Welcome to season two, book two, of Alison Winchester.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Alisons eyes fluttered open, landing on a white ceiling.

The last thing she remembered was being in the impala, Sam and John were talking, or arguing.

Alison hadn't really been paying much attention, she was just worried about Dean.

But then everything went black.

Alison sat up, and looked around. She was in a room, a white room, with a window, and a white bed.

She swung her feet over the side of the bed, and slowly started towards the open door.

The floor was cold against her bare feet, she wasn't wearing the same clothes she remembered being in. She was in a white shirt, and light blue baggy pants.

Alison walked out into the hallway, looking around.

"Daddy? Sammy?" She called out, her voice echoing through the empty hall. "Anybody?" She asked as she went down the hall.

Alison found a flight of stairs, and she started down them. She could hear a woman talking down the stairs.

She stopped at the steps and saw a woman sitting behind a desk behind a window, on the phone with someone.

"Excuse me." Alison said as she continued down the stairs, and over to the window. "Hi." She stood on her tippy toes to see the woman. "I...I think I was in a car crash with daddy and Sammy and grandpa. I need to find them." She told the woman who paid no mind to her. "Hello?" Alison waved her hand in front of the lady, but no reaction.

Couldn't she see her standing right there?

"Daddy!" Alison turned and ran down the hallway. "Sammy! Grandpa!" She yelled, slight panic in her voice.

Alison ran down stairs, and hallways, looking in rooms for her family, but she froze as she looked into one room and saw her own body laying there.

There were wires and tubes attached to her, i.v's in her arm, she looked nearly lifeless.

Alison swallowed thickly, and took a step into the room, going towards her body.

She stopped right beside the bed, breathing heavily, confused, but slightly panicking.

"Ali?"

Alison turned and saw Dean standing in the doorway.

"Daddy!" Ali ran to Dean.

Dean crouched down, opening his arms and gladly catching the girl as she jumped into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she possibly could.

Dean stood up, holding his tears back as he hugged his daughter tightly.

"Daddy, I don't know what's happening!" Alison said, her voice told dean she was trying not to cry.

She was scared.

"I know, I know. It's okay, I'm going to figure this out, alright?" Dean pulled her back, putting his hand on her cheek, and gently brushing his thumb against her cheekbone.

"Are you okay?" Alison asked dean, putting her hands on his cheeks.

"Yes, baby, I'm okay." Dean let out a teary chuckle. "Are you okay?" He asked her.

"I was until I saw that." Alison stated, looking back at her own body.

"Yeah, I know. Trust me, I know." Dean said, having already seen his own body in the exact same state, the only difference was that he had a tube shoved down his throat.

Alison looked back at Dean.

"Where's Sammy and Grandpa? Are they okay?" She asked him.

Dean went to say something, but before he could, someone else did.

"Alison..."

Both Alison and Dean looked up seeing Sam coming into the room, and making his way to Alisons body.

"Sammy." Alison smiled, but Dean slightly frowned.

He had already been through this part.

"Baby, he can't see you." He gently told her, making her look at him.

"What are you talking about? You can see me." She stated.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but see, Sammy can't see me either." Dean told her.

"Why?" Alison asked her father, her eyes staying on her uncle who had tears in his eyes.

"I'm trying to figure that out, Babygirl." Dean said, pulling her to his chest, and kissing her head.

Alison looked up as she saw the doctor coming in.

"Daddy, look." She said, making Dean look up at the doctor.

"Your fathers awake." The doctor told Sam making him turn to him. "You can go see him if you like."

"Oh, thank god." Dean breathed out making Alison glance back at him.

Dean picked Alison up as Sam looked at Alisons body on the bed.

"Doc, what about my niece?" Sam asked.

"Well, she sustained serious injury— not as severe as her father, but there were results of traumatic brain injury, falling into a coma being one of them." The doctor explained to Sam.

Alison looked back at Dean who's grip tightened around the girl.

"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked the doctor.

"Well, much like your brother, we won't know her full condition until she wakes up, but we have no way of telling when that will be. It could be weeks, it could be months. Only time will tell."

Sam slightly nodded.

"She's fighting very hard, I can tell you that." The doctor said.

"I'll be okay, right?" Alison asked dean.

"What? Of course! I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?" Dean told her.

Alison hesitantly nodded.

~~~

"Alright, here." John gave Sam his insurance card from his wallet. "Give them my insurance."

Sam took the card and couldn't help but smile as he read it.

"Elroy McGillicuddy?" Sam questioned him.

"And his two loving sons, and adorable granddaughter." John said.

Sam breathily chuckled.

"So..." John started. "Did the doctor say anything else about Dean?" He asked.

Sam slightly shook his head.

"Nothing." He said.

"What about Ali?" John asked.

"She's in a coma. He said it was a result of traumatic brain injury. They can't tell when she'll wake up." Sam told his father.

John looked down.

"Look...if the doctors won't do anything for them, then we'll have to— that's all." Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I'll find some...hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on them." He said.

"We'll look for someone." John nodded.

"Yeah." Sam nodded his head.

"But, Sam...I don't know if we're gonna find anyone."

"Why not? I found that faith healer before."

"Alright, that was one in a million." John stated.

"So what? We just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam questioned him.

"No, I said we'd look." John said. "Alright? I'll check under every stone."

Sam nodded, looking down at the floor.

"Where's the colt?" John asked his son.

Sam looked up at him.

"Your son is dying, your grandkid is in a coma, and you're worried about the colt?" He questioned him.

"We are hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card." John stated.

"It's in the trunk." Sam said. "They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." He said.

"Alright, you got to clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John told him.

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

"Alright. You go meet up with Bobby. You get that colt and bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security."

"I think I got it covered." Sam said before standing up, and going towards the door.

"Hey." John stopped him. "Here." He picked up a piece of paper, giving it to Sam. "I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick them up for me." He said.

Sam took the note and looked at it.

"Acacia? Oil of abramelin? What's this stuff for?" Sam asked John.

"Protection." John stated.

Sam nodded, then turned and started towards the door, but he stopped and turned back to John with a heavy sigh.

"Hey, Dad...you know the demon? He said he had plans for me and children like me." Sam said. "You have any idea what he meant by that?"

"No, I don't." John shook his head.

Sam let out another sigh, this one softer than the last. He then turned and left the room.

Alison furrowed her brows as she stood beside Dean in the corner of the room.

"Well, you sure know something." Dean stated to his father.

Alison looked up at her own.

~~~

"Oh, man." Sam sighed as he looked over the impala. "Dean is gonna be pissed."

The entire passenger side of the impala was smashed in.

"Look, Sam, this— this just ain't worth a tow." Bobby stated as they walked over to the impala.

Bobby opened the hood, then let it slam shut, rattling the whole thing.

"I say we empty the trunk, and sell the rest for scrap." Bobby said.

"No." Sam shook his head as he picked up his laptop, it was crushed and definitely not usable. "Dean and Alison would both kill me if we did that. When Dean gets better, he's gonna want to fix this." He said, laying the broken laptop on the roof of the impala. "Alisons gonna wanna help, I mean, this is her home."

"Sam, bless her heart, but there's nothing to fix. The frames a pretzel, the engines ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging." Bobby stated.

"Now, listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just gonna give up on..." Sam trailed off.

"Okay. You got it." Bobby nodded understandingly.

"Here...dad asked if you could get this stuff for him." Sam gave Bobby the note that John had given him.

Bobby took it and read it.

"What John want with this?" Bobby questioned.

"Protection from the demon." Sam said.

Bobby looked up at him, then back down at the note.

"What?" Sam asked him.

"Nothing. It's just..."

"Bobby."

Bobby looked up at Sam again.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

~~~

"Come on, Dad." Dean said as he walked beside his father who sat in a chair beside his body. "You got to help me and Ali. I got to get better, she has to get better. I got to get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help." Dean let his arms fall to his sides. "You haven't even tried. Aren't you gonna do anything? Aren't you even gonna say anything?" He asked.

Alison walked the halls of the hospital, her hand running across it. She was humming a song.

She guess it hadn't really hit her yet that her father was dying and she could do nothing about it. She guess it hadn't really hit her yet that she wasn't even in her own body.

That meant she was dying too.

Alison looked up as she heard a rumbling noise. She turned her head, but as soon as she did, a ghostly figure appeared right in front of her.

She gasped in surprise and back against the wall.

Alison was breathing heavily, staring this thing in the eyes.

It didn't move, it just stared at her.

"Hey!"

Alison turned her head as she heard her fathers voice yelling.

"Get the hell away from her!" He yelled, sprinting towards Alison and the thing.

The ghost-thing flew down the hall, maybe it was scared? Maybe not. Maybe it had business elsewhere?

"Alison!" Dean slid in front of his daughter, coming to a stop. "Are you okay? Did it hurt you?" He checked her for injuries.

"No. What was that thing?" Alison asked.

Dean looked from his little girl, down the hallway towards where the ghost-thing had taken off.

"Let's find out." Dean picked the girl up.

Dean and Alison both went down the hall, looking for the thing. Just as they passed a room, the thing came out of it.

Dean stopped walking, and Alison looked back, seeing it go into another room.

"There!" Alison pointed at the room, and Dean rushed to it, going in.

As soon as they entered the doorway, they saw a woman gasping and coughing, choking on the floor.

"Hey! I need some help in here!" Dean yelled down the hall, but nobody heard him.

How could they?

Alison looked back to the woman on the floor. Dean went into the room, and rushed over to the woman, setting Alison down beside him.

Then suddenly the woman stopped.

She stopped moving.

She stopped breathing.

Alison stared at the now dead woman with tears in her eyes.

~~~

"Sammy, tell me you can freaking hear me, man." Dean said, following his brother who had just come into their fathers room.

Alison sat in a chair, watching the scene before her.

"There's something in the hospital." Dean told his brother, who of course couldn't hear him. "Now, you got to bring me and Ali back, and we got to hunt this thing."

Sam didn't say anything.

"Sam!"

"You're quiet." John spoke up to his youngest son.

Sam whipped around to face his father. Sam walked over towards Johns bed, and threw the duffel bag full of the entire trunk of the impala down onto the bed.

"You think I wouldn't find out?" Sam asked.

Alison furrowed her brows slightly, sitting up straight.

"What are you talking about?" John questioned.

"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." Sam raised his voice, he was angry.

"I have a plan, Sam."

"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, Alison is in a coma, and you have a plan!" Sam yelled.

Dean came over to them.

"You care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own family!"

"No, no, no. Guys, don't do this." Dean tried.

Alison shrunk back into herself.

"Do not tell me how I feel. I am doing this for them." John told his son.

"How?" Sam questioned him. "How is revenge gonna help them? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!"

"Come on, guys, don't do this." Dean rubbed his face with his hand.

"That's funny." John stated. "I thought this was your obsession, too. This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt! Now, if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

"It was possessing you, dad. I would have killed you, too." Sam told him.

"Yeah, and Dean and Alison would be awake right now."

"Shut up, both of you!" Dean yelled.

"Go to hell." Sam told his father.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake." John yelled.

"I said shut up!" Dean yelled again, hitting a glass of water on the table and sending it flying across the room, shattering it.

Alison gasped and the room went silent.

Sam and John looked at each other, Dean looked at Alison.

"Dude, you full-on swayzed that mother." Alison breathed out.

Dean was too in shock to even scold her for her language.

They heard the rumbling again, but Dean was wincing and Alison definitely noticed.

"Daddy?" She asked, getting up from the chair.

Dean fell to his knees, and he started glitching.

"Daddy!" Alison rushed to him, putting her hand on deans shoulder, but as soon she did she was shocked.

Alison jerked away, pulling her hand to her chest.

She looked to the hallway, seeing nurses and doctors rushing down the hall.

"Somethings going on out there." John stated, and nodded for Sam to go see what was going on.

Alison furrowed her brows and ran after Sam, ignoring Deans yelling after her.

Sam followed the nurses and doctors to Deans room where they were using defibrillators on him.

"No." Sam breathed out.

Alison came up beside Sam, looking into the room. Her eyes watered slightly.

"Still no pulse." One of the nurses stated.

"Okay, let's go again. 360."

"Charging."

"All clear."

"Clear."

They used them again, deans back arched upwards, but then then back against the bed.

"Still no pulse."

"Let's go again. All clear."

"Clear."

They used them again, and once again, Deans back arched upwards, then fell back against the bed.

Dean came up behind Alison and Sam.

"Okay, let's go again."

Alison furrowed her brows along with Dean as they saw the ghost-thing hovering over deans body.

"Charging."

"All clear."

"Clear!"

Dean grabbed Alison arm, pulling her out of the way just before going into the room.

"Get the hell away from me. Stay back!" He yelled at the thing.

"There's no change. Starting CPR." The doctor said, and started chest compressions on Deans body.

"I said get back!" Dean yelled at the ghost-thing.

Just then, Alison hugged Sam's legs. She was scared and worried.

Sam froze.

He could've swore he heard his brothers faint voice, and something tightening around his legs.

Dean grabbed onto the ghostly figure and it threw him back into the wall.

"Daddy!" Alison yelled and let go of Sam, running into the room to Dean.

The ghost-thing went away, and Deans heart rate monitor went back to its normal beeping.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus Rhythm." One of the nurses spoke.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Alison asked her father, grabbing onto his hand.

"I'm fine, are you okay?" Dean asked, crouching down in front of the girl.

"I'm okay." Alison nodded.

"Good." Dean picked her up then rushed out of the room after the ghost-thing.

Dean ran out into the hallway and looked around, he didn't see the thing, so he just went back to his brother.

"Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere, and neither is Ali." Dean told his brother. "I'm getting that thing before it gets either of us. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." He said.

Alison looked at Dean, then Sam. Alison inhaled deeply, wrapping her arms around Deans neck, and laying her head against his.

Dean hugged his daughter tightly.

Alison was scared.

But she wasn't going to admit it, because Dean had a lot on his hands at the moment, the last thing he needed was to comfort a scared little girl.

In Alisons eyes at least.

~~~

Alison held Deans hand as they went down the hallway.

"Can't you see me?!"

Alison and Dean both stopped as they heard a woman's voice call out.

"Why won't you look at me?!"

"Now what?" Dean grumbled, going towards the voice, pulling his daughter behind him.

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!"

Alison and Dean entered a busier part of the hospital. A woman was going up the stairs, calling out to people, but no one was answering, or even acknowledging her.

"Can you see us?" Dean called out to her, she looked at them.

"Yeah." The lady nodded.

Alison looked up at Dean just before they made their way up to the stairs to the lady.

"Alright, just calm down. What's your name?" Dean asked.

"Tessa." The woman, Tessa, said.

"Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean, this my daughter, Alison." Dean introduced them to her.

Alison gave a small wave.

"What's happening to me?" Tessa asked. "Am I— am I dead?"

"That sort of depends." Alison spoke up, making both Dean and Tessa look at her.

~~~

The two Winchesters, and Tessa stood in a doorway of a room where Tessa's body lay in a bed.

"I don't understand." Tessa shook her head. "I just came in for an appendectomy."

"I hate to bear bad news, but...I think there were some complications." Dean stated as Alison laid her head against his leg.

"It's just a dream, that's all." Tessa stated. "This is just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." She said.

"It's not a dream. Trust me. I checked." Alison told her.

"Then what else could it be?" Tessa asked, looking between the little girl and Dean.

"You ever heard of an out-of-body experience?" Dean asked her.

"What are you, some new-agey guy?" Tessa questioned.

"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?" Dean asked.

Tessa stayed quiet, Alison looked between them.

"It's actually a very old idea. It's got a lot of different names— bilocation, crisis apparitions, fetches. I think it's happening to us. If it is...it means that we're spirits...of people close to death." Dean told Tessa.

Alison looked up at Dean.

She didn't understand. The doctor said she was in a coma, she wasn't dying...right?

"So we're gonna die?" Tessa asked dean, being quiet so Alison couldn't hear her.

"No. Not if we hold on." Dean told her. "Our bodies can get better. You can snap right back in there and wake up." He said.

Alison looked up at Dean.

~~~

"What do you mean you felt something?" John asked Sam.

"I mean, it felt like...like them." Sam told his father. "Like they were there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what. But do you think it's even possible? Do you think their spirits could be around?"

"Anything's possible." John stated.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Sam said, then turned and started towards the door.

"Where are you going?" John asked.

"I got to pick something up. I'll be back." Sam told him.

"Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon, not until we know Alison and Dean are okay." John told his son.

Sam nodded and turned, leaving the room.

~~~

Alison looked up as she heard Dean started talking.

"I got to say, I'm impressed." He said.

"With what?" Tessa asked.

"You. Most people in your spot would be jello by now, but you're taking this pretty well." Dean stated. "Maybe a little better than me."

"Don't get me wrong— I was pretty freaked at first." Tessa turned to face Alison and Dean, making them stop walking. "But now I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing." Tessa shrugged.

"So you're okay with dying?" Dean asked her.

Alison looked between them.

"No, of course not. I just think whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen." Tessa stated. "It's out of my control. It's just fate."

Alison slightly furrowed her brows as Dean hummed.

"That's crap." Dean stated. "You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting no matter what."

He stopped as he heard people rushing down the hallway behind them, and a woman's over the P.A.

"Dr. Christie to room 237. Code blue." The woman said.

Dean turned and started down the hallway, Alison followed him.

"Dean, where are you going?" Tessa asked.

"Just wait here." Dean told her.

Alison latched onto Deans hand, and they ran down the hallway together. Alison somehow managed to keep up with Dean.

They followed the nurses and doctor into a room. They stood in the doorway, and saw the spirit-thing hovering over the girl in the bed.

The spirit reached towards the girl, Alisons grip on deans hand tightened.

"Get away from her!" Dean yelled, going into the room.

As Dean came closer, the thing disappeared, and the flatline was still going.

"Alright. Let's call it." The doctor said.

"Time of death— 5:11 p.m." One of the nurses spoke.

Alisons lips parted slightly as she looked up at Dean.

"At least she's not suffering anymore." One of the other nurses said.

Dean looked down at Alison and pulled her into him, gently stroking her hair.

~~~

Sam walked into Deans room with a bag in his arm.

He sighed as he stood beside Deans bed, where Deans body laid.

"Hey." Sam breathed out. "I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um...but there's one way we can talk." Sam reached into the brown bag, and pulled out a Ouija board.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me." Dean said as Alison giggled.

Sam walked over and sat on the floor, setting up the board.

"Dean?" Sam asked. "Are you here?"

Dean sighed, walking to the other side of the board.

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Dean stated, sitting crisscross on his side of the board. "Alright, Sam. This isn't gonna work." He sighed. "Ali, come here." Dean held his and up to her.

Alison slid off her chair, and came over to him. Dean picked her up, and brought her into his lap.

"You ready for this?" Dean asked the girl.

"I guess." Alison shrugged.

Dean sighed again, then he put his fingers on the board piece, Sam's fingers were on the other side.

Dean started slowly moving the piece to 'Yes.'

Sam quietly gasped, and Alison raised her brows in slight surprise it actually moved.

"I'll be damned." She said.

"Hey." Dean scolded her.

"Sorry." Alison apologized.

Sam laughed.

"Oh, it's good to hear from you, man." Sam smiled. "It hadn't been the same without you, Dean."

"Damn straight." Dean stated.

"Is Ali there? Is she with you?" Sam asked.

Since the piece was already on yes, Dean spelled 'Yes' with the letters.

Sam smiled and chuckled.

"Hey, Munchkin." He chuckled.

"Hi, uncle Sammy." Alison smiled, leaning back against Deans chest.

Sam looked down as the board piece started moving again.

"Dean, what?" Sam asked.

"H...U..." Sam started saying the letters the piece landed on. "Hunt?" Sam asked. "What, hunting? Are you hunting?" He asked. "Dean, it's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do you know what it is?"

"Jeez, one question at a time, Sammy." Alison said.

Dean chuckled a little.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

Dean started spelling something out.

"I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them...you know, when...when their time is just up." Dean said.

"The reaper." Sam said. "Dean...is it after you? Or Ali?"

Dean moved the piece to 'Yes.'

It hadn't touched Alison yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn't.

Dean took his fingers off the piece, and wrapped his arms around Alison, who was still sitting in his lap.

"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Sam stated.

"Yeah, you can't kill death." Dean said.

"Man, you're, uh..."

"I'm screwed, Sam."

Alison furrowed her brows and looked up at Dean.

"No, no, no, no." Sam shook his head. "There's got to be a way." He got up off the floor. "There's got to be a way. Dad will know what to do." He left Deans room.

Sam went down the hallway, to his fathers room, but as soon as he came into Johns room, he saw an empty bed.

John was gone.

"Dad?" Sam asked.

Sam furrowed his brows and left the room, going down the hallway a little further and going into Alisons room.

There laid Alisons body, in the same position it had been in, but John wasn't in her room.

~~~

Sam came back into Deans room with Johns journal under his arm. He sat on the edge of Deans bed.

"Hey, so Dad wasn't in his room." Sam said.

"Where is he?" Dean and Alison both asked in unison.

"But I got Dads journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in here." Sam stated.

Dean and Alison both came over to Sam, looking at the Journal in Sam's hands as he started flipping through it.

Alison could see Sam was worried.

"Thanks for not giving up on us, Sammy." Dean thanked his little brother, Alison looked up at him.

Sam flipped to a page that read "Reapers."

Alison tilted her head at the page, and Dean did the same.

Deans face then fell.

"Son of a bitch." He said.

"What?" Alison asked, looking up at him.

"Stay right there, don't move." Dean told her.

"Daddy—"

"Alison, I'll be back in a minute, just stay here with uncle Sammy, you hear me?" Dean cupped her face, making her look at him.

"Okay." Alison nodded.

"Good girl. I love you." Dean kissed her forehead, then pulled away from her, leaving the room.

Alison hesitated.

She didn't want to stay. She wanted to be with Dean, she wanted to be right by his side.

But she stayed.

She did as she was told. Reluctantly, but she did it.

~~~

"Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as he stood beside Deans bed.

Alison sat at the bottom of it, watching her uncle.

"No, he's not." She let out a soft sigh.

"Couldn't find anything in the book." Sam stated. "I don't know how to help you and Ali. But I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you both keep fighting."

"Thanks, Sammy." Alison smiled a little.

"I mean, come on, you can't..." Sam chuckled. "You can't leave me here alone with dad. We'll kill each other. You know that. And when Ali wakes up, she won't be able to deal with you being gone." Sam said.

Alison looked down at her hands.

"Dean, you got to hold on." Sam shook his head. "You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be a family again."

Alisons eyes watered.

"Can you hear me?" Sam asked.

~~~

Alison sat on the bed, where she had been since dean left.

But she then felt a pain in her chest making her wince. She then started glitching just like Dean had.

She looked up as she heard Dean gasp awake.

"Dean!" Sam spoke.

It then went black.

~~~

"I can't explain it. The edema has vanished. The internal contusions are healed." The doctor explained to Dean who laid in his bed with Alison against his chest.

They both remembered nothing.

"Your vitals are good." The doctor stated.

"What about her?" Dean asked, gesturing to the tired girl that laid against his chest.

"She's good. She's healthy, just needs some rest. You both got to have some kind of angel watching over you two." The doctor said.

"Thanks, Doc." Dean nodded, laying his head against Alisons.

The doctor then left them alone, and Dean turned to look at his brother.

"You said a reaper was after us?" He asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"How'd we ditch it?" Dean asked him.

"You got me." Sam shrugged. "You guys really don't remember anything?" He asked.

"No...except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something wrong." Dean shook his head and looked down at Alison.

"With her?" Sam asked, seeing Dean was looking at Alison.

"No. It's something else. I can't put my finger on it." Dean shook his head again.

They then heard a knock on the door, the three looked up to see John standing in the doorway.

"How you feeling, Dude?" John asked Dean.

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

"That's what matters. I see somebody's tired." John chuckled at Alison who was dozing against Deans chest, his shirt balled up into her fist.

"Where were you last night?" Sam questioned their father.

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific." Sam said sarcastically.

"Come on, Sam." Dean said, gently rubbing Alisons back.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked John, ignoring Dean.

"No." John answered him.

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam questioned.

John stood up straight, leaning off the doorway, and coming further into the room.

"Can we not fight?" John asked his youngest son, who furrowed his brows. "You know, half the time we're fighting, and I don't even know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Look, Sammy, I've...I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could." John said making Dean looked up at him. "I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

"Dad, are you alright?" Sam asked him.

John smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired." John nodded. "Hey, son, would you mind, uh— would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam nodded and headed towards the door.

Sam was worried.

Once Sam was gone, it was quiet, and Dean could tell something was wrong.

"What is it?" He asked his father.

"You know, when, uh— when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be— I'd be wrecked. And you— you'd come up to me, and you'd put your hand on my shoulder, and you'd look me in the eye, and you'd...you'd say, 'it's okay, Dad.'" John said. "Dean...I'm sorry."

"Why?" Dean asked, almost reluctantly.

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should've been saying that to you." John stated. "You know, I put...I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy. You took care of me. You did that. And now, you're taking care of your own little girl, and she's amazing. Dean, I am so proud of you. I just want you to know that."

"This really you talking?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, its really me." John nodded.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked him.

John was quiet for a second before he walked over to his son, and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?" John told him.

"Yeah, Dad, you know I will." Dean said. "You're scaring me."

"Don't be scared, Dean." John shook his head, his tears falling.

John then bent down, and whispered something in Deans ear.

Whatever he said, Dean was shocked.

John then looked to Alison who was asleep. He gently pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

John gave his son a small smile, then walked out of Deans room, going to his own.

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Sam was walking down the hallway, carrying Johns cup of coffee.

As he was walking, he glanced over and saw his father laying in the floor of his room.

"Dad?" He asked.

Sam dropped the coffee cup onto the floor, and rushed into the room, going to his fathers side.

Sam then started yelling for help.

The younger Winchesters walked into the doorway of a room, while nurses and a doctor tried reviving John.

A nurse turned to them and went to push them out.

"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean told her.

The nurse left them be.

Alisons lip was quivering, watching with wide teary eyes.

John couldn't die. He couldn't leave her again.

Alisons eyes never left her grandfather.

She guess she must've spaced out because the next thing she knew, they were calling his time of death.

"10:41 a.m."

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