"Dean", Jaclyn interrupted, "You should really give Sam a break. You're always getting on to him for something, leave him be. It's been a long week for all of us".
Dean sighed, "I know it has, but it's my job to protect him and it's really hard to do when he is always going behind my back and doing the opposite of what I say".
"Yea Yea", Sam said irritably, "Maybe we should discuss all the times you have gone behind my back and done the opposite of what I wanted for me!"
"Jesus Christ Sam!", Dean yelled, "Everything I have ever done has been for you!"
"Alright boys, shut up!", Jaclyn yelled, "I get it, you're brothers and you do what you think is best for each other. But right now, I think you're both idiots. So lets just get back home and get some rest and talk about this later".
The boys got quiet, their way of agreeing with her. Jaclyn, for the first time that week, smiled.
"Some God damn peace and quiet...finally", she thought.
She then saw the turn that headed towards the bunker. She was relieved that they were finally so close to relaxation, they really needed it. The tension was strong in the Impala, it was impossible to feel comfortable. It seemed like a lifetime before Dean pulled up in front of the bunker and headed towards the back, pulling into the giant garage filled with beautiful, old time cars. Yawning, Jaclyn stretched, then proceeding to jump out of the car.
"I'm going to bed, yo", she informed the boys, using her lame sense of humor to chill them out.
Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck, "G'night...or morning. Love ya, man", Dean responded, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Jaclyn laughed and lightly pushed him, "Love you too".
Sam walked up and hugged her, "See you in a few, Jacky".
"I really hate when you call me that, dude", Jaclyn replied, rolling her eyes.
Dean shrugged at her, "What else would we call you?".
Jaclyn shrugged back, "Eh...good point".
"Don't forget", Dean started, "We gotta call on Death tonight. I hate to have to do it, but he's the only one who can help us out with our new problem".
Sam sighed, "Dean, the last time you called on him, he threatened to kill us".
"Yea, that was if we tried "binding" him again", Dean responded
"As much as I hate to agree with Dean on anything, he's right, Sammy", Jaclyn said, holding back a laugh due to Deans offended face.
"Whatever", Dean replied, "All I know is once we get this over with, I want to head to the diner and get some damn pie".
"You and your pie", Jaclyn responded.
Turning, she headed towards the door, quickly walking in and shutting the door. As she walked down the long hallway, she could already hear the boys arguing over something again. Walking faster, she turned down the next few hallways. Luckily, by the time she entered her room, she was far enough away to not hear the boys anymore. She felt relieved, throwing herself on the bed. She couldn't wait to pass out. Kicking her shoes off, she then pulled herself under the covers. As her mind began to wonder, she thought about Death. She had encountered him a few times with the boys and she found him incredibly intimidating. Which strangely enough, made her develop a weird crush on the horseman. He wasn't ideal looking, he was a very thin, almost skeleton like man. Well...his "human form" at least was. There was something about his demeanor that was intoxicating. He could be so cold with the way he talked and looked, but at times he was caring in a strange way. The way he looked at her made her heart flutter, but she would never admit that. She hoped he never had noticed. The thought of seeing him tonight made her nervous. She wanted to be on his good side, and she feared that this would make things dire between them. She'd never forget the first time she had encountered him and he referred to her as bacteria. She had found it insulting, but titillated her as well. She always had a thing for assholes though, so it made sense.
Jaclyn's eyes began to get heavy, before she knew it, she had dosed off.
Jaclyn was woken up by someone lightly shaking her, her eyes slowly opened. She still felt drowsy, she would have been okay with never waking up. She looked up to see the intruder of her sleep, it was Sam.
"Hey", Sam said softly, "Dean thinks we should get started, wanted me to come get you".
"Of course he did", she responded sarcastically.
She sat up, and rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust them to being fully opened. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed, and standing up, she grabbed her shoes and began to put them on.
"I really hope this goes alright...i'd hate to piss this guy off", Jaclyn informed Sam.
"You and me both, Jacky", Sam responded, a look of slight worry in his eyes.
Jaclyn grabbed a brush that was on her night stand, and brushed her nappy hair out. Once it was smooth and she felt she looked at least half way decent, she put the brush down and looked at Sam. "Alright, lets go find Dean".
Dean was down in the basement, in the "dungeon" room. Thanks to Crowley's many visits, there was a devils trap spray painted on the floor. She rolled her eyes at the though of Crowley. He said some of the most animalistic things to her, she found him attractive as well, but he was a little too sneaky for her taste.
"Alright..", Dean said, rubbing his hands together, "Lets do this and get it over with".
"And you're sure this is going to work?", Sam asked, doubt heard heavily in his voice.
"We're out of options, Sammy", Dean replied.
The ritual was already placed out on the floor. A bowl filled with all sorts of substances sat on the ground in a circle with the same unusual markings she saw the last time Dean called on Death. There was a chair within the boundary that had an Arby's bag and drink on top of it. She couldn't help but laugh, Deans way to persuade Death always involved food. On that level, they definitely connected.
Dean pulled out his knife and kneeled next to the bowl. Cutting his arm, he let the blood flow out and drop into the bowl. Then taking his bandana, he wrapped it around the fresh wound. Standing up, he looked at her, "Light the candle will ya, Jacky?".
She nodded and grabbed the candle off the floor, pulling out her lighter and lighting the candle up. She placed it within the circle and stood back.
"Ok", Dean said, now standing by her, so she was wedged between him and Sam.
Sam looked over at Dean, "Say it".
Rubbing his hands together again, Dean chanted, "Te toque invoko mortem tea imeya defixe".
The ground began to shake uncontrollably, the shelves began fall over and the sound of glass breaking could be heard. Jaclyn worried that the whole place was going to come crumbling down on top of them. But as soon as it started, it stopped. It got quiet and nothing seemed to have changed. They all began looking around the room. No sign of Death anywhere. Looking at each other, all of their eyes held confusion.
"Uh...did it work?", Jaclyn asked, incredibly confused.
Dean looked at her, just as confused, "I...I don't know..."
"Maybe we left something out?", Sam asked.
"Nope", Dean responded, "That was exactly what we did last time".
Jaclyn exhaled and stepped over to the bookshelves, she was just about to pick them up when she heard an unamused voice say "Well well, if it isn't my favorite little protozoan".
Her back stiffened and she felt the air get tense. "Oh boy".
-Hella short chapter. Should be longer next time