When Eden landed, she saw Jack and Rowena crouched over the edge of the ash circle, looking like they were having some sort of argument.
"Jack..." She uttered, grabbing their attention.
"How... How did you find me?" Jack asked.
"Process of elimination." She replied. "Willow texted me. Told me you and Rowena had stopped by with the Book of the Damned to do some sort of spell. I only know of one spell in that book relevant to the current situation, so I concluded that you'd be here."
Jack didn't say anything, just turned back around to face a brass bowl he had in front of him, filled with spell ingredients.
"Perhaps you can shake the boy's mind." Rowena said, getting up. "The spell only works if there's a body. With what remains of Mary, it won't bring her back, especially in the state he's in."
Eden sighed.
"Squab, come back to the Bunker with me. We can talk about this."
"I'm not leaving without Mary. I won't." Jack snapped. "I have to make it right."
With that, he pushed out an arm, his hand outstretched towards the two women.
Rowena disappeared, Eden did not.
"Just, go away! I can handle this!" He shouted.
"You can't use your power on me, can you?" Eden frowned, her hand subconsciously falling to her abdomen.
"Your baby is overpowering me. I felt it." He mumbled. "I can't control you. So if you're not going to go away, help me."
Jack picked up a handful of ash and went to put it in the brass bowl with the other ingredients.
"Wait!" Eden huffed, approaching him. "If I can't make you stop this spell, I can at least help you to avoid bringing back something that definitely isn't Mary. Hold out your hands."
Jack did as asked, holding the ash pile in open palms.
"Thank you." He uttered.
"Don't thank me yet. I'm still not convinced this will work." She sighed, placing a hand over his. She then took a deep breath and raised her hand, separating the dirt and plant ash from Mary's, throwing what she didn't need back into the circle with her magic.
"Will it work now?" Jack asked.
"It'll stand a better chance, at least." Eden nodded, moving over to the ash circle.
She stretched out her hand again, over the circle, closed her eyes and raised the hand again. This time, it was the rest of Mary's ashes she'd summoned, throwing them into the bowl with the section Jack had picked up.
"Is that all of her?" The boy frowned into the bowl.
"Yes. Rowena said there needed to be a body for the spell to work? Well, that's technically a body. Or, at least, a body's worth of ashes." Eden replied as her phone rang. She took it from her pocket, seeing 'Impala 2' flash up on the screen. Sighing, she walked back towards the cabin. "Don't you dare start without me. I want this to go as smoothly as possible and I'm sure you do, too."
"Eden? Are you alright?" Sam asked as she put the phone to her ear.
"I'm fine."
"What's going on? Rowena said Jack was trying to resurrect mom but it won't work." Dean spoke up.
"I've tried stopping him, but he's dead set on this. So, I'm helping him." Eden sighed.
"You're what?" The boys exclaimed.
"I've got a theory. I used my magic, got every single speck of Mary's ashes so... Technically, there's a body... Of sorts. It should help the spell to work a little bit better." She replied. "Think about it, if we can bring her back, you'll be fine and it'll help Jack in the process. You should see him right now. He genuinely didn't mean to hurt anyone – least of all, your mother. This spell is a good thing."
"There's no talking either of you out of this, is there?" Sam uttered.
"Me? Probably. I'm still not entirely convinced. Jack? Not a chance." Eden replied. "Don't worry. If we don't manage to bring her back, we'll deal with whatever we do bring back."
"Fine. Just... Don't get yourself hurt. We're on our way." The younger brother told her. "I love you."
"Love you, too."
Hanging up, she walked back over to Jack, seeing him pull out a box of matches from his pocket.
"Ready?" He asked, earning a nod.
Jack nodded back, struck a match and tossed it into the bowl, making the whole thing ignite in a bright orange flame.
He then stood up, picking up the Book of the Damned in the process and began to recite the spell, circling the bowl.
After one and a half rotations, the burning contents of the bowl began to glow bright purple.
Above them, low, lilac clouds began to form, adjoined with the sound of thunder.

Jack knelt down in front of the bowl again and continued to recite the spell over and over, the pages of the Book of the Damned blowing in the magic-induced wind.
Eden tucked her hair behind her ears and held it there, having to squint through the powerful gales.
Eventually, she heard the rumble of the Impala's V8, turning to see where it was coming from.
Jack must have heard it too. He looked over and his eyes glowed their gold and, the next second, the Impala's engine cut out in an unhealthy sounding choke.
Purple lightning from the clouds above them struck the bowl as Jack uttered the last few repetitions of the spell, his arms outstretched and eyes closed. As soon as the lightning struck, the clouds dissipated.
Jack stood up and stared at the body that had appeared as Sam and Dean ran over.
"Jack!" Sam called.
The boy turned, his face grave and defeated.
"It didn't work..." He whimpered, disappearing in a ruffle of feathers.
"No, no..." Dean breathed, running to his mother's body. He fell to his knees, picking her up to hug to his chest. "Mom? Mom..."
Sam gingerly walked over, crouching down beside his brother with teary eyes.
"I'm so sorry, boys..." Eden uttered, taking a few anxious steps around them.
"You shouldn't have done the freaking spell." Dean growled, hugging his mother's body. "At least with no body, it didn't feel real... You should've made us all immortal when you said you would. After we got them back from apocalypse world."
"Mom said herself, Dean. She never wanted to be immortal. This day was always going to come, we just never expected it to be so soon. There's no point blaming Eden for that." Sam sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his tan jacket.
"We should get her back to the Bunker. Give her a proper Hunter's funeral." Eden nodded, her voice quiet and shaky.

"When was the last time you wore a dress like this?" Eden smirked, looking at Mary through the mirror of her closet.
"I think the last time I wore a dress, period, was when Sam was a baby. A dress like this? My wedding day." She smiled, gazing down at the black ball gown Eden had let her borrow. "This is gorgeous."
"I have reasonably good taste." Eden smirked. "It looks stunning on you."
"Don't tell me you're going to wear black when you marry Sam." Mary chuckled, looking to her.
"I haven't particularly thought about it, to be honest. We've been so busy with Kelly and her baby and taking down the British Men of Letters, I haven't really had the time." Eden shrugged. "Though, I was jokingly thinking of stealing one of Sam's flannel shirts and fitting it in with the dress."
"That actually sounds like a nice touch. It's personal and a little inside joke." The Winchester smiled.
"Well, if mother approves, it must be done." Eden giggled.
"I'm really grateful that you've been here, Eden. You've been so amazing to our boys, especially since I've been away and getting my head around things. I can't wait to be able to call you my daughter."
"And I can't wait to call you 'mum.'" The Dark Angel replied.
Mary gave her classically kind smile, bringing Eden in for a hug.

Eden shook her head out of her memories, realising she'd been stirring the glass of blood in front of her with her index finger for a lot longer than she'd deem normal.
Sam was sat across from her in the kitchen, flicking through all the pictures with Mary in them that he or Dean had when someone appeared in the doorway.
"Cas." Sam greeted, his expression perking up into one of slight shock.
Castiel walked over, sitting beside Eden.
"She's in Heaven." He said. "And she's at peace."
Sam gave a nod, his eyes welling up again when he attempted some sort of smile.
"So, Naomi told you, huh?" He asked, wiping his face.
"Duma, actually." Cas replied.
"So, what, you just gunna take her word for it?" Dean appeared in the doorway, grabbing their attention.
"No." Cas muttered. "No, she let me in. I saw your mother's Heaven and... She is happy. He's with John and there's no sorrow, there's no guilt. Just joy."
Sam released a small, sharp exhale of breath as he nodded.
"I talked to Rowena. She said she thinks that what Jack brought back... He just brought back a shell – a body. That it was just empty... A replica. 'Incapable of holding life.'" He said. "So, what are you supposed to do now?"
"What we always do." Dean mumbled.

Down the road from the Bunker, Dean built a pyre and, together, he and Sam lifted Mary's body onto it.
"No one got a light?" Dean asked, searching his empty pockets.
"Here." Eden replied, walking over to stand between him and Sam. With a flick of her wrist, a fireball appeared in her hand. She held it out in front of her. "Take my wrist, both of you."
Sam and Dean did as she said; Sam wrapping his fingers around the base of her palm and Dean doing the same further up.
Together, they tossed the fireball into the pyre, causing it to burst into a big ball of flames.
"Thank you." The older brother uttered.
"You're welcome." Eden nodded as Sam wrapped his arm around her waist.
Dean soon joined, putting his arm over her shoulders, prompting Eden to wrap an arm each around the boys' mid-sections as they watched, Cas and Willow stood by the open trunk of the Impala a dozen feet behind them.
With his free hand, Sam reached into the pocket of his navy jacket, retrieving a picture of Mary to place on the fire.
Castiel took the opportunity to try and approach Dean, but Sam placed a hand on his chest, shaking his head with a forced, half-hearted smile.
Cas sighed and took the place next to the younger brother, who had moved his hand to Castiel's shoulder briefly, before taking it off entirely.
The Angel looked back at Willow, beckoning her over by holding out his arm. She did so, tucking herself underneath, wrapping her own around his middle to rest her head on his chest.
Together, the five of them stood in silence, simply watching the fire burn until it was only smoldering.

Eden and Willow sat back in the kitchen, drinking their glasses of blood. Castiel was back out on the search for something to help Jack and Sam and Dean were getting drunk in the library.
"Do you think we'll all get through this?" Willow asked, her voice shaky from crying.
"I don't know..." Eden sighed. "You should've seen Dean. He told Pigeon he was dead to him if something had happened to Mary. Plus, it being Jack who killed her, I don't know if he's going to recover from that. Sam's sensitive and more forgiving... And he knows it was an accident on Jack's part. But, Dean tends to hold grudges and he's had his war path for Jack on the back-burner since he was born. I just... Don't know. This is going to be a difficult one."
"Can I do anything to make it better?" The young Vampire pressed.
"I don't think so. We haven't suffered a loss like this since Pigeon."
"Cas died?" Willow frowned.
"Oh, yeah." Eden nodded, swallowing a mouthful of blood. "He's died a few times. The last one was as Jack was being born. Lucifer killed him."
"Technically, that's not true." Sam appeared in the doorway. "Our last big loss was you. Becoming evil."
"That wasn't a loss. I was still here. You could still see me and converse with me and-"
"That's not the point. You looked different. With your hair and those Demon eyes. But, that was nothing compared to the way you spoke or acted. It looked something like you, but it wasn't you." Sam cut her off. "Not to mention that it was the same time Dean let Michael in. We suffered two big losses in one night."
"I suppose..." Eden mumbled as Sam looked to Willow.
"The best thing you can do right now, is to do nothing. Dean won't be in the mood for anyone trying to cheer him up. It's going to sound like I'm being a dick, but you've just gotta stay out of the way and let us – or Dean – do what he needs to do." He told her.
"No, it doesn't sound like you're being a dick. I get it." Willow shook her head just as she frowned through a new thought. "Is there any possible scenario where we get Jack back and be a family again?"
Sam and Eden gave worried expressions to each other as the Winchester moved to the fridge to grab another whiskey bottle.
"I don't know, Baby..." The Dark Angel sighed. "I think Dean's the only one who'll be able to answer that."
"Willow, I need you to be honest with me right now." Sam looked to the girl. "Did you see anything in Jack that worried you and you just didn't tell us?"
The young Vampire's body slouched in on itself as she thought back, eventually nodding.
"Just little things he said or the way he looked, usually. I just didn't want to worry you more than you already were. You've been really busy lately and I thought I could handle it – maybe get him back to how he was without anyone noticing anything particularly out of character. I'm so sorry... I feel like this is all my fault."
"I think we all had apart to play in this." Eden countered. "We all saw things in Jack that were out of place and we all did nothing about them because we thought it was all just the spell connecting his powers to his soul. It was only a couple of weeks ago that we were telling him not to use his powers in case it did something irreversible. But, we know Jack. We knew that would never last. But we still acted as though he was fine."
Sam gave a deep sigh, running a hand down his face before he got up out of his seat.
"I'll try my best to fix this." He uttered, moving to kiss Eden and Willow's hair respectively before he left to go back to the library.
"This is really bad... Isn't it?" Willow mumbled into her glass. "Things are never going to be the same again."
"I think you might be right..." Eden replied. "But we'll get through this. We always do. And we'll do it together... As a family."
Willow gave a nod, thinking about what would happen next.
"I think I'm just gunna go chill in my room. You should probably go and see Dean."
"I don't think he'd want to see me right now, Sweetie." Eden shook her head. "If he blames Pigeon this much, he's probably blaming you and I, too. It's probably best we just leave Sam to work things out."
Willow nodded once more before exiting the room, leaving Eden to subconsciously put a hand on her lower abdomen as the other brought her glass to her lips.

It was about two in the morning when Eden decided to go to bed. Unfortunately for her, it was the same time Dean was heading towards his own room.
She was hoping they'd just pass each other and not a word would need to be said, but nothing was ever so simple.
"You spoken to Willow?" He mumbled, not stopping until he was in front of his bedroom door.
"Yes. Why?" Eden frowned, turning to face him.
"Did she know? About Jack and how bad he was?"
Eden sighed, looking to the ground.
"That's a yes..." The Winchester uttered.
"She thought she could make everything better before anything major happened. She meant well, Dean. She just didn't want you to worry."
"I was already worried! Being left in the dark made me worry more!" Dean countered, raising his voice. "I want her gone. I want Cas gone and I want her gone."
"I knew what Jack had been like, too. Are you going to kick me out as well?" Eden cocked a brow.
"You told us! You told us what happened with those kids a few weeks back."
"Yes, I did. Because Willow told me like I asked her to. She was helping in a desperate situation. She doesn't deserve to be cast out in some grieving rage. And neither does Pigeon. They were trying to do what they thought was best and if you shut them out, then I'm going with them. I'm sorry, Dean, but they're family. You send one of us away, you're going to end up pushing the rest of us out, too." The Dark Angel retorted. "Don't go making any rash decisions while you're in this state. It's not good for anyone and it's especially not good for you."
"Whatever." Dean scoffed, walking into his bedroom with a slam of the door behind him.
Eden rolled her eyes, continuing to her own room.
"Are you alright? I heard shouting." Sam frowned, walking towards her as she closed the door.
"I'm fine. Dean's just being... Grief-stricken and drunk Dean." Eden sighed, leaning to rest her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
"We'll get through this." He uttered, kissing her hair. "We always do."