As the word came out of the lying woman's mouth, Sam ran toward her and trapped her between his chocking arm and the library's wall.

"NO. THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE," he shouted in her face.

It was Castiel's hand on his shoulder who broke the man's angry sadness.

"Sam..." the angel calmly explained. "She's no apparition, monsters or demons... She's human. Just human..."

"THAT'S SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?! SHE'S DEAD, CASS, DEAD," he cried, his sobs making his words harder to understand.

His gun fell on the ground as  he removed his arm from the girl's throat. Not even a second later, he was hugging her in his arms, scared of losing her once more.

"T-that's impossible, you're dead, you're dead, you're dead..."

She hugged the man back, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Sam," she weeped against his shoulder. "Oh Sam..."

They held each other tighter, ignoring the other's presences in the room.

Dean tugged Castiel's sleeve and with one quiet gesture, he encouraged everyone to leave them be.

Arriving in the kitchen, he opened the booze's cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

He drank the glass in one shot before pouring himself another and before taking a place at the table.

"Dean, who was that?" Mary questioned, a worried motherly tone in her voice.

"That," he took a huge shot before filling his glass again. "That, mom, was Jessica."

"I gathered that, I mean," she took a glass in the cabinet too before taking a seat in front of her first born son. "Who is she?"

Dean let out a single dry chuckle.

"That girl was Sam's girlfriend and to be fiancé, fifteen years ago," he said, a sad smile on his lips. "She was killed by yellow eyes back in O5..."

Castiel took a beer from the fridge and sat next to Dean.

"You mean that she's Jessica Moore?" the angel asked before taking a quick sip of his cold drink.

"Yup," he finished the last of what little whiskey they had left.

"I'm gonna need more booze," he announced as he got up and went to get another bottle in the cabinet.