Max seemed to have about the same powers if Yellow Eyes tried to make her move the Colt back at the cabin. Her premonitions came at random and she couldn't control them and she did make the one dresser move when Max trapped her in the closet when he tried to kill his step-mother. It was all too much for her to handle at once and it made her head pound with a horrible migraine.

"No, I don't," John responded after a minute. A minute too long maybe.

"Delly, come on!" Sam yelled from the down the hall.

Delaney's head snapped over to John's hospital door before she said a quiet good-bye to John and left the room.

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"Dean is gonna be so pissed," Sam commented as he, Delaney and Bobby stood in front of the totaled Impala. It's whole right side was crunched in, the back tire seeming like it was floating without it being attached to the body. The paint was mostly taken off on the right side and the back part of the roof was bent inwards. All four windows were blown in and the glass from the windshield was completely gone.

Delaney could barely take her eyes away from it. She never pictured that the Impala would look like this because of how much Dean obsessed over the car. It treated it like it was his own child and was constantly making sure it had no dirt on it or scratches. It was why Dean was the main one to drive it. He didn't want either of his siblings messing the car up. At least if he was behind the wheel, Dean could control what happened to it. For the most part.

"Kids, I have to be honest with you here," Bobby said as they moved closer towards the car. "This just ain't worth a tow." He propped open the hood of the car and examined the inside of it before letting it close shut again. "I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap."

Sam removed some of the items from the trunk that miracuously all survived the crash. Thankfully that was the case because his laptop had been in there. "No. Dean would kill all of us if we did that. When he gets better, he's gonna wanna fix this up."

"There's nothing to fix," Bobby retorted as he circled the car, or at least what was left of it. "The frame is a pretzel. The engine is ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."

"Bobby, if there is only one part working then that's enough," Delaney cut in, agreeing wholeheartedly with her brother. No way that they could just junk this car. It was a sentimental item to Dean. To be honest, the car even grew on her and it pained her to even think about having to ride around in any other car but this one. "We aren't just going to give up on... " She froze as she almost said Dean instead of the Impala.

Sam and Bobby seemed to notice her almost mistake and they exchanged a concerned glance. It was obvious to anyone that came into contact with the eldest and youngest sibling that they had a special relationship. Delaney loved both of her brothers the exact same, but there was always something special between Dean and Delaney. Part of it was because since he was older, he was always the one to take care of her when John was away and they weren't at Bobby's. Sam did help out as well with watching over her, but Dean had always been the bigger father figure to Delaney.

Sam used to tease the both of them all the time that they were both twins just born six years apart from each other. They were too clones of each other in appearance and Sam always said it was the reason they fought constantly. They were too alike and it caused them to clash heads more often than not. Their stubborness always being the wedge between them, but it was also why they always made up within five minutes.

"Okay. You got it," Bobby agreed after having a silent conversation with Sam over the roof of the Impala.

Delaney dug in her jacket pocket and tugged out the list John had handed to her before her and Sam left the hospital. "Here... Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him."

Bobby raised an eyebrow and took the list from Delaney, his eyes scanning the words quickly. "What John want this for?"

"Protection from the demon," Delaney explained.

Bobby looked to the siblings across from him nervously. Obviously there was something about that list that didn't sit right with Bobby. Delaney knew the list sounded odd to her and Bobby's pale expression only added on to the gut feeling.

"Bobby?"

"It's nothing. Just..."

"Bobby," Sam prodded, also seeming to grow nervous by Bobby's expression. "What's going on?"

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Delaney stormed through the hospital while Sam yelled after her to calm down and not blow a gasket. She was far from blowing a basket. She was about to blow the whole free world right now after she found out what their dad wanted all that stuff for. Sam had been trying to calm her down since they left Bobby's with the stuff. Why they left with the list of stuff he wanted still, Delaney had no idea. It was like she was agreeing to what John wanted to do.

"You think I wouldn't find out?" Delaney snapped harshly as she shoved the duffle bag down by John's bed once she was inside.

Sam rushed in behind her and placed his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. For someone so short, Delaney could really move rather quickly. "That stuff from Bobby? You don't use it to ward off a demon - you use it to summon one! You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown!"

"I have a plan, Laney," John said.

"That's exactly my point!" Delaney yelled, throwing her hands into the air.

"Delly..." Sam warned quietly since she was getting loud, but she didn't care at that point.

"No, Sam," Delaney growled at him before turning her burning gaze back on John. "Dean is lying on his fucking deathbed and he has a plan! You care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

Sam groaned and dropped into the chair by John's bed, burying his face in his hands. This argument escalated way too quickly and he couldn't even calm it down.

"Do not tell me how I feel, Delaney," John snapped, pointing a stern finger in her direction. "I am doing this for your brother."

"Oh please do explain then, Dad. I would love to hear how summoning this demon is going to save him," Delaney remarked, clenching her fists tightly at her side. "How is revenge going to help Dean? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!"

John's eyes narrowed at his youngest child and the look would send anyone else running for the hills, but not Delaney. "That's real funny, Delaney. I thought this was your obsession now, too. This demon killed your boyfriend and your mother. You begged me to be apart of this hunt! Now if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

"So you're blaming me for Dean's condition?" Delaney thundered, completely at her wits end with him. "That thing was possessing you. I would have killed you, too!"

"Yeah and your brother would be awake right now!"

Sam bolted out of his seat when he saw Delaney go to attack John. He held her against his chest as she thrashed against him violenty. "Guys, st- "

The last part of Sam's sentence was cut off when the glass of water that sat on John's table flew off and crashed to the floor, the glass shattered and the water sprayed across the floor.

Delaney's eyes widened as she went still in Sam's arms. She slowly met her father's gaze and he seemed as bewildered and confused as her and Sam did. Outside nurses rushed past the room as a loud beeping sound came from a few feet away.

"Something's going on out there," John noted and jerked his head to the side for the two siblings to go check on it.

Sam's arms slowly came from around his sister's waist and they followed the rushing nurses that lead over to Dean's room where his machine was flatlining. Multiple nurses stood around Dean's bed as they tried to restart his heart with the defibrillator and one nurse pumping the blue balloon on Dean's breathing tube to pump air into his mouth.

Delaney whimpered as her knees went weak and Sam caught her before she could fall to the ground. "Dean!" She cried as Sam brought her into his chest and hid her face from the scene in front of them as his whole body began to shake.

The doctor had to switch to CPR since the defibrillator method seemed to not work at all. The nurses all screamed different instructions to each other while the flatlining sound continued throughout the room.

"We have a pulse!" one of the female nurses announced as the flatlining switched to a slow rhythm, causing Deaney to relax against Sam. "We are back into sinus rhythm."

Delaney pulled away from the Sam the second the nurses and doctor left the room before rushing over to her eldest brother, crawling onto the small open space next to him and curled up into his side, hugging him as best she could around all his wires and tubes. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, you big idiot."

Feeling something rub her back gently, she turned to look up at Sam, but almost fell off the bed when she noticed he wasn't behind her but on the other side of her. "Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Tell me you felt something so I don't seem crazy."

Sam and Delaney exchanged a look before they were both bolting back to John who seemed to visibly relax once he was told that Dean was okay. However, he seemed to become confused when the kids tried to explain to him that something was going on. Something weird.

"I don't know. I felt something, Dad," Delaney explained, waving her hands around frantically. "It almost felt like... Dean. Like he was trying to console me or something when I was practically having an anxiety attack since he almost died. It... I don't know how to explain it. I thought it was just because of my psychic thing. Do you think that's possible? Could his spirit be around?"

John ran a hand down his face with a heavy breath. "Anything is possible really."

"There's one way to find out," Delaney stated and turned on her heels to walk out of the room when John called for her. "I'll be back don't worry."

"No, just... I promise I won't hunt this demon. At least until we know Dean is okay."

Delaney nodded silently before telling her brother and dad she'd be back in ten minutes.

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Delaney entered Dean's room where Sam was sat by the bed again and quietly shut the door behind her. She gripped the brown paper bag in her hand tighter as she approached her brother's bed and reached out to hold his hand. "Hey, big bro. Um... I think maybe you're around and I can just sense you because of my weird psychic thing? If you are, please don't make fun of me for this, but... but there is one way we can talk."

Sam choked on his laugh when he saw Delaney take out a Ouija board from the beg. "Oh my God. You're kidding."

Delaney pointed a finger at him and narrowed her eyes at him. "I said no teasing me!"

"What? I can practically hear Dean laughing at you right now while asking if you were being serious," Sam chortled as he stood up and took the game box from his sister. "These things don't work."

Delaney snatched the box back from him and ignored him as she walked over to the end of Dean's bed and plopped herself down on the ground. She took the board out of its box and placed it on the white tiled ground. "You coming, Sammy?"

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Sam mumbled as he sat next to Delaney and put his fingers on the heart shaped planchette with a small, circular glass piece in the middle.

Delaney took a deep breath and placed her fingers next to Sam's, leaving enough room for Dean to place his if this thing actually worked. "Okay, Dean. Are you here?"

YES

"Ha, I told you it would work!" Delaney cheered, being mindful not to remove her fingers from the planchette or their communication might be cut off. "The both of you laughed at me."

Sam chuckled as he stared at the piece of wood under his fingers. "I cannot believe this actually worked. Dean, it's so good to hear from you, dude. Hasn't been the same without you. You know, minus Delaney and Dad fighting."

"Hey, he started it," Delaney pouted and she could almost see Dean giving her a look. She paused when she felt the planchette move again. "Dean, what?"

HUNT

"What? Are you hunting right now?" Delaney gasped quietly as the planchette moved back to YES. "Dean, it's in the hospital, what are hunting? Do you know what it is?"

"You have to ask him one thing at a time, kiddo."

"Oh, um, right, sorry," Delaney sheepishly smiled, shaking her head. "Um... Dean, what is it?"

REAPER

Sam groaned and threw his head back. "These guys again?"

YES

Delaney squeezed her eyes shut as a horrid thought flashed in her mind and it took everything in her not to jump straight into panicking. "Dean," she began shakily and Sam's gaze could be felt on the side of her face. "Is it after you?"

YES

Delaney's eyes watered as her nightmare seemed to be coming true. How did they stop something they couldn't see? How did Dean stop it if he wasn't even technically there, it was just his soul?

"Delly, if it's here naturally then we can't stop it."

Delaney let a small sob escape her lips and she pushed away from the planchette and scrambled to her feet, trying desperately to stop her trembling hands by clenching them into tight fists by her side. "No. No, no, no. No there has to be a way, guys. He can't just - " She stopped herself from finishing that statement as another sob escaped her lips and she felt like someone was squeezing tightly at her heart, making it hard to breathe.

Sam scrambled to his feet when he noticed his sister go ghostly pale and start to hyperventilate. "No, Delly, hey," he whispered as he made her sit in the chair behind her and knelt in front of her. "Hey, hey, listen to me okay? Breathe."

Delaney frantically shook her head as her hands only began to tremble more and her breathing became more erratic. "I - I... Sam, he can't - "

Sam gently grabbed his sister's hand and placed it over his heart. "You feel that? Follow it, Delly." It took a minute, but Delaney slowly seemed to be breathing better and he relaxed slightly. "Okay, good. We will go talk to Dad and we can figure this out with him. He'll know what to do."

Delaney silently nodded and allowed Sam to help her to her feet and he dragged her over to their Dad's room. However, they both froze when they noticed John's bed was empty.

"Dad?" Delaney whispered as she scanned the room and didn't see him anywhere. The bathroom in his room was dark and empty. Where the hell could he have gone? She noticed his journal on the table and grabbed it, holding it up for Sam to see. "What is going on?"

"I don't know," Sam mumbled, shaking his head. "Let's go back to Dean's room. Maybe something in there could help us help Dean."

Delaney clutched the journal and made her way back over to Dean's room with Sam, crawling back into the empty space next to Dean on the bed. She placed the journal in her lap and sighed as she looked at her brother. "So, Dean, Dad wasn't in his room. I found his journal, who the hell knows? Maybe there is something in here that could help us."

"I found something," Delaney announced and handed the journal over to Sam so he could read it. "Apparently, Reapers can alter human perception. You think he's seeing someone he knows right now? Like you or me? Or another patient in the hospital?"

"I mean... they could make themselves appear as whoever they want," Sam said as his eyes scanned the page dedicated to Reapers, a hand drawn picture of a skeleton stood in front of a man in a chair. The two seeming to have a conversation which seemed to odd Delaney, but she wondered if to the man the skeleton appeared as his wife or child and not actually the way it was drawn in the photo by John.

"None of this helps us," Delaney sighed and ran a hand over her face in frustration.

Sam closed the journal and tossed it onto the table at the end of Dean's bed. "We also can't think on empty stomachs. I'm gonna go get us food from the cafeteria. Just stay here with Dean in case anything happens okay?"

"Okay," Delaney whispered and smiled softly at Sam when he leant in to kiss her forehead before walking out of the room. She glanced down to Dean next t her and felt her heartstrings tug. Guilty coursed through her as she suddenly felt helpless to him.

"I'm so sorry, Dean. We couldn't find anything in that stupid journal. I don't know how to help you, but I'll keep trying," Delaney promised, holding his hand again and giving it an assuring squeeze. "I won't give up on you, Dean. Never. Just keep fighting for Sammy and me."

Delaney licked her lips and allowed Dean's steady heartbeat remind her that he was still alive and she shouldn't be getting worked up again. Even though her anxiety kept yelling all the negative outcomes of this to her and without Sam here to keep her anchored, she wasn't sure how long she could on to her sanity for. "I don't think Sam can ever really stop me from killing Dad. You know how much the kid hates confrontation. Just listen to me for once and hold on."

"You can't die, Dean," Delaney sniffled as she felt the tears well in her eyes again, a few slipping down her cheeks and hitting the top of Dean's hand. "We were just starting to be a family again. I can't lose you too, Dean. I just can't. If I lose someone else I care about, I might snap."

Scooting herself a bit down the bed, she laid on her side and laid her head on Dean's chest, squeezing her eyes shut as more tears spilled out, staining Dean's white hospital shirt. She clung onto him as if she let go, he would flatline again and officially be gone forever. She'd go to Hell before he died.

"Delly, I come bearing food!" Sam announced and Delaney sat up on the bed, wiping her tears. "You okay?"

"Um... yeah. Just talking to Dean," Delaney responded and hopped off the bed to retrieve her sandwich from Sam when Dean inhaled deeply behind her.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Help! We need help!" Delaney called from Dean's hospital room door.

Nurses flooded the room and had both Sam and Delaney leave so they could attend to Dean properly without the siblings getting in the way. The siblings' sandwiches completely going unforgotten as they waited outside the door, nerves running rampid.

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"I can't help it. The Edema has vanished and the internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good," the doctor explained, sounding completely and utterly shocked at Dean's miraculous turn around. "You got to have some kind of angel watching over you."

"Thanks, doc," Dean said before the three siblings were left alone. "You said a Reaper was after me?"

Delaney leaned her hands on the footboard of Dean's bed and furrowed her eyebrows. "Do you really not remember any of that?"

"No not really. How did I ditch it?"

"You got us," Sam replied with a shrug. "It's just weird how you remember nothing."

Dean shook his head and pushed himself up to sit a little straighter in bed as his arm pressed around his stomach, grimacing slightly. "Nothing... just this pit in my stomach. Guys, something is wrong."

A knock on the door cut off their conversation and all three siblings looked over to John leaned against the doorframe dressed in his regular clothes again. "How you feeling, dude?"

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matters," John agreed with a small smile.

Delaney crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Where were you last night?"

"I had some things I had to take care of," John replied.

Delaney raised an eyebrow, not believing a word he said. After sending her and Sam to have Bobby fetch items for John to summon a demon - the demon - Delaney wasn't sure what to think of what he was doing last night when they couldn't find him. "That's real specific."

"Come on, Della," Dean groaned, not wanting to have his sister and Dad fight the second he was up again.

"Did you go after the demon?"

"No, Delaney, I didn't."

"Then why don't I believe you right now?"

John sighed and pushed himself off the doorframe, walking into the room and standing Dean's left bedside. "Can we not fight, Laney? Half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads."

Delaney's arms fell down to her sides as she stared at her father oddly. She almost wanted to reach out and poke him to make sure it was really him stood in front of her.

"Look, Laney, I've... I've made some mistakes," John admitted. "But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

Delaney chewed on her lower lip as she exchanged glances with Dean and Sam, the two seeming to find this conversation as odd as she did. "Dad, are you okay?"

John smiled softly at Delaney and he looked so tired and defeated that she didn't know what to think right now. Shouldn't he be running around screaming in joy that his son had beat the Reaper? That he was alive to see another day? It was uncharacteristic of John to not only beg Delaney not to fight, but also not jumping around in joy that his boy was alive.

"Yeah, baby, I'm just tired that's all," John assured her and she nodded, thinking maybe that's why he was so mellow. The drugs they probably pumped him with were probably wearing him out. "Hey, kid, would you mind, uh - would mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

Delaney looked to Dean who nodded for her to go. "Della, I'm not going to disappear while you're gone. I promised you I wasn't going anywhere."

"Okay," Delaney sighed and squeezed her brother's foot through his blanket before walking out of the room and over to the elevator that would lead her down to the first floor where the cafeteria was.

The whole thing took her less than five minutes and she was already walking through the hall that Dean and John's rooms were. Delaney froze in her spot when she saw her dad lying unmoving on the floor of his room. The coffee cup fell out of her hands and she rushed over to John, dropping to her knees next to him and shaking him.

"Dad, come on. Wake up!" Delaney cried as she shook him but received no reaction from him. She couldn't feel him breathing and she felt panic start to flood through her. "Help! Help!"

Three nurses rushed in and had Delaney move away as they picked John up and placed him on the bed. Another nurse came in with the same machine they used on Dean previously while a doctor rushed in after her to yell out instructions. They hooked him up to a heart monitor that immediately gave out a long beeping sound, signaling that he was flatlining and not breathing.

"No, no, no," Delaney whimpered as she slowly backed up and met a solid chest behind her. She turned her head to see Sam and Dean stood behind her, Dean gripping onto Sam for support since he couldn't stand on his own just yet. "Guys, Dad... he..."

"Okay, let's try again with an amp of atropine," the doctor suggested as one nurse continued to pump the balloon attached to his breathing tube and another nurse started to use CPR on John since the defibrillator method wasn't working.

"Come on, Dad, come on," Dean whispered.

Sounds continued around the room while shouts of orders continued. It seemed no matter what the nurses and doctor tried, nothing worked to bring John's heartbeat back.

"Okay, stop compression," the doctor finally called.

One of the nurses placed her fingers to the side of John's throat and shook her head. "Still no pulse."

"Okay, that's it everybody. There is nothing we can do," the doctor stated sadly. "What's the time of death?"

"10:41 AM."

Delaney felt her whole world shatter as the nurses packed up the equipment and jot down information onto John's chart. "Daddy..."

Dean quickly pulled his sister into his chest and let her cry into it, holding her as tightly as he could in his still weakened state.

So much for them being a family again.

authors note

Hi hey hello

Originally I was going to post this on May 10th (a week from tomorrow), but decided to post it today in honor of SAM WINCHESTER'S 36TH BIRTHDAY TODAY WOOOO! Happy birthday ya old man. Keep slaying those demons like its no one's business.

Fun fact: writing John's death scene almost made me cry and then when Delaney had an anxiety attack over Dean being chased by the reaper actually ripped my heart out. So all in all, this episode and chapter fucked me up and i am not okay