There was the steady beat-beat of a heart rate to Katelynn's right. She listened to it in the background, focusing more on the Netflix app on her phone.

Cause that heartbeat was the main thing telling her Morgan was still alive.

Katelynn wanted to be the one to kill Morgan.

How dare she leave her alone to suffer in this hell?

Exile on Main Street was going to kill her.

Like...really.

All that pain.

All that turmoil.

For this?!

Katelynn wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. These Winchester's were just tearing her heart in two!

But Morgan was fine.

She was in the medical wing, but she was fine. Usually whenever she Traveled from the Center, she was taken to the medical wing. It was the usual method for Travelling- Morgan just loved being contrary to Ms Tracy.

Usually for Morgan's safety, it was better to be in here. Just in case something happened during her journeys that required someone on this side.

Katelynn had only seen the files. She'd known that nothing too crazy happened after Morgan left. It was a quiet hour at the Center until she came back.

So, Katelynn thought she'd watch Supernatural. She had to get through season 6.

What a fool she'd been, listening to Morgan about it.

"You know Dean, believe it or not, I get it, Dean. You wanted a normal life. Your mother wanted a normal life, too. You remind me of her, actually. The attitude, for one thing-"

The door nearby was thrown open. Katelynn shot up, pressing pause on the phone. "Ms Strauss! I was just- oh."

It wasn't Katelynn's boss (also Morgan's) walking in.

Or...well...one could say she was Morgan's boss.

An eight year old girl walked quietly into the medical lab. She kept her attention towards Morgan, not even looking Katelynn's way.

Katelynn watched as the girl took the seat across from her- the one on Morgan's other side. The child reached up, holding her mother's hand. She'd never seen a dragon before, but the dark blue hair was a give away.

"She's okay, Lilac." Katelynn assured. "It's jus-"

"She told me about it last night." Lilac replied. She had a soft small voice, the kind that reminded one of a Disney princess that hadn't grown up yet. "She said it was scary."

She tried to string together a reply of assurance- something to tell this young dragon that her mother wasn't risking her life in a literal horror world. "It can be." Katelynn answered. "But your mom is tough. She can take on monsters."

Lilac reached up, holding her mother's hand.

Katelynn sat back. The girl was practically dismissing her. Not that she didn't understand, it was just that Katelynn couldn't leave unless either Tracy came by or Morgan returned. It felt wrong to intrude on this family moment.

That's when Morgan's heart rate spiked.

And spiked badly. Ten seconds where Morgan's heart rate was above normal. The kind of spike that would send in doctors if this was a proper hospital.

Lilac's head snapped to the monitor, narrowing her slitted eyes at it. Katelynn was certain there would be a hiss following.

"It's okay!" Katelynn interjected. "She's okay. Time works differently during Travels. She can spend ages on that side, and only an hour here. She's okay."

"No she's not." Lilac replied. She held her mother's hand with both of her hands now, holding tight as if her mother was an object of her hoard. "Something happened and she's hurt."

Katelynn truly had nothing to say to that. Because whenever that spike happened, it did indeed mean that on Morgan's side she'd been hurt. Katelynn didn't want to wake the sleeping dragon, so she said nothing.

Neither of them said anything.

Lilac glared at the heart rate monitor, like it had killed her mother.

Katelynn wondered which episode Morgan must be living, to show off that kind of pain.

==GMB==

Sam heard footsteps. He had woken up- every part of him screaming in pain. He had held off screaming as he heard footsteps outside the car.

He pulled out the Colt, waiting.

A man- looking like a trucker but walking too slow to be anything human- stopped at his door. The demon opened the car door, being met by the Colt.

"Back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to god." Sam promised.

The demon was smiling. Sam could barely make out the black eyes. Not the demon, then. "You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else."

Sam cocked the gun. "You wanna bet?"

The demon smirked. A smug look that made Sam want to pull the trigger anyway. Before he got the chance, the demon flew out of his host.

Sam uncocked the gun. He let his body sag against the seat in relief.

He hadn't heard from the others.

"Oh my god!" The host gasped.

"Dad?" Sam prompted. He couldn't see in the dark what his dad looked like, or if his dad's eyes were open. "Dad!"

"Did I do this?"

"Raven?" He called for his sister. He knew she had been sitting on that side of the car. He couldn't hear anything from her either. "Raven!"

Still nothing.

God no, no. No not- not them.

Sam couldn't take it if he lost all of them. Not like this.

"Dean? Dean!"

==GMB==

The man had enough wits about him to call 911. It had taken a while before ambulances arrived, including a helicopter.

Sam was being strapped to a stretcher. He couldn't see anything about his family.

He could hear the muttering on and on over him about his own injuries. Nothing about Dad or Raven or Dean.

"Tell me if they're okay!" He shouted at the paramedics.

"You have to stay still!" One told him.

"Are they even alive?" Sam yelled.

None of them answered.

They just loaded him onto the helicopter.

==GMB==

Sam was essentially given a clean bill of health. Aside from his bruises, bandages for the cuts, and some pain killers, he was okay to walk around the hospital.

The doctors had told him about his father, how he had made it out of surgery okay. His siblings were still waiting.

He checked on Dean the moment he could. His brother was hooked up to so many tubes and wires were everywhere.

"Oh, no." Sam sighed. He walked up to Dean's bedside, to his body.

Sam was spared further bemoaning when the doctor walked in. "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like."

But Sam couldn't feel relief. Not yet. "Doc, what about my brother and sister?" Sam asked.

"Well, your brother sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney, and we patched up the internal bleeding. The swelling will go down in a matter it time. He'll be alright if he gets his rest." The doctor reported.

"And my sister?" Sam asked.

"Her condition is more worrisome." The doctor admitted. Sam listened, ignoring his senses of panic. "She had major cuts on her arm. That along with the side contusions and the concussion, she's in it for the long haul. From what we can see and what the paramedics told us about how she was positioned, it's likely she took the brunt of the damage, blocked it from hitting your brother. Her cut was infected. We're still trying to see what that is to counteract it."

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

"Well, we won't know her full condition until she wakes up." The doctor explained. "If she wakes up."

"If?" Sam repeated.

"I have to be honest, most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long." The doctor admitted. "She's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."

"Show me." Sam requested.

The doctor nodded. He walked Sam to the next room over.

Raven has a feeding tube in her mouth. There were three different monitors, looking over different things. He heard one on her heart rate. She had on so many bandages on her.

And all Sam could think was that she might not make it.

His long lost sister.

His own twin.

Gone.

She might not make it.

==GMB==

Someone was holding my hand.

I squeezed back.

==GMB==

Lilac inhaled sharply. She squeezed back.

==GMB==

I smiled.

Then I realized...I couldn't move my lips.

"Raven! Raven! Come on. You gotta be out here too."

Dean?

==GMB==

John was in his bed, as casual as could be. He handed Sam an insurance card. "Here. Give them my insurance."

Sam took the card, taking the seat beside John's bed. He read the name. "Elroy McGillicutty?"

"And his two loving sons and his doting daughter." John stated. "So, what else did the doctor say about Raven and Dean?"

"Nothing." Sam replied. He didn't want to say anymore about Raven's condition than he already had. Knowing she'd kept Dean from being hurt, that she could die for that...

'Because it was to help keep you safe. I...kinda get tunnel vision where that's concerned.'

Sam put the thought to the side. He had to focus on how he could help. Dean and Raven wouldn't be left helpless. "Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on them."

"We'll look for someone." John told him.

Sam wasn't convinced. "Yeah."

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

Case in point. "So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?"

"No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone." John replied. Sam was still on edge. He could feel his racing heartbeat, could feel the panic and fear tipping him over the line. He didn't want. "Where's the Colt?"

"Your daughter is dying, your son is hurt, and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam questioned.

"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too." John reminded him. As if Sam needed reminding about how they got in this situation. That John's shoulder wasn't bandaged up from Raven trying twice to take out that demon, that the very knife she used hadn't given her an infection. "That gun may be our only card."

"It's in the trunk." Sam eventually admitted, feeling defeated. "They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83."

"Alright. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside." John decided.

"I already called Bobby." Sam explained. It was one of the first things he did after the doctors and police explained everything. "He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."

"All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security." John instructed.

"I think I've got it covered." Sam reported-like an obedient soldier. He stood up from the chair, hating that it felt like he was barely doing anything for Dean and Raven. For his family.

"Hey." John stopped him. Sam turned to him. John held out a sheet of paper. "Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me."

Sam took the paper. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"

"Protection." John answered.

"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for us, and children like us." Sam admitted. He thought about Max, about all the other kids John's cases talked about, thought about Raven and what the demon had said about her sister. "Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"

"No, I don't." He replied.

But Sam could tell it wasn't the full truth.

He walked out of the room.

(If he felt something at his side, he wrote it off.)

==GMB==

"Well, you sure know something."

"Hey at least we won't be alone for long."

"How do you mean?"

"They'll kill each other soon enough."

"I hate that you have a point."

==GMB==

Sam looked at the Impala. One clear thought struck his mind. Bobby stood at his side, probably thinking the same thing.

"Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed."

"Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow." Bobby checked the lid to the engine. It clanked apart in his hands. Sam checked the trunk looking for his stuff. "I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap."

Sam's laptop had been shattered, along with most of the luggage. The only thing really together was Raven's bag. "No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix." Bobby informed. Sam reached for the bag, and other small items he could scrounge up. He pointedly ignored the blood splashed across the buttons pinned to it. "The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."

"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough." Sam assured him. "We're not just going to give up on-" He dropped off the rest, his grief coming back harsh and cold.

"Okay. You got it." Bobby nodded.

"Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him." Sam held out John's requested list to Bobby.

Bobby read it over. He frowned at the sheet. "What's John want with this?"

"Protection from the demon." Sam answered. Bobby made a face- one full of doubt. He hid it just as fast. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just, um." Bobby dragged off.

"Bobby? What's going on?" Sam asked.

==GMB==

"You always had it out for Dad."

"Of course I do."

"Why? What he ever do to you?"

"Dean-"

"I mean it. I want to know. You know more than you've said. Tell me. Right now."

"I don't want to say it."

"I don't care. Tell me now."

"...I saw it. On you both. You...you just had this look sometimes. And I remember it."

"Remember what?"

"Remember what it's like to go hungry so someone else can eat. To be alone. To be someone's mom and dad and sibling all at the same time. Wanting so badly to be validated by them, and realizing one day it would never come."

"It's not like your house."

"It didn't have to be. Abuse doesn't always mean throwing punches at your kids. Sometimes it's leaving them to fend for themselves. It can be putting a gun in their hands and telling them the only way they'll matter is if they can shoot something between the eyes. Tell me it wasn't like that."

"..."

"I can understand his pain. He suffered through so much. Losing Mary, apparently losing me, that takes a heavy toll I hope I never have to experience. Taking care of kids after a loss like that is hard. But would you ever treat kids the way John treated you?"

"Raven. Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because I'm getting the feeling that you'll wake up first."

==GMB==

One person stood by the bedside.

One sat beside.

One stood in the hall, just listening in.

All were watching the body on the bed.

John Winchester was staring at his eldest child. A lost look in his gaze.

"Come on, Dad. You gotta help us. We gotta get better. We gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried." Dean pleaded.

John continued to stare at his comatose son.

"Aren't you gonna do anything? Aren't you even gonna say anything?" Dean asked. "I've always done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I've given everything I've ever had. Now you're just gonna sit there and watch me die? What- what next you're just going to walk over to Raven's bed, the daughter you thought was dead for years, and let her go again? Like she hadn't even been around at all? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?"

==GMB==

Sam stormed back into his dad's hospital room. He stared out the window, trying to sort himself through before talking to his father. He put down Raven's bag, knowing that it was one of her most treasured things that deserves to be handled carefully.

(If he felt something at his sides, heard the faintest of whispers in the back of his mind like whispers of a breeze, he ignored them)

"You're quiet." John noted.

Well that threw out all his hard work to control himself. Sam snapped towards his father, enraged. He threw the duffle bag of salvage from the car on the foot of the bed. It just barely avoided hitting John's feet. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

John glanced to the duffle bag, then to Sam. "What are you talking about?"

"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one." Sam accused. John looked away from his, face practically carved from stone. "You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!"

"I have a plan, Sam." John stated cryptically.

But Sam heard all the times Raven said she had a plan, all the times Dean said it. Both of them- Sam realized- with the same smirk on their faces. "That's exactly my point! Raven is dying, Dean hasn't woken up yet, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own daughter!"

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Raven." John shouted.

"How? How is revenge going to help her?" Sam shouted back. You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!"

"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too!" John snapped. "This demon killed your mother, took your sister, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd let Raven kill that damn thing when she had the chance, none of this would have happened."

"It was possessing you, Dad, she would have killed you too." Sam reminded him, yelling still.

"Yeah, and your sister and brother would be awake right now." John told him. "At least she would've done it!"

And her promising that was the last thing I heard her say.

"You would've died in front of your kids- just a short while-"

"Raven I get it. You can stop."

Sam could still remember hearing her pained screams, before blacking out.

He remembered the doctor saying that she had gotten her injuries blocking Dean.

She was fighting

"Go to hell." Sam spat at him.

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

A glass of water fell off the table.

The chair near them slammed into the wall. It fell on it's side.

Sam stared at the puddle, and then looked at the turned over chair.

He...he wondered-

Outside, doctors and nurses rushed by.

"Something's going on out there." John stated. He jerked his head to the hall.

Sam nodded. He ran out after them.

==GMB==

Morgan shook on the hospital bed.

Lilac yelped. "Mom!"

Katelynn sat up. She checked the medical scanners. On them, they reported that Morgan's powers had spiked. Like, her real powers had spiked.

Something over there was strong enough to nearly send her back Home.

Or worse yet, Morgan almost died.

==GMB==

He saw the doctors and nurses were running into Raven's room. Sam panicked, running to it. Sam heard the the long beep from the monitors. They were trying to resuscitate her.

"All clear." A doctor called out.

There was a loud beep. They pressed the pads on Raven's chest. She arched up.

The monitor was still flatlining.

Sam shook his head. His eyes were watering, hot tears dripping out. "No."

"Still no pulse." A nurse reported.

"Okay, let's go again, 360." A doctor ordered. He held the pads up again.

"Charging." The nurse answered.

Sam watched from the doorway. He didn't know what to do. He had no idea how to- what should he do? He didn't want to lose Raven, not after just finding her. He could barely believe that he had a twin sister, much less that she had been by there side. Now to lose her again? So soon after having her as part of their family? So soon after losing Jess?

He couldn't do it.

"I said get off her!"

"Dean no!"

Sam paused. He looked over his shoulder, searching for that faded voice. Was- had that been-

The nurses tried again.

"Clear!" The doctor pressed the clamps against Raven's chest.

She arched up once more.

Sam held his breath.

The monitor began to beep.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." A nurse reported.

Sam could finally breathe. The beeping of her heart monitor assured him that she was still fighting. That she still could beat this.

He walked out, heading back to John's room when he saw nurses walk out of Dean's room. He could hear the yelling plain as day.

"Hey! I said where's my brother!"

He turned his head.

Dean was awake.

"Dean." Sam sighed in relief. He went to his brother's side.

"Sammy!" Dean sighed in relief.

Sam did his best to hug Dean, who still had some wires coming from his arm. "You're olay."

"So they say." Dean commented as the hug ended. "What's happening with Raven? I've got a bad feeling."

Sam's stomach fell through the floor.

==GMB==

Sam reporter to Dean everything. Raven's condition, how they weren't sure if she would make it. Hell they weren't sure about Dean until he woke up.

He told Dean about the spilled water and the chair being thrown.

"I bet we full on Swayze'd that mother." Dean joked.

"Dean."

"Right. Yeah. Then what?"

Sam admitted to hearing voices, just as they were trying to restart Raven's heart. More specifically, Dean protecting Raven from something and Raven telling him to stop. Next thing, Dean was waking up.

Dean nodded, taking it all in. "Okay...okay that's weird."

"I mean it felt like, like Raven." Sam explained. "Like she was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it...but do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think her spirit could be around?"

"Yeah." Dean agreed. "But what do we do? Is she here right now?"

"I can't feel her." Sam replied.

He felt- he could feel someone talking at his side. Sam turned to it, expecting to see her there. That was- he felt her there again.

"What?" Dean asked. He looked around Sam too. "Is she there?"

"I think so." Sam replied.

"...mbass..."

Sam snorted- relieved to hear her.

"What? What'd she say?" Dean asked. He paused. "Is she making fun of me?"

"She called you a dumbass." Sam revealed, still snickering.

Dean huffed.

"Well- we gotta do something. I doubt she can keep that up for long." Sam stated. He went to the door. "Something is wrong on her side- she needs our help."

"Hey- hey, where are you going?" Dean asked.

"I gotta pick something up, I'll be back." Sam promised.

He would.

Of course he would.

Sam couldn't leave them behind. Not when he knew Raven needed the help.

He walked past John's room

"Wait, Sam." Sam paused in his steps. He didn't look towards his father- he just stood waiting. "I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Raven's okay."

Sam walked on. He had to move fast.

==GMB==

"Raven. Are you there? You gotta still be there."

"I am."

"Millie what are you-"

"I told you, Billie. Back off. He needs my help."

"I'm sure he's fine. He just-"

"Do you have any idea how I see you?"

"Raven... I- I gotta say-"

"What do you mean?"

"One girl. There's only ever been one girl I- that I thought I could love. Someday. Maybe. When I see her again. And you made yourself look so much like her."

"...what are you saying? Made myself look like her? Do you hear how that sounds?"

"-what we said...back in the car...I'm sorry."

"I know you are, Dean."

"And you better come back."

"After you got your dumbass thrown back in that bad, you're damn right I will...fuck you're wearing Emma Swan's red jacket."

"Who?"

"Nothing. Just- another girl I liked. Maybe. Sorta. Crushes are weird."

==GMB==

"Aren't you concerned? We're ghosts. We've just about died."

"Not yet. We've still got good fighting odds."

"No we don't. When people die, they stay dead. That's kinda the norm."

"Haha, holy shit this universe is still so young."

"Universe?"

"I can die. I know I can. There's always been a chance that I wouldn't make it beyond that first year. I could've died at any point. Any bullet could've killed me. Any knife could've broken me. Any monster could've eaten me. Death doesn't scare me. It nevers has. Everyday I lived was another day closer to my death. Hell, so could they. So could anyone in this hospital. Death is a natural part of life."

"Does that mean you accept that you're dying?"

"Dean Winchester asked me to live. You'll find yourself in much better straints if you do as the Winchesters say."

"You're gonna fight death...for these two?"

"Yes."

A nurse ran by- rushing to another hospital room.

"Sounds like you've got work to do, Billie."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be cute. I'm not into necrophilia."

==GMB==

"Sam, where have you-"

"Okay, before I pull this out, I need you to hear me out." Sam told Dean. He pulled out the bedside table, moving it between himself and Dean.

Sam looked around the room. "Raven. I think maybe you're around right now. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk."

He opened the brown paper bag with him.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Dean deadpanned.

"Don't you start." Sam warned him. He started setting up the Ouija board on the table. "Unless you have a better idea."

"Yeah. Several." Dean stated.

Sam ignored him. "Raven? Raven, are you here?" He put his hand on the pointer, waiting.

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." Dean complained.

"Just put your hand on it." Sam instructed.

"No. I'm not a thirteen year old girl."

"Just do it!"

Dean huffed. He lowered his hand onto the pointer. "Alright, Sam. But I still don't think this isn't going to work."

The pointer moved.

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"Okay. It works."

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"I'll be damned. It's her."

Sam laughed. "It's good to hear from you, Raven. It hasn't been the same without you."

"Damn straight." Dean agreed.

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"She's fast." Sam noted.

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"Oh. Great. She's had practice with Ouija boards." Dean snarked.

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"Bitch." Dean replied, glaring at the air around him.

Sam gave him a bitchface.

"Right, sorry." Dean looked back down at the board.

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"Raven, what? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked.

"Was it that thing that Sam overheard?" Dean asked.

The pointer pointed at yes. It swirled around, pointing at yes again.

"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam asked.

The pointer swirled back to yes.

"Well what is it?" Dean asked.

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"A reaper. Raven. Is it after you?" Sam asked.

YES

"Then it's not hunting her. It's just taking people, when it's their-" Dean hesitated. "Their time."

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

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

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"Man, you're, um." Sam stumbled. The pointer was still moving between those two letters.

"She's screwed, Sam." Dean stated. "You can say it. She's screwed."

"No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." Sam walked away from the table. Dean let go of the pointer. It was still 'laughing' at them. "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do."

Sam left the room, storming off towards John's room.

Leaving Dean alone with a moving Ouija board. The start, to many horror films.

"I don't want this." He pushed away the small table. It rolled off. The pointer only hesitated a moment before moving again.

==GMB==

A Reaper was shaking her head, doing her best to look anywhere but at the Winchesters.

But Raven was still full body laughing, only just barely able to keep moving the pointer.

"It wasn't that funny."

"Hehehe, can't kill death, what the fuck Dean...Winchester Logic for the win...I think this is what's going to kill me- I can't breathe-"

"You don't have your lungs right now."

"Oh. So I can laugh forever!"

Billie really wished she could affect the real world. Because then she could smash her head against the wall.

Or better yet, Raven's.

==GMB==

Only John Winchester's room was empty.

"Dad." Sam realized. He grabbed his dad's journal before rushing back to Dean's room.

His brother was still in his bed. The pointer was now just spelling out swear words.

"Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam revealed.

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"Where is he?" Dean asked, sitting up in bed. He was completely ignoring how the pointer was now spelling 'f u j w'.

"But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." Sam sat on Dean's bed.

Sam started flipping through the journal.

==GMB==

"Did I ever have you fooled?"

"No."

"Could I?"

"No."

"What really makes you fight? It's not because they're telling you. You don't seem the type to cave into the wants of others."

"I do when they ask."

"Oh?"

"For all the stubborn bitch that I am, I'm not good at telling people no. You got your fair share of it."

"Hmm."

"Reapers, they take forms to coerce the people to die. Some people, I guess expect the whole cloak and scythe thing. Others? They need a more gentle hand. Reighley is an amazing girl. I would've done anything she asked, I know I would've. 2nd Terra was a disaster with romance. And what Reaper do I get? A Reaper that looks nothing like Tessa, but one with dark skin, dark hair, a red leather jacket, and looks like the kind of woman I would let kill me."

"I won't kill you."

"Cause Reapers can't. And I won't do what you say either, Billie. Sorry- still not into necrophilia."

"You still haven't said why you won't die."

"Sister, it's not for lack of trying. There have been countless times I should've died. I was pushed down a flight of stairs. I was shot twice! And that wasn't even in this universe! I should definitely have died centuries ago."

"You're not human, are you?"

"No."

"What are you? When did you change? You can't be one of that lot."

"I don't think I ever was. Human, I mean. And if I told you what I was, you wouldn't believe me. Dying here only sends me back Home. I'm not dead. I'm just no longer Raven Winchester."

"Would that be so bad?"

"No."

"Then give in. Death is nothing to fear. It's natural. Everyone has their time, and this is your's."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I told you. Because someone asked."

"That's not an answer."

"It's either you, or him."

"Don't. Don't make me do that."

"It's not my choice."

"Don't make me choose. I can't- do that to them."

"You know what you have to do."

==GMB==

In Dean's room, Sam slammed the book shut.

"There's nothing in here."

"Are you sure? Did you check everything?" Dean asked.

"Every page!" Sam snapped. He dropped the book on Dean's bed, storming off to pace. "Raven!" He called out.

Dean checked the Ouija. It wasn't moving. It hadn't for a few minutes.

"I don't know how to help you." Sam explained to the air. "But I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that." Sam stated.

That rung a bell in Dean's head. He couldn't really remember all of it, could barely remember that it rang a bell at all.

"Raven, you've got to hold on. You can't go, not now. We were just starting to be a family." Sam explained, sounding more emotional and hurt with each word. "Can you hear me?"

Both were looking at the Ouija.

Nothing moved.

"I'm going to her room." Sam stated. He walked off to the next room.

==GMB==

"They need me! That's why- they asked me to stay because they need me!"

"The fights over, Millie."

"No it's not. The fight is always happening. Always. You think a simple thing like being dead can stop a Winchester? No. If I've learned anything about this family, it's that they fight everything with all they've got! Dying is just- just- just a pit stop for them. I won't die here, I know I won't. There won't be peace on the other side- whatever that side is. I won't be a part of their manipulations! I know manipulation, Billie, and your almost convincing me if you keep glaring at me like that."

"Then I'm sorry."

"No! Billie you get back here!"

==GMB==

But in the end, it was neither of them.

Because true to form- a Winchester had pulled a Stupid.

==GMB==

"Billie?!"

"Today's your lucky day, kid."

==GMB==

Raven screamed as she shot up from the bed. She was gasping and choking on the tubes in her mouth.

"Raven?" Sam asked. His sister didn't answer, seizing on the bed. "Help! I need help!" He called out.

==GMB==

Raven stared ahead.

Sam and Dean were beside her bed. Dean was in a wheelchair, while Sam stood just at his side. The doctor was going over Raven's medical file.

"I can't explain it. The infection vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good." The doctor reported. "The same for you, Mr Winchester, and your injuries. You guys have some kind of angel watching over you."

Somewhere up in Heaven, Cas is getting a chill up his spine.

"Thanks, doc." Dean replied.

"Yes, thank you, sir." Raven replied, her voice much lower.

The doctor nodded. He left the room. Raven turned to the boys.

"I used a Ouija board?" She questioned. "And...just laughed on it?"

"Near the end, yeah." Dean answered.

"Well, what did you idiots say that made me laugh?" Raven questioned.

"I don't know what makes you laugh." Dean denied.

Sam snickered. "I think it was when Dean said-"

"Nothing. I said nothing."

"-you can't kill death."

Raven snorted. "Dean. My man. No." She was already laughing again. "O-Okay, okay. I get it. That's a good reason to laugh for a long time." She chuckled, holding her stomach. "Everything is sore but this was too funny."

Dean mockingly sneered.

"Okay I can be serious again." She took a breath. "You said I had a Reaper after me?"

"Yeah." Dean replied.

Raven hummed. She let her head fall back against the bed, a thoughtful look on her face.

"How'd you ditch it?" Dean asked.

"No idea." Raven lied, she tapped her fingers on her blanket. Something behind them caught her eye. "Holy- Sam is that my Bag?"

"Yeah. I found it in the car. I don't actually know if everything is still there. You can look." He went over to it, picking it up. He brought it back to Raven. "Sorry- about the-"

"Nah it's fine." Raven tapped a blood splattered button. "This happens a lot."

"So you don't know how you shook it off?" Dean asked.

"No." Raven answered. "I- nothing."

"You really don't remember anything?" Sam asked.

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Boys, something's not right." Raven told them.

Someone knocked on her door. The boys and Raven turned to it. John was standing in the door, smiling as though nothing was wrong. "How you feeling, honey?" John asked.

Raven watched him carefully. "I'm alive." She answered plainly. She shifted in the bed, her fingers pressing on the buttons on the Bag. "And they said Dean was all healed up.

"That's what matters." John conceded.

"Where were you last night?" Sam insisted.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's sense of timing. Raven was scratching the dried blood off the buttons.

"I had some things to take care of." John explained.

"Well, that's specific." Sam snarked.

"Come on, Sam." Dean requested.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam pressed.

"No." John answered.

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

"Can we not fight?" John requested, pleading with his son. "You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

"...Dad, are you all right?" Sam asked, now showing concern.

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

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam walked out into the hallway. He still looked concerned.

"And, Raven?"

Raven tilted her head.

"I'm sorry. About everything." John apologized.

Raven turned her head from him. "Thank you."

"Dean. Could you and I speak in the hall for a minute?"

"Yeah Dad, sure." Dean wheeled himself out of Raven's room.

She watched him go, heart heavy.

==GMB==

John Winchester had only one request for his eldest son.

Along with instructions just in case it went wrong.

Dean had not been so horrified in a long time.

==GMB==

John died two minutes later, Sam and Dean watching in dismay.

"I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am."

Raven, who could hear them down the hall fought back tears.

==GMB==

Lilac was still holding Morgan's hand.

Then her cellphone rang. Lilac picked it up from her pocket. "Hello?"

"Hey princess."

"Mom!"

==GMB==

AN: As I wrote this, I realized I had no control. The Winchesters kept making their own choices outside of my command.