Present Day

"When I'm in trouble," Jaxxenne began.

"Jaxx, please, don't do it, this is getting really old," Dean groaned.

Sam laughed.

"I think, 'What would Dean do?' And then I don't do it. And then I think, 'What would Sam do?', and I still don't do that, because Sam would be the one to blow someone's brains out."

"Would not," Sam insisted.

"Come on! Did you see that gunner back there? Dean's all like, 'Hey, we don't want this to end the wrong way, no one wants to get shot', and what does Dean do? He gets shot in the frikkin' arm. And what did you do? You shot the guy back. Therefore, I am right." She paused for a moment. "OOOH, I got another one. Okay. When I'm in trouble, I think, 'What would God do?', and then I don't do it, because I'd get in trouble for smiting everyone."

Dean laughed at that one.

"HA! I finally made you laugh."

"Shuddup," Dean laughed.

"Come on, Dean-o," she said, "You do one now."

He shook his head and Sam grinned. "Dean. Now."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. When I'm in trouble, I think, 'What would Jaxxenne do?' And then I don't do it, because she'd get this stupid game started again."

She gasped and punched his good arm. Then her face paled. Her stomach twisted and her chest tightened. Her throat burned, her head stung, and she could feel it coming on again. She'd been having the same exact pains for over three months, and hadn't told Sam or Dean. But this time, there was nowhere to run. She was stuck in the car with both of them, and both of them noticed something was wrong.

"Jaxxenne?" Sam turned in his seat and grabbed her shoulder.

"Sam, Dean, there's something I have to... tell... you... I--" Before she could finish, she started coughing.

"SHHIT!" Dean yelled, pulling the car over. He physically jumped into the backseat and sat next to Jaxxenne. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Her eyes drooped closed and she coughed blood. "Sam, drive!" Dean put his arm around her shoulders and held her up. "No, no, Jaxx, this can't happen." She passed out in his arms. "Jaxxenne, wake up, please!" He patted her cheek carefully and her eyes cracked open slightly. "Jaxx, stay awake," Dean demanded.

"Dean." Her voice was almost inaudible. Dean had to lean closer to hear her. "I. I have to tell you... this has been... going..." She paused as more coughs wracked her body. "Three months."

Dean studied her face to see if she was serious. Her eyes closed again. "NO! Stay awake, Jaxxenne!" She didn't respond. He felt her pulse and closed his eyes against the tears burning in the back of his throat. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest, trying to keep her alive. "Please, Jaxx, wake up!"

4 hours later, in the hospital

Dean sighed and his leg tapped faster and faster with every minute that the doctor didn't come out. Sam came back a few moments later with two sodas and two candybars. He handed one of each to Dean, who nodded thankfully and kept his mouth shut.

"Dean," Sam said, looking at Dean's shaking leg, "If you keep that up, you're leg's gonna go through the floor."

Dean shot a glare at him.

"Sorry. Just trying to help."

Dean twisted and untwisted the lid on his soda bottle and started humming.

"What, no Metallica this time?" Sam laughed.

Dean shot him another glare.

"Just sayin'"

"Well, stop saying!"

The doctor came through the doors, and Dean almost tackled him. Sam walked up to the man. "How is she?"

He looked between the two brothers and Dean's face paled. "How is she?" he echoed.

The doctor shrugged. "It's hard to tell right now. We won't know much until she wakes up... if she wakes up."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.

"It means, there's a 97 chance she'll die."

Dean felt his legs go weak and he collapsed to his knees. The doctor and Sam both knelt down next to him.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Dean, look at me," Sam ordered.

Dean shook his head.

"Can we see her?" Sam asked the doctor.

"Yes, but if she wakes up, let us know. Okay?"

He nodded and helped Dean stand. Dean walked straight outside, unable to force himself to go to her room. He immediately dialed Bobby's number. A single tear trailed down his cheek and he wiped it away, cleared his throat and listened to the phone ring. After a few moments, he got the answering machine.

"Bobby, when you get this, please call me back. I need to talk to you." He was unable to keep his voice from shaking. "It's important." He hung up and leaned against the wall. Not long after, the phone rang again. He flipped his phone open.

"Hey, kid, what's going on?" Bobby asked, "You sounded upset."

"She's dying, Bobby."

"Wh--" He paused. "Jaxxenne. Dean, I'm sorry. Is it the same thing?"

"Yeah. They said there's a 97 chance she'll die." He rubbed his face and swiped a hand across his eyes. "I'm losing my twin, Bobby."

"I don't know what to tell you, kid. I'm sorry. I'll be praying for her, Dean, even if you don't believe there's a god."

Dean turned and punched the brick wall, hoping it would make losing Jaxxenne less painful. It didn't. All he managed to do was crack his knuckles. "Dammit!"

"Jesus, Dean, be careful." He sighed. "Listen, I know you hate to, but you're gonna have to let it out sometime, Dean. If she dies, you'll need to be strong for Sam. Sam's gonna need you, Dean. He's gonna need someone to tell him things'll work out."

"Bobby, how can you ask me to be upset now, but not later. SHE'S MY TWIN!! I can't just get over it."

"Sorry, Dean, you're right. I'm sorry. I'll be over there soon."

"Thanks."

"Dean."

"What?"

"Be praying for her anyway."

"I will, Bobby."

He hung up the phone and went in to face the truth. He was losing his sister, and he couldn't stop it.

A/N k, I know this isn't humorous, but I tried to lighten it up a little.