Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Kindness

Khalilah:

When his hand fell from my cheek, leaving me holding the grainy, low quality photo from our wedding, I knew, deep down, that he was gone. But the part of me that was now dying inside myself, the part that wanted to take reason and just throw it out of the universe and leave it there in the rain like a naughty dog, refused to believe that. 

So I took him back to the car, barely able to carry both him and my ever increasing central mass to the car, where Sammy was still unconscious in the back. Then with the last of my Angelic Battery, I took us home, dragging them both into the bunker, and summoning Crowley to do his part in his resurrection. I would freely give myself to him if it meant that my daughter could be safe and sound on this plane of existence with her father.

If I hadn't been in this condition, with a brand new life growing inside me, I'd have screamed, I'd have lost control all over again and let myself just... Just let go and howl at the moon with no regard for anything in the universe once more. But as it was, I had my unborn daughter to think of, so I just sat there, waiting for something to happen. 

"Wh, w, what?!" Sam gasped, suddenly sitting up on the sofa, looking around in alarm. "K, K, Kali?"

"He's dead."

He frowned, holding his jaw as he started to walk towards me. "What do you mean, who's dead?" Then he realised as he saw the look on my face and he put his hand over his mouth, looking like he was trying hard not to cry. "Oh, oh my God... No, no, Dean... He can't be, I won't let him be!"

I burst into noisy sobs, and he wrapped his arms around me as I then gasped, feeling something, something happen, my baby twisting inside me before my own hearts started to thud. "Kali? Khalilah, are you alright, is it the baby?"

Not answering, I started to run from the room, towards my bedroom where I had left my husbands corpse, still warm and the blood not yet dry. As I turned on the light, I held my breath, hoping, praying, that he was still there, that I wasn't an idiot, and had forgotten how Cain became a Demon himself. Why? Why did I let Crowley in here? Because there was no body, just a note on the pillow in Dean's blocky handwriting, and no photo from his bedside table. Khalilah let me go.

"Hey, hey, hey, what is it? What's wrong?" Sam asked, finally catching up with me. "Where's his body?"

Not listening, I started to pack a bag, full of what little baby stuff I'd bought and hidden, as well as my clothes, a few photo's and weapons, shoved into the TARDIS bag, which was then thrown over my shoulder. "I'm taking the Impala, Sam. I'll phone you if I need you, but you, Cassy and Suzy get to work tracking him down, I'm going to hit the streets. If you find anything, you call me first, and you do not, repeat not, take him on by yourself. Understood?"

Sam didn't understand as I took the car keys, having taught myself how to drive on nights that I couldn't sleep, and started towards the door of the bunker. "Hey! what's wrong, Kali, you need to tell me!"

"He's gone, Sam. And, Stars, I don't know if it is possible to get him back. But I am sure as hell going to try because I am not raising this baby girl without him." I replied stiffly, still walking even though he was trying to stop me. "Please, call me if you get word, tell Castiel and Suzetta what's happened, that he died and is now gone." Then I paused, and hugged him tight for a moment. "And if this is goodbye... Then, I'm sorry, Sam. And I love you."

Then I ran before he could stop me, burning rubber as I started towards the main road. Dean Winchester, my newly resurrected Deanmon... I was coming to find you.

3 Months Later:

Dear mum and dad, 

The world is not kind.