"So that's everything," Dean said with a sigh. He sat back on the motel room's bed and studied Sam's stunned features. "You OK?"
Sam nodded, still dumbfounded. "I just can't believe she's been alive this whole time and Dad never told us! I mean… he came to see her! Why couldn't he have brought us too?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he thought she'd try to have us taken away if she knew where we were and that we were hunting. But now we can at least visit her more. Try to make up for it a little bit."
"It's just… it's been so long…"
"Did… did you tell her about what happened to me…? And your deal…?"
Dean shook his head emphatically. "No, I didn't tell her! And you're not going to either! She doesn't need to know you died and that I'm going to Hell! Just… we'll just act like things are normal, OK?"
Sam nodded in agreement. "OK. You're right. It's probably better she doesn't know."
* * *
Dean's cell phone woke him up out of his sleep. He drowsily reached over and grabbed it. The lit screen showed the time was 2:45 am and the number was one he didn't recognize.
"Hello?" He managed to mumble into the phone.
"Hello, is this Dean Winchester?" A young female's voice replied.
"Um… yeah. It is. Who's this?"
"My name is Becky; I'm one of the nurses at Pinehearts Nursing Home. I'm calling about Kate Anderson."
He felt his stomach lurch and he bolted up in the bed, his heart thundering in his chest.
"I'm afraid Kate has had a change in condition. She asked for me to call you and see if you and your brother would be able to come see her tonight. She's very anxious to see you and… and I'm afraid she's not doing very well."
Dean jumped out of bed and began throwing his clothes on.
"We'll be right there."
* * *
The lobby area was eerily dark as Dean and Sam entered the building. They were greeted by a nurse aide who led them down the hallways to Kate's room.
The room was spacious and set up with a dresser, TV, nightstand, and a hospital bed. The room was dimly lit with a small lamp that was on the nightstand. Both brothers were stunned to see the numerous pictures that decorated a mirror over the dresser as well as the walls. All of them were pictures of their father and themselves at various ages. Some were taken during their time with Kate while others were from when they got older, obviously ones their father had brought her.
Kate was lying in the hospital bed, her eyes closed and her face deathly pale. She was covered with a heavy blue afghan and her long dark hair was in a braid and arranged over her shoulder. She was sleeping as they entered.
"It was quite sudden," The nurse said to them as she came over. "She didn't eat anything all evening and said that she was tired. She said it was time for her to go home. When I asked her what she meant she said that it was time for her to be with the two loves of her life, Jacob and John."
Dean swallowed hard against the lump that formed in his throat. He looked over and could see the tears in Sam's eyes as he looked at her.
"She told me she wanted to see you both before she was gone. 'I have to see both my boys.' I'm so glad you were able to be here for her. She's always talking about you and the things you've done."
Dean forced a polite smile on his face. "Well, thanks for calling us."
The nurse smiled kindly and gently patted him on the arm. "Of course. And let us know if there's anything you need."
She turned and walked away. Dean and Sam slowly entered the room. At the sound of their footsteps Kate slowly opened her eyes. A weak smile touched her lips.
"There're my boys," she said weakly. She raised her hand off the blanket and reached out to them.
"Hey, Kate," Dean said quietly, trying to smile brightly while fighting back the tears. "Told you I'd be back with Sammy."
Her eyes traveled over to Sam who was struggling not to break down.
"Oh my! Look at you, Sammy! My little boy all grown up into such a handsome young man! Your father said you had gotten so tall, but I never realized it! Come here, sweetie."
Sam managed to come over and sit gently on the side of the bed next to her.
"Hi, Kate," Sam managed weakly before the tears sprung free and began flowing down his cheeks.
"Shh, Sammy, it's OK," Kate gently soothed, patting his hand gently.
Dean sat down in a chair next to her bed, not knowing what to say. Kate smiled at him.
"It's OK," she repeated softly. "I have been waiting for so long to see my little boys… to make sure you were OK. The doctors said I should have died years ago… that I should never have made it this long! But I couldn't go until I was able to tell you both just how much I love you and how happy you have both made me. I had to make sure we had a proper good-bye."
Sam couldn't stop crying openly now, clutching Kate's frail hand. Even Dean couldn't stop the tears. A small tear trickled down Kate's cheek and she managed to reach over and take Dean's hand.
"I love you both, Dean and Sammy Winchester," Kate said with a smile. "And I will always be there, watching over you."
* * *
Kate's death was calm and peaceful. A simple sigh. One last breath. The small frame that was once Kate Anderson was now just an empty shell, the soul had now departed.
Her nurse had been very kind to Sam and Dean. Letting them stay as long as they needed. She gave them all of the pictures that decorated the dresser and walls, small remembrances of a time in their lives that had been, albeit briefly, one of the most peaceful times they could remember.
I would like to thank those of you who have been reading this for your patience in waiting for me to complete this story. I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to review as I love to hear your feedback!