Jade sat on the motel bed, her head in her hands. She sobbed loudly, not caring caring about her blood-stained shirt or stinging wounds. The grief and pain between everyone was just too much for her to handle.

The worst was Dean's. The pit inside him sucked the life out of the room. The misery just seeped out and swallowed everything in its wake. On the outside, he seemed okay, but on the inside, he was dead. Jade had once walked into the motel to find him hunched over in the bathroom, crying and holding a knife in his hand. Dean had cut three long gouges in his arm and was bleeding himself into the toilet. Jade had crumpled up into a pathetic ball, shaking with the despair that flowed into her body.

What confused her the most was Gabriel's fear. Raw, biting fear that racked the Archangel's body. His paranoia kept him from returning to his Trickster ways. He was simply terrified- but of what, no one knew.

Castiel's indifference to the situation filled Jade with anger. He didn't care one sliver about the events that had everyone on the verge of stabbing each other.

Jade herself was a wreck. Her empath powers opened her up to others' minds more than she wanted. She had five emotions more than she needed, or even wanted, at once, dealing with the people she dealt with. It hurt so bad that she almost took the same path that Sam had... But she told herself that that wouldn't help, that it was better to face the facts and the fear and the pain, and not give in to her rage.

She pulled herself out of her head and glanced at the clock, right as the minute changed. The digital numbers flashing across the front read 5:30 am. The radio alarm went off. At the sound of the song, Jade stood, slowly walking to the clock radio.

"I've become so numb, I can't feel you there..."

She ripped the clock from the wire, and the music stopped. Jade whirled around and chucked it against the wall. As it smashed into pieces, she turned, kicking over the coffee table. It clattered to the ground, the cheap cracking.

Jade shoved the television off of the dresser, screaming through her tears.

"Why?" She stared up at the ceiling. "Why? What is wrong with you? He didn't deserve to die!"

She grabbed a lamp from the bedside table. Holding it out, she let it fall, and it collided with the ground in a loud crash.

Two firm hands grabbed her shoulders. All of the fight drained out of Jade and she went limp in the arms of the person behind her.

"Shhh, shhh, calm down. It's me, shhh."

"Gabriel, I can't take it anymore! It wasn't his fault..." she trailed off, her voice hoarse from yelling. "Why did he do it?"

"I don't know."

Jade sank back down onto the motel bed, Gabriel sitting next to her. He pulled her closer, gently brushing her hair out of her face, wiping away her tears, healing her wounds.

"Can't you bring him back?" Jade asked quietly.

"I can't find his body... If it's been burned, there's no way I can- he can't-"

Jade just nodded.

"Sam's suicide was tragic, but there's nothing we can do about it. I'm... sorry."

Jade looked up at him, her green eyes shimmering.

"No, no, no, don't cry," Gabriel murmured, holding her closer as she shivered. She clutched at his shirt, staring up at him with her chin on his shoulder.

He leaned over, his face less than an inch from Jade's. This time, when he kissed her, she didn't pull away.