A/N: Ah, I can't believe I actually finished season five. Thank you to all who have continued reading through the grammatical errors and tolerating my over-dramatic character.

Disclaimer: I only own Maddie and Braden

Episode: Swan Song

I am currently lying on the couch with Braden in Bobby's house. Braden is sitting up with my head resting on his lap. We've been here for about an hour. He absent-mindedly plays with my hair, brings up some short talk topics—anything to help me relax before Dean and I go talk to Sam.

I like sitting here with him. It brings back the memories of us being together and being able to laugh together.

"So you're really going to let Sam do it, huh?" Braden asks. I guess the small talk was getting old. But I don't blame him for asking. The end is near and despite all the small talk we were having, neither of us could get it off our minds.

"We have no other choice," I say. I don't say it defensively. He knows we have no other choice. "I just hope he can pull it off, or else I will never forgive myself."

"Whatever happens, you will always have me, okay?"

I nod my head, but don't say anything else.

Dean walks into the room and stops by the doorway into Bobby's study. "Ready?" He asks me.

No is what I wanted to stay, and Dean saw that written on my face. Of course he did. He knew me too well, but I know I have to do this. I push away my nerves and nod my head, leaving Braden in the house.

Dean wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to his side. Sam is sitting on the hood of Baby, drinking a beer. When we approach, Dean leans down to the cooler by the tire and pulls out two beers, handing one to me.

Sam looks at us with furrowed eyebrows, "Dean? What's going on?"

"I'm in," Dean says.

"Me too," I nod. Funny how the words can taste so acidic.

"In with…"

"The whole up with Satan thing. We're on board," Dean says.

"You're gonna let me say yes?" Sam asks incredulously.

"No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown—well, overgrown—man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play."

Sam emotionlessly laughs, "That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say."

"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you."

I look at Sam who also looks at me to see if I really agree. I refuse to let him see behind my mask and I nod my head.

If Sam saw through me, he ignored it. "Thank you."

"If this is what you want…" Dean says. "Is this really what you want?"

"I let him out," Sam says sadly. "I got to put him back in."

That's enough for Dean to whip out his car keys. First stop, demon blood.

Castiel and I are the ones who walk into an old abandoned farmhouse where we have already trapped at least a dozen demons. When we walk out, we nod to Sam and Dean that it was safe to go in there and drain the demons of their blood. I didn't want to be in there to watch.

Castiel and I stand outside while Sam and Dean carry empty gallon jugs into the house.

"What are the odds, Cas?" I ask when they disappeared behind the door.

Castiel doesn't answer me, and I don't blame him. Who wants to tell someone that their brother is most likely going to die. Bobby walks up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. It's still weird to remember that he can do that again.

Sam and Dean walk out with two jugs in each hand filled to the brim with demon blood. They place the jugs in the trunk of the impala.

Dean walks over to us, "I still can't get used to you at eye level."

"Did you get it?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah all the go juice Sammy can drink," Dean says. I look down at my shoes.

Bobby glances at me and then back to my oldest brother, "You okay?"

"Not really," He answers honestly. "What do you got?"

"Not much. These look like omens to you?" He hands Dean a newspaper, "Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A."

"Wait, what about Detroit?" Dean looks up.

"Temp's dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown."

"That's the one," Dean folds up the newspaper, "Devil's in Detroit."

"Really? As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Dean says.

Sam, Dean, Castiel and I hit the road soon after Sam drank some of the blood. Castiel and I sat in the back seat and a couple of hours into the drive, he fell asleep.

"Aw, ain't he a little angel," Dean coos sarcastically in the front, after looking back at Castiel in the rearview mirror.

"Angels don't sleep," I say grumpily. We're getting close if Castiel lost all his angel mojo.

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this," Dean says.

"Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it," He replies. That's true.

"You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are."

"Here we are," Sam repeats.

"Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't."

"Dean, I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings. Hey, um... on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you about."

"What?"

"This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box... y-you know I'm not coming back."

I swallow the lump in my throat and watch Dean.

"Yeah, I'm aware."

"So you got to promise me something," Sam looks over his shoulder at me. "Both of you have to promise me."

I look up from my hands, "Promise you what?"

"You got to promise not to try to bring me back," Sam says.

Both of our eyebrows raise dramatically. Dean's the first one to interject, "What? No, I didn't sign up for that."

"Dean—"

"Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me just to sit by and do nothing?"

"Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky."

"As if we're just going to let you rot in there!" I say defensively. Sam was out of his mind if he thought we were just going to sit around while he suffered down under.

"Yeah, you are," Sam demands. He sounds like Dad when he talks like that. "You don't have a choice."

"You can't ask us to do that," Dean says shakily.

"I'm sorry Dean. You have to."

"So then what am I supposed to do?" Dean says.

"You go find Lisa. You pray to god she's dumb enough to take you in, and you—you have barbecues and go to football games. Madison, you make it work with Braden and start a life for yourself. You go live some normal, apple-pie life. Promise me."

Dean and I don't say anything at first. Live a normal life? How long would that last? It didn't even work for Sam when he went to college. But I knew our silence wouldn't satisfy Sam. He only wanted the best for us—always had.

"I promise," I say, looking at the back of Dean's head. "We both promise." Dean didn't say anything, but I saw his jaw clench. At least he didn't deny it.

We met Bobby and Braden in Chicago, Illinois. Bobby is standing in front of the house that the devil is supposedly inhabiting. He has binoculars pressed against his face.

"Demons. At least two dozen of them. You were right—something's up." Bobby says.

"More than something. He's here. I know it." Dean says.

Dean walks away to the trunk of the impala. Bobby reverts his attention to Sam, "I'll see ya around, kid."

"See ya around," Sam says.

See ya around. A statement that may not even be true.

Sam and Bobby hug it out.

Bobby pats him on the shoulder. "He gets in. You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch."

"Yes sir," Sam nods and turns to Castiel. They shake hands, "Take care of these guys, okay?"

I didn't like this. I didn't like the feeling building up in the pit of my stomach.

"That's not possible," Castiel says. I roll my eyes at Castiel's clueless brain.

"Then humor me," Sam says seriously.

"Oh. I was supposed to lie." Again, another eye roll. "Uh…Sure. They'll be fine."

"Just—" Sam holds up his hand, "Just stop…stop talking." Sam walks back to the impala and takes out another jug of blood. I have to look away. However, Dean continues to stare. "You mind not watching this?"

Dean walks away and places a hand on my shoulder and we walk away together.

A couple of minutes later Sam walks back to us. "Okay, let's go."

We walk past Bobby and Castiel in silence and into the house. Sam's attitude shifts from mellow to aggressive. "All right! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!"

Three demons round the corner with glares spread across their faces.

"Hey, guys." Dean smirks. "Is your father home?"

They walk towards us.

"Don't fight 'em," Sam says after noticing my stance become stiff. I could easily kill these fools, but we need them to take us to Lucifer.

They grab us and manhandle us to a room upstairs. Lucifer has our back to us, but I know it's him. I always get a small headache when I'm around him. He turns around. His face is peeling—not like an evil sunburn but like layers of skin were peeling off his face. The guy he is possessing is not going to last.

"Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in." He turns back around and breathes against the window to make it foggy. He takes his finger and draws a pitchfork against the fog. "Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite."

"Well, I'll alert the media," Dean says. I send a nasty glare his way.

"Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is... a tad suicidal, don't you think?"

"We're not here to fight you," Sam says.

"No?" Lucifer says. "Your sister's mean face says otherwise." I stop myself from killing the demon behind me and charging after this grade-A douche bag. "So if you're not here to fight, then why are you here?"

"I want to say yes," Sam says.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer looks at Sam with surprise.

Sam takes a breath and closes his eyes. Behind us, the demons that were holding us burst into light and fall to the ground lifeless.

"Clock-full of Ovaltine, are we?" Lucifer smirks.

"You heard me. Yes."

"You're serious," Lucifer takes a step forward.

"Look, Judgment Day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off."

"Meaning?"

"Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he lives, you bring our parents back—"

"Okay, can we please drop the telenovela? I know you have the rings, Sam."

I clench my teeth. Of course he knows about the rings. He's freaking Lucifer.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sam denies.

"The Horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my Cage? Ring a bell? Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin... I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win... Well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you."

"So he knows. Doesn't change anything."

"Sam," I warn. Dean doesn't drop his stare from Sam.

"We don't have any other choice," He tells me.

"No," Dean says.

"Yes," Sam says.

Lucifer closes his eyes. When he does, the room fills with a blinding white light. I cover my eyes with my arms. When the light dims, I open my eyes again. Sam's on the floor motionless, but Dean still seems to be in tact. Lucifer is missing.

Dean thinks fast and takes the rings out of his pocket and throws them at the wall, and they stick.

"Bvtmon...Tabges...Babalon," Dean says. The wall caves in to a huge hole where the rings were. The wind begins to pick up. Sam stirs on the floor, catching my attention.

"Sammy!" I yell. I rush to his side and help him up.

"Maddie!" He calls back.

"Sammy!" Dean shouts, helping me to pick up Sam.

Sam groans and holds his head, "I can feel him. Oh, god!"

"You got to go now! Come on! Go now, Sammy. Now!"

Sam walks towards the sucking hole and takes a deep breath. He stops and turns around to look at us. He has a smile on his face, but it wasn't Sammy's smile.

"I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone." Sam. Err…Lucifer says. I feel the rage begin to bubble underneath my skin. We lost Sam forever. Lucifer turns back to the hole in the wall. "Chdr bvtmon tabges babalon." The hole closes and Lucifer moves to pull the rings off the wall. "I told you…this would always happen in Detroit."

Lucifer disappears with Sam's body, leaving Dean and I alone. We both have tears in our eyes. We've officially been defeated.

Now it is just me, Bobby, Dean, and Braden. We walk down a strip of the town until we reach a store that has TVs displayed in the windows. Each one is playing a different segment from the News—and none of them are happy stories.

"It's starting," Castiel says, still staring at the TVs.

"Yeah, you think genius?" Dean replies.

Castiel glances at him, "You don't have to be mean."

Although Castiel is my friend, I want to sock him in the face right now.

"So what do we do now?" I ask. Braden's hand rubs along my right arm calmingly. He knows me too well.

"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... Just wait for the inevitable blast wave." Castiel says.

"Yeah, swell. Thank you, Bukowski." Dean rolls his eyes. "She means, how do we stop it?"

"We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins."

"Okay, well, where's this chosen field?"

"I don't know," Castiel replies.

"Well, there's got to be something that we can do," I glare.

"I'm sorry, Madison. I'm sorry Dean, but this is over."

Dean balls up his fists, "You listen to me, you junkless sissy—we are not giving up!" Dean glances over at Bobby who doesn't back him up. "Bobby?"

Bobby shrugs, "There was never much to begin with. I don't know what to do."

I feel myself getting irritated, being around Castiel and Bobby who were doing absolutely nothing to help Sam out of this situation. Lucifer is currently possessing my brother's body and we were just going to stand there and do nothing? It's time we hit up the one person who does know a little something about something.

"Excuse me," I move out of Braden's grip and walk towards the impala for some privacy. I watch Dean's eyes follow me all the way there.

I offer a small grin to say that I'm okay and then I call Chuck. I dial his number and he answers on the first dial tone, "Mistress Magda?" He answers.

"Uh, Chuck?" I pull my phone away from my ear and check the contact name one more time to make sure I didn't dial the wrong number. "It's Madison."

"Oh, uh, Madison. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call."

"Who's Mistress Magda?" I ask. Although Sam is constantly on my mind, I did let a smirk form on my face at the thought of Chuck calling a prostitute named Mistress Magda.

"Nothing. She's a, uh, a—just a , uh…a close friend," He stutters.

"Yeah, I'll bet," I say. "Whatever happened to Becky?"

"Didn't work out," He says. "I had too much respect for her."

"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?"

"Okay, this can't be why you called," Chuck sighs.

"I'm assuming you know Sam said yes." Chuck replies in a hum. "Did you see where the title fight goes down?"

"The angels are keeping it top secret—very hush-hush."

"Dammit," I curse.

"But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet. It's tomorrow, high noon—place called Stull Cemetery."

Dean walks over to me with narrowed eyes.

I narrow mine too. "Stull Cemetery?" I pause. It sounded so familiar.

Dean tilts his head, "That's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence."

Lawrence? "Why Lawrence?" I ask.

"Who are you talking to?" Dean asks.

"Chuck," I whisper.

"I don't know. It all has to end where it started, I guess." Chuck says.

Dean takes the phone away from me, "You know any way to short-circuit this thing?" Dean doesn't say anything as Chuck replies. Then he nods, "All right. Thanks, Chuck."

Bobby, Cas, and Braden walk up to us as we rearrange Dean's trunk of weapons.

"Smart move calling Chuck," Dean says.

"Thought it was worth a shot," I shrug.

"You goin' someplace? You're goin' to do somethin' stupid. You got that look." Bobby says, pointing to Dean.

"We're going to go talk to Sam," Dean answers.

"You two just don't give up," Bobby says.

"It's Sam," I glare.

"If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield." Castiel says.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?" Dean says, slamming the trunk down.

"I just want you to understand –the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother."

"Well, then I aint gonna let him die alone," I say. Dean looks at me and nods his head. Neither of us would be able to live knowing Sam died so horribly when we could have stopped it.

Before any of the men can protest, we get into the car and drive off.

The drive to Lawrence, Kansas took about two days. It was hard to make conversation with each other since our minds were filled with images of Lucifer occupying Sam's body.

"Hey, Maddie," Dean says when we pass the Welcome to Kansas sign. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the goodbye lecture or the I love you without saying I love you talk. The second the sun goes down, it's going to be the end for all of us…most likely. "I just want you to know that although we've had our ups and downs these past couple of years, I'm proud of you."

I narrow my eyebrows. Ah, so this was going to be both an I love you talk and goodbye lecture. "Proud of me?" How could he be proud of me? I grew up to be a monster.

"You grew up with a shitty lifestyle that you had no control of. You could have ended up worse, but you didn't."

"Well, Dean that was all you," I grin. "You're the one that basically raised me my entire life." Dean doesn't say anything. "Sam and I grew up to be who we are because of you. What happened with Sam…it's not your fault. It was bound to happen. It was destiny…or whatever the hell the angels want to call it. You did the best you could. If we die…die without regrets."

Dean nods his head but doesn't say anything else. I hope he believes me, but it's hard to read his stone hard face.

We pull into the cemetery when the sun is about to set. Dean breaks when Sam and…Adam come into view. They're standing in the middle of the cemetery and neither look happy to see each other.

Dean leans over and slides a tape into his cassette player. Our thoughts are muffled out by "Rock of Ages" by Def Leppard. He drives closer to our brothers until we catch their attention. Dean parks the car and we get out of our seats and peak over our open doors.

"Howdy, boys," Dean says.

I smirk from right next to him. "Sorry, are we interrupting something?"

"Dean," Sam—I mean Lucifer says. "Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid. Madison—well this seems just about right." I roll my eyes.

"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam." Dean says.

Adam takes a step towards us. "You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here." Ah, so this must be Michael.

"Adam," I say, moving his attention from Dean to me. "If you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry."

"Adam isn't home right now," He replies with a glare.

Dean points. "Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him."

"You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!"

"Hey, ass-butt!" Someone across the field shouts.

Castiel walks over to us with a mean glower on his face. Behind him is Braden and Bobby. My eyes grow wide. They followed us. Castiel throws a bottle from his hand at Adam. He screams and goes up in flames.

"Ass-butt?" Dean repeats with a question.

Castiel ignores him, "He'll be back—and upset—but you got your five minutes."

"Castiel. Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?" Lucifer asks accusingly. My heart races.

"Uh…no," Castiel replies. We should have worked on his lies when we had the chance.

"No one dicks with Michael but me," Lucifer glares.

Lucifer snaps his fingers. Castiel's body explodes and chunks of his human body literally rain down above us.

"Cas!" I scream. I look at Bobby and Braden, suddenly more nervous for their safety than I was before.

"Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean screams. I see him getting nervous too. He walks closer to Lucifer.

Lucifer grows more agitated, "You know... I tried to be nice... for Sammy's sake. But you... are such a pain... in my ass."

Lucifer grabs Dean by the collar of his jacket and throws Dean into the windshield of his car. The glass shatters behind him from the forced weight. Bobby tries to help by shooting Sam in the back. I feel nauseous when Lucifer doesn't flinch. He looks up, but doesn't turn around. Instead, he twists his fist. Then Bobby and Braden's neck snap, and they fall to the ground.

"No!" Dean and I scream at the top of our lungs. I watch as Braden's body lies lifeless on the ground and it was like world had comes to a stop. This is all my fault.

Lucifer returns his attention back to Dean. He's pulled Dean off the hood of the impala and punches him several times in the face hard—harder than any natural human can punch. Dean's face blows up like a black and blue balloon. Dean falls back on the car, spitting blood.

"Hey!" I scream at him.

Suddenly I have a flashback to a dream I had ages ago, and then I'm reminded of the message my dad left Dean before he died. "Kill Sam before he kills Madison." Was he talking about this moment?

Lucifer laughs humorlessly at me. "You," He points.

"Maddie, don't."

"He's my brother too, Dean," I say without taking my eyes off of Lucifer. It was weird how passionately I hated the man in front of me even when it wears Sam's face.

"You have been a pain in my ass for far too long," He says, taking a step closer to me. My eyes blink silver. Inside Sam's body is sparkly black. His grace must have turned black when he fell but left some traces behind.

"Yeah, that flaw seems to run in both of our families. Pretty ironic."

Lucifer comes at me fast, but I'm faster. I doge is right hook and grab at his wrist. Smoke emerges from under my grip and he rips his hand away from me as his skin burns. I lift my foot and kick him in the stomach. He flies backwards into a gravestone.

Lucifer shakes his head and chuckles darkly, standing up, "You had so much potential Madison. You and Sammy."

"You have played mind games with my family for too long. You may have Sam now, but there is no way in hell you're going to keep him."

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer but stops himself. "Ah, ah ah. Sam wants to remind you of that promise you made."

I shake my head, "Don't worry, Sam. It's not going to be us. It's going to be you."

"I've had enough of you," Lucifer is in front of me in a second. He slams me against the hood of the car, just where Dean was. I hear him groan from the ground, trying to get up so he can help me.

Lucifer places a hand on my chest, above the breasts where my heart is. The most intense burning I have ever felt before. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I don't want to give Lucifer the satisfaction. I felt like the Grinch, my heart felt like it was shrinking. My skin gets paler and my eyes turn back to their normal color.

This is it. I'm dying and whatever deal I had with Crowley is going down the shitter. I glance over at Dean who's way too weak to make any moves, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He'll never stop trying. I look at him and nod my head, letting him know I'm going to be okay. I don't have time to see his reaction, but I think I'm okay with that.

Then, the world goes black.

Contrary to what was predicted, the world is still spinning. Buildings are standing tall and the grass is getting greener as the spring season rolls in. The people still walking the Earth carry on their usual routine as if nothing major had just happened.

Nurses wrap around the halls to enter room 306 in the ICU unit of the hospital in Lawrence, Kansas. In the room are three sleep deprived men and an overly awake man who never took off his trench coat. They surround the woman lying in bed who's been in a coma for six days.

"Do you have any update at all?" Dean asks the nurse as she walks around them. He already knows her answer. Madison has been a curious case amongst all the hospital staff since she came in through the ER.

He hasn't left his spot on the uncomfortable cushioned chair since Madison has been admitted.

In the end, Sam was able to pull through and stuff himself into the cage, but unfortunately Adam fell in there too. Dean was left alive but harmed majorly physically, mentally, and emotionally. Castiel was able to heal the physical injuries, but Dean could care less about those. Castiel also healed Braden and Bobby, but when it came down to Madison, the most he could do was make her heart beat again, but Dean was going to take any chance he had for his sister to live.

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Johnson," the nurse replies. "Her vitals are all still very low and we haven't seen any brain activity since arrival." The nurse licks her lips and the mood dims even more than they thought was possible. The men hold their breath, expecting what she's going to say next. "Have you thought about—"

"No," Dean holds up his hand to stop her from speaking even further. "Not yet."

The nurse nods her head understandingly. "There are counselors in the building if you need any advising of the subject." She glances at the other three. "I'll be back in an hour to check up on her again."

When the nurse walks out Castiel steps forward, "I have to go. I'll come back when I can." And with that he leaves.

Bobby walks towards the door, "I should start driving back too." Dean nods, as if telling him that it was okay. "Update me if anything happens. Take care, son."

"Thanks Bobby," Dean says.

"You coming?" Bobby asks Braden.

"No I'm gonna stay here," Braden leans back in the windowsill, never taking his eyes off what he considers the love of his life.

"You sure?"

Braden nods and Bobby accepts. He walks away with a broken heart.

"Braden, you really don't have to stay here," Dean says one more time. It wasn't that he didn't want him to stay, he deserved to at this point.

Braden shakes his head, "I promised I wouldn't leave her." He says. Dean looks at him, thinking of how much this kid has changed since the first time they met. Dean thought he was a prick—only wanting to be with his sister for all the wrong reasons. But now, he couldn't picture anyone more perfect for her. If she were to ever get married, Dean would want it to be to Braden, and he never thought he would ever think that.

"Okay," Dean replies, looking down at Madison. She looks so fragile, lying there with nothing but machines keeping her alive.

The next couple of days were spent in silent prayer. It was Dean's last resort to believe in a god that for some reason would take interest in him and his family and pull through. Braden never took his eyes off of Maddie for even a minute, always afraid that if he did, she would be gone.

Dean was constantly thinking about Sammy in hell with Lucifer and the promise Sam made him make. He looked at his phone at least once a day, constantly running his finger over Lisa's phone number, but he never had the nerve to actually call her.

He looked down at his younger sister with sad eyes. It was his job to protect her always, and he felt as though he failed. She was pale, so delicate. It hurt him to think she wasn't going wake up. He tried summoning Crowley to call him out on this bullshit deal he made that was supposed to keep Maddie alive, but since Maddie never actually killed the devil, the deal was off. He disappeared before Dean could kill him.

Braden steps out of the room when his phone rings, telling Dean it's Bobby calling for his regular update. Dean nods and lets him go. When he is out of earshot with Braden, he reaches over for Maddie's hand.

"C'mon, Madds. You're all I have left," Dean says, his voice shaking as tears threaten to fall. "You need to pull through because without you, I have nothing. I have no reason to go—"

Dean stops when loud beeps and alarms sounded in the room. Dean stands up, alarmed as nurses and doctors swarm into the room.

"What's going on!" Braden demands, running back into the room. His phone is flipped shut.

"Get them out of here!" A doctor demands.

"What's wrong with her!" Dean shouts. He still hasn't taken his eyes off Maddie. They were hooking her up with more wires. This was it, he thought.

A polite nurse excuses herself from her colleagues and approaches the brother, "Your sister's heart has stopped. We're trying to get it pumping again. They're about to electro-shock her. You're going to want to step out for this one."

"No," Dean shakes his head. "That's my sister. She's my responsibility. I'm not going anywhere."

"Charge to 300," another doctor says. Braden's eyes go wide as he looks to Dean for help, but there was nothing he could do. They were using the paddles.

"350."

"Clear!"

Braden tries pushing past the nurse who restrained him from walking any further. He clutched at the nurse's arms in desperation.

"We've got a pulse," Someone says. Dean closes his eyes and feels 100 pounds lighter. "She's still unconscious, but she's stable."

"Thank you," Braden places a thankful hand on the shoulder of one of the doctors. Dean nods with gratitude as well.

Another couple of days pass again and neither boy has left their places besides Madison's bed. Nothing has changed with Madison's condition, and it was starting to take a toll on their mental health.

Braden glances at Dean. He looks more exhausted than a man who hasn't slept in seventy-five years. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I think that maybe…"

"Please don't say it," Dean pleads.

"Maybe you should go see Lisa," Braden says anyway. Dean looks up and raises an eyebrow. Of course Madison would find a way to tell Braden about the promise Sam made them make. "Madison wouldn't want you sitting here feeling sorry for her, for Sam. It's killing you, sitting here!"

Dean stands up from his seat, "I already lost Sam. I can't lose her too!"

"You're not going to lose her," Braden says. "But you and I both know that Madison would not want you here watching her hooked up to machines when you could be starting a new life—a life you both deserve." Dean doesn't say anything. "I'm not going to do anything while you're gone."

Dean runs his hand through his hair, "It just doesn't seem right."

"None of this is right," Braden says. "But dude, come on. You reek."

Dean scoffs, "Right back at ya." He sighs and leans down, with his hands on his knees, "All right. I'll do it." Dean walks over to the hospital bed and leans down, kissing Madison on the forehead. "I'll be back soon Jailbait." He turns to walk out the door, sniffling in his tears. "Call me if anything changes."

"Of course," Braden nods.

"Take care of her."

He nods again, "I will. You take care of yourself, Dean."

When Dean leaves, Braden takes a seat in the uncomfortable chair Dean was once occupying. He leans forward and wraps his hand around Madison's. He kisses the top of her hand. It's cold and soft.

"Madison, baby, I need you to wake up. If not for me, then for Dean. He needs you now more than ever." He sighs, feeling silly for talking to someone who isn't going to respond. "Everyone here needs you."

The next couple of weeks went by brutally slow. Dean would show up at least 2-3 days a week. He wanted to come more, but Braden convinced him to try and live a normal life. So on the days that he didn't show up to the hospital in person, he called Braden, demanding an update. Bobby called every day as well, and although Braden found himself repeating the same things over and over again which was depressing him even more, he knew that the two older men meant well. As for Castiel, he's been MIA for about a month.

Madison's monitors start beeping rapidly again. Braden jolts awake from the small nap he was taking in the chair. "Oh, no," he says. He couldn't have Madison's heart fail on her again. It would kill him.

Doctors and nurses rush in to check her out. They check all over her body, looking for any kind of indication as to why her vitals were jumping.

"What's wrong with her?" Braden asks.

"She's waking up," A doctor says, after coming the realization as to why every machine was freaking out.

"What?" Braden pushes past the doctors and nurses, and this time they let him. He kneels down to be eye level with Maddie, who is actually awake! Blinking her eyes and moving her head. He couldn't believe his eyes. ""Hey, baby."

"Hey," She grins. Her voice is groggy and yeah, she needs a breath mint, but Braden wouldn't change a thing about this moment. Her eyes roam the room and at the people staring at her. Her eyebrows scrunch with confusion. It was so cute, Braden thought. "We're in a hospital."

"Yeah," Braden nods, "Yeah we are. How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been run over by a train," She frowns. Braden rubs his thumb soothingly on her skin. And then she asks a question. A question that hurts Braden's heart to answer. "Where's Sam?"

Braden casted a glanced behind him at the nurses and doctors. How was he supposed to tell the love of his life that her brother is stuck in hell with Lucifer still riding inside of him?