Back at the bunker, you, Sam and Dean were sipping on some gin. Your facial expression was angry, confused and you didn't know how to react to anything anymore. Anger took over your body. That's all you knew how to do. Just being angry.
"Y/N, it wasn't just Cas. It wasn't. We knew Jack was dangerous. We always knew. Long before he killed Michael. You more than anyone. I mean, from the very beginning, you knew. But, you know, we fell for him 'cause he had a good heart and a good soul. Then he didn't. And that's on me, too, by the way. I mean, I'm the one who made the call to bring him back. He didn't ask for that. I decided for him. And you warned me." Sam explained to you, his voice trying to get you calm. Your feet were shaking up and down, uncontrollably.
"No, you didn't know, okay?" You shot at him, glancing up at him.
We didn't know. Exactly. We didn't know. But -he had become our family. You know, after Maggie and the other Hunters died I just left. Just dumped Jack on Cas and left. I knew. I mean, I knew something was gonna I just didn't know it'd be this." Sam told you, trying to make you shoot a simple glance if you were okay.
"I did it, too. When I talked to Donatello about Jack, he said he was good as far as he could tell. But then he talked about how powerful Jack was and that he could never really be sure. And it was a warning. I just couldn't see it. None of us saw it." Dean sipped on his gin and placed it back on the table.
**
On the road back from Rowenas place to locate Jack, you were sitting in the back of the impala, quietly. Staring at the clouds, hoping, wondering if Mom was okay up there. As Sam and Dean were mumbling words to each other, you weren't paying attention anymore. Your heart was just broken, you're broken. Nothing you could do could bring your mom back. She was your hero, nothing would ever replace her.
"Rowena, hey. We just left your place." You shot up and stopped feeling sorry for yourself to listen in to Rowena on the phone.
"Well, I'm back! Listen. Jack is using magic to try to bring your mom back." Rowena informs you all.
"Can he do that?!" You asked anxiously, sitting up all the way to speak into the phone.
"There's no body. And your boy, he snapped." Rowena squealed. "He's desperate. Confused, angry. You have to try to stop him." Rowena warned us.
"Why?" Dean questioned, confused.
"Necromancy is a delicate art. It's unpredictable under ideal circumstances. In his state, oh, I fear your boy will bring back something terrible." Rowena explained.
*
Heading over quickly to where Rowena told you guys where Jack was, you immediately saw Jack standing there in the middle of the forest. You shoe yourself out of the impala, hearing Sam and Dean screech your name. Without listening, you stopped when you were just close enough to Jack.
"Jack." Your voice cracked.
"It didn't work." Jack turned his body towards you, revealing a motionless Mary on the ground. You huffed out, tucking in your lips to stop the tears that were flowing down your cheek. You rushed over to her, holding lifeless Mary in your arms.
"Mom, no. No. No. No!" You squealed, placing your head on her forehead. Sam and Dean arrived at the scene, Jack disappeared. Dean and Sam joined you, holding her and caressing her body, really panning out that she's really dead.
"Sam. Dean." You placed your head on Sams chest as he held it with his huge hands. He shushed you, making it worse of you just wailing into Sams chest. You feel the touch of Dean pat your back in comfort, hearing Sam and Deans sniffs.
"Mom." You whispered, having a tear fall onto her cheek.
