Jamie mixed the simple rum and cokes with ease and walked over with the two beers she had made just before. She placed the four drinks before the men, who had requested them, with a smile.

"Thanks, hon." Michael said, turning from his boisterous conversation with his friends to her. Jamie recognized one of his friends, Thomas, from another time. The other two she was unfamiliar with and figured they were also work related friends especially since they were all in fine suits.

"No problem, Mike." She pushed the rum and coke close to him.

"Well doesn't she have the best smile I've ever seen?" His unnamed friend with light

scruff, dark hair and eyes commented as he regarded her, pulling a rum and coke close.

"I told you, Jamie would surprise you."

"You never told me she was beautiful."

Jamie blushed. She had always received compliments over the years on her appearance,

especially her smile, but she still wasn't good at taking a compliment.

"Um,...thank you." Jamie replied quietly.

"Damn." His friend continued. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Aren't you dating someone, Rick?" Mikes other friend piped in, now a beer in front of

him.

"Sherry?" Rick questioned. "No. We broke up last week."

"When did that happen?" The other asked.

Mike looked to Jamie as he shook his head and smiled.

Jamie returned the grin and heard Lu, her co-worker, call her over. "Oh. Gotta go fellas."

Before leaving the group of guys Jamie pushed the last beer towards last guy. "Here you

go, Thomas."

Jamie smiled as she walked away when she heard Rick pause his explanation about Sherry to ask Thomas how she knew his name.

"What's up, Lu?" Jamie asked the waiter.

"I need a mojito and a sangria."

"Coming up."

"Getting hit on again by Mike's friends?"

Jamie sighed. "What makes you think that?"

"You were making the 'some skeevy guy and or douche bag is hitting on me' face."

Jamie turned to Lu looking none too impressed. "I don't make a face like that."

Lu shrugged. "If you say so."

"Shut up!" She returned with no bite.

"Oh, don't look now, your other admirer is here."

"Hm?" Jamie looked about and saw a familiar face take a seat at the quieter corner of the

bar. "He's nice. And I'll have you know, he hasn't once hit on me."

Lu snorted. "I've seen the way he smiles and watches you when you aren't looking. Dudes into you, Jamie. And you're into him."

"He's a friend-ish." Jamie said pointedly as she placed the drinks on Lu's tray. "Now off with you."

Lu just laughed before heading to his table.

When Jamie tried to get to Eric, a man stopped her, asking for a refill on his beer. So she

did as requested, making Eric's usual along the way. As she was handing the man his beer she saw the other bartender, Tracy, walk over to Eric. Jamie stalled. She saw Eric shake his head and Tracy walk off. Jamie smiled and walked over.

"Hi, Eric."

"Good evening, Jamie."

"You know I wouldn't be offended if you let someone else make your drink for you." She set down his Rusty Nail.

"You make it best." He grinned.

"You've never let anyone else make you one here." Jamie laughed.

Eric took a sip of his drink. "And besides, you always have it ready for me."

"True." Jamie replied. "So, how are you?"

"No. No." He shook his head. "Last time all we did was talk about me. Not a chance. I didn't get to ask about the progress of that secret book of yours. Last you said, the outline was almost done, so you could get started on the best part."

Jamie smiled. "I've been writing."

Eric smiled in return.

"It's been awhile and outlining doesn't even come close to writing the beginning. The body. The end. I have to actually force myself to put down my pencil it's all coming along so well. Beginnings are the easiest part and it's going great." Jamie shrugged. "At least, I think so."

"Hey, don't do that."

Jamie gave a small smile. "We'll I've got high hopes for this one, but I don't wanna be too let down if it isn't good enough."

"It's better than good enough."

Jamie's lip pressed thin. "You don't know that."

"Only because you're keeping it a secret from me, remember?" He pointed out.

"Hey, Jamie!"

"Oh." Jamie turned her head and saw a man she knew, Henry, waving her over with an empty glass.

"Coming!" As she turned to leave, Eric caught her arm, stopping her. She looked back.

"After your round, I wanna hear about it."

Jamie stood in debate for a moment before grinning. "Maybe."

Eric shook his head with a light laugh as he released his hold. "Of course."

...

Jamie turned over in bed, eyes blinking open to find it dark. She grimaced, not feeling well and not sure why. Laying there, wondering if she was sick she realized she didn't remember going to sleep.

Jamie rose with a gasp when she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Heart racing, she peered around, trying to recall how she came to be in her current location. It was a decent size and sparse. The bed she lay on was wide covered in rich, blue linin sheets. An antique styled dresser was across the room by a door. To her right was an amour, made of cherry oak with another door bedside it.

"I was at work." She whispered to herself, trying to remain calm, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Her bare feet sunk into a dark green, circular rug.

"I left work just after two and…I can't even remember getting in the car."

Jamie peered down at the little side table beside her and found her glasses. Her brows pinched as something crucial dawned on her.

"No way." Jamie glanced around the room again and still she could see everything rather clearly. Even in the dark. And most importantly, and unbelievably, without her glasses.

Jamie's hand shook as she picked up her glasses and placed them on. The room instantly became blurry.

Please don't let me find out that some disturbingly, gross spider bit me in the night when I find my way home.

Jamie hung the glasses on her shirt and stood up, looking for her purse or cell phone.

But she couldn't find anything.

Jamie stood in the middle of the room, in the quiet, scared of leaving the room and equally scared of never leaving the room.

"Hm?" She listened again. "I can hear breathing."

Jamie looked to the door in front of her. She focused and was sure that it wasn't her. This breathing was steady.

Is someone there?

Jamie slowly walked over to the door and held the knob. She thought if her capture was on the other side it would be very weird for him or her to just be standing there. She figured she must be hearing things and now was better than never to attempt an escape no matter what awaited her. She knew she had to try.

Taking a calming breath, Jamie turned the knob and pulled open the door.

She startled when she found a young man slumped in a chair just outside the door.

Jamie quirked her head before peeking left and right and finding no one else in the long hall on either side.

Seeing as no one was around to stop her, Jamie creeped out of the room wondering who the man was and where exactly she had been taken.

Entering a new room, Jamie smiled at what was clearly a front door with a staircase before it. The house was old looking but decorated in lavish rugs and candle stick holders with droopy wax candles and large paintings hung on the walls.

With an overwhelming feeling of joy and fright, Jamie unlocked the door, closed it behind her, and ran.

Jamie ran and ran, because though she was thrilled to have escaped, she still didn't feel safe. She had no idea what was happening or if she was even still in North Carolina. Looking left and right all she could see was forest. Jamie had never liked the woods, she was just thankful that the rising sun was lighting the dirt path.

….

Just when Jamie was beginning to think that the forest was never ending she saw a road a couple of feet away. Breaking out into a relived grin, Jamie picked up speed and before she knew it her bare feet were planted on concrete. She placed her hands on her knees and let out a winded laugh.

As she sucked in the air around her Jamie found herself parched and surprised she had run for so long. She had never been very athletic.

"Huh."

Jamie looked to her arms. For a while she had been ignoring this irritating feeling and looking at her exposed flesh she saw that her skin was a little pink. It made her think of the beginnings of a sunburn.

Before she could ponder the cause any further, Jamie heard the sound of a car approaching. She rose to full height and was puzzled once more when she couldn't see the car.

Jamie took a few steps in the direction she could swear it was coming from and after a minute the car finally came into view, the sound growing louder, causing her to wince. She wanted to block her hears, but she knew she looked odd enough.

"Not only my sight, but my hearing is way better." Jamie said to herself as the car drew closer.

Jamie glanced at her arm. "And I think the sun hurts my skin."

"Dear lord." Jamie gasped as the car slowed to a stop beside her.

Jamie looked up as a young man rolled down his window.

Jamie could try and rationalize no longer. As soon as she caught scent of him her body went ridged as her gaze zeroed in on his throat. His heart drowned out everything else as she watched his veins pump blood throughout his body. Jamie licked her lips, her parched throat making itself known again.

When she felt something in her mouth extend Jamie clamped a hand over her lips and stumbled back as she took control again, if only just barely.

She found the mans gaze and saw worry. He unbuckled his seat belt and Jamie realized that he was gonna step outside his car to help her.

"Stop!" Jamie held her left hand out. "I'm fine. I'm fine." She kept her hand over her mouth.

The man was clearly perplexed as he settled back. "A-are you sure? You look pale."

Jamie shook her head. "I'm okay."

"Do you wanna at least call someone? Do you want me to call the cops? An ambulance."

Jamie thought of the Winchester's. She wished she had her phone so she could call Dean, but she didn't and she hadn't memorized his number. Any of them.

"Wait." She whispered before regarding the man again. "Thank you, but I'm fine. I was just about to call a friend of mine. I'll be alright."

The man didn't look too convinced, but he nodded and buckled his seat belt once more. "Alright. Take care."

Jamie gave a nod and waited for him to drive off before removing her hand and touching her teeth. She pulled away quick when she felt sharp points. She was glad she couldn't see them.

Out of nowhere tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Jamie clasped her hands together with her head in her lap and prayed for the first time in ten years.

If you can hear me, please help me, Cas. Please find me. I need help. I think-

"Jamie." The familiar gravelly voice accompanied by the tell-tale sound of invisible wings cut her off.

Jamie raised her head just as the angel crouched to her level. Though she was ecstatic to see a familiar face, it didn't translate well. Her fright was all that could be seen along with sadness.

"Cas." Jamie sobbed, covering her mouth once more. "Cas, thank you."

"Jamie," Castiel looked about. "What is the matter? Why are you here?"

Jamie removed her hand, exposing her extra teeth. "My teeth, my eyes…I almost hurt someone. I wanted to, so bad. I'm so hungry."

Castiel's eyes widened a fraction. Silently he placed his hand on her forehead.

Jamie calmed and her teeth retracted. In the far reaches of her mind, she noted that her feet didn't feel sore anymore. But most importantly, she didn't feel like she hadn't eaten in days anymore.

"Di-did you fix me?" She wondered, hopeful.

Cas frowned. "I wish I could. I simply reduced the craving for a time. When did this happen?"

"It was a vampire wasn't it?" Jamie asked. "They're real too. I can see better without glasses, even in the dark. I can hear better and my sense of smell is great. I could smell his blood. Hear his heart."

"You are in transition." Castiel explained. "If you feed, you will become a vampire."

"Can it be fixed?"

"I do not know. I've never had cause to look into such matters. I shall take you to Dean and Sam. They may know something."

Castiel put two fingers to her forehead as Jamie squeezed her eyes shut.

…..

"Cas?" Jamie heard Dean's voice and opened her eyes. "Jamie? What the hell?"

Castiel got to his feet, helping Jamie as well. She then proceeded to stay partially hidden behind the angel.

Dean quirked his head as he stood from his spot on the edge of the worn mattress. He dropped the remote on the bed. Dr. Sexy MD was on low. "What's going on?"

"Jamie was bitten by a vampire." Castiel answered his charge. "She is in transition."

Dean's brows pinched as he regarded Jamie, whose gaze was to the ground. He knew Jamie was shy, but he also knew her that she was strangely polite.

"Jamie?"

Jamie peeked up at him. "Hi, Dean. I'm sorry. It's better if there's space between us."

In the silence, Jamie suddenly became aware of movement before a door behind her opened. She had been so concerned about being so close to Dean, that she hadn't been paying attention to anything else. So when the tall body containing fresh, pumping blood, stepped out of the bathroom behind her, Jamie's senses zeroed in on the delicious scent as her parched throat made itself known once more, demanding that it be sated.

"Dean, I heard…" Sam began before he was stunned to see Jamie turn to face him. "J-jamie?" Sam's gaze flickered over to Cas and then landed on his brother. "What's going on?"

Jamie felt the strange, sharp teeth extend as her eyes could only watch with anticipation as the large vein in the body's throat pumped blood right in front of her.

Next thing she knew, she was on top of that body, her fist secured in something to keep her and the being on the ground so she could tear into it and drink it dry. Leaning down closer, she inhaled the sweet scent, her mouth practically watering at the odor. It even smelled unique.

Jamie felt something on her shoulders, trying to remove her, trying to separate her from her meal, but she didn't pay much attention. She just held on tighter, not about to let it get away now that she was so close. And so hungry.

"Jamie!"

Jamie stilled, part of her rational mind coming to her senses at the tone and familiarity. Slowly, with much effort, she turned away from the delectable throat, to her left.

Dean?

Dean's face came so sharply into view, her grip loosed some as she unconsciously began to take control of her actions. His green eyes were wide and desperate. His mouth moving.

"Dean." Jamie tried to focus on his words and ignore the sound of blood roaring in her ears.

"Yes." She heard Dean. "Listen to me. I need you to focus. I need you here with me."

Jamie nodded. She would do anything for Dean. He had saved her life.

"You need to take control back, okay? You were doing great a moment ago. You've been doing great, getting here. Calling, Cas. So I know you can do this."

Jamie didn't quite understand what he meant, but she nodded at his encouragement.

Dean smiled quickly. "Okay. So, let go of Sam for me okay, and stand up."

Jamie's brows pinched.

Sam? She thought. Is Sam here? I didn't see him. What does he mean let him go?

Jamie realized then that her fist were still holding onto something. She unclenched them, her gaze still on Dean, and flattened her palms onto a firm, surface. Slowly, she looked to her hands, curious what she had been holding. Her gaze found a shirt crumpled below her, a throat and chin.

Jamie frowned. She was on a person it looked like. And somehow vertical to boot. Jamie raised her gaze to the face and gasped when she found Sam watching her with weary hazel eyes.

Jamie's teeth retracted as she clumsily got to her feet in a panic.

"Whoa, there." She heard Dean.

Jamie felt him try to steady her and instantly pulled away. Disoriented, she turned, past Cas, around Dean, and out the front door.

Dean went to follow her, but Cas' firm hold on his arm stopped him.

"What are you doing?" His voice rose with panic. "Who knows-"

"She's not gone." Cas cut in to calm him. "She's right outside."

Sam sat up. "What the hell is going on?"

"She was bit by a vampire." Dean explained as Cas released him. "She's in transition."

"What?"

"I will go get her." Cas said before he left the room.

Cas found Jamie at the staircase that lead to the second floor of the motel the boys were staying at. She was hunched over, crying. He sat beside her.

"I didn't bite him did I?" She lifted her head. "I didn't bite Sam, did I?"

"No. Dean stopped you."

"H-how come, twice now, I don't wanna attack you? Even this close."

"I suspect even though I am wearing a vessel that bleeds, my grace is overwhelming the scent of his blood."

Jamie wiped at her tears. "This was a bad idea. I shouldn't be around them or anyone until I'm better, if that's even possible. I should be locked away someplace until they find something."

"Jamie, I believe Dean's words. I've found he often speaks the truth. He thinks you are strong enough and so do I. You've proven that twice now."

Jamie turned her head away. "But, Sam…"

"Is fine."

Jamie took a breath and rubbed at her skin. It was irritated again.

Castiel noticed her unease. "Though the sun won't kill a vampire, it will cause discomfort. You should go back inside."

Jamie sucked in a breath and released it slowly. "Okay."

They both got to their feet and returned to the room.

Dean and Sam cut their conversation short upon their return.

Jamie stepped in only far enough to allow Cas in behind her. As he closed the door, Jamie looked to Sam.

"I'm very sorry, Sam." She apologized quietly. "You surprised me, not that that's any excuse. Are you okay?"

Sam smiled at her. "I'm fine, Jamie. It's okay. You just surprised me is all, too."

Jamie smiled a little as she folded her hands in front of her. "I was hoping you guys might be able to help me."

"Of course." Dean stepped forward, causing Jamie to take a step back, nearly bumping into the angel behind her.

"Dean." Jamie held out her hand. "Just in case, please."

Dean frowned. "Alright. Sorry."

Jamie shook her head.

"You should move from the window, Jamie." Castiel advised.

"Oh." Jamie looked to her skin, the faint pink was turning rosy due to her constant neglect.

"Good idea." Sam agreed. "You should stay on this side of the room."

Jamie nodded and peered up at the angel. "Can you stay with me?"

"If you want."

"Please." Jamie shuffled over to the other side of the room, where it was encased in shadow and took a seat on the farthest side of the bed, crossing her legs and facing the rest of the room, where the boys stood. Cas opted to stand in the space between the bed and wall like a marble statue.

The boys sat on Dean's bed facing her.

"When I'm near Cas, I don't wanna eat him or anything." Jamie thought to explain. "He thinks it has something to do with his grace."

"That's good." Dean said.

"So, what happened, Jamie?" Sam asked, elbows on his knees. "How'd you get away?"

"I don't really get it myself." She began. "I worked last night and after my shift ended just after two a.m. I went to leave like every other night, but I can't remember actually reaching my car. I just suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar room, feeling sick. I quickly found out, to my surprise, that I could see in the dark pretty well, considering I wasn't wearing my glasses. I tried to find my phone, but I couldn't. My purse either. And suddenly, as I panicked in the quiet, I heard someone breathing outside on of the doors. So I checked it out and found some guy I didn't recognize, sleeping in a chair just outside the room. The house was quit and so I ventured out, looking for an exit. There were some large pictures on the wall and nice looking rugs on the floor and candle holders mounted to the wall with used candles on 'em. When I found the front door, and got out, I just ran. There was a clear dirt path and forest all around. When I thought it wouldn't end, I saw a road. Once I caught my breath I started to think about all weird things that were happening to me. My skin irritation. My sight and hearing beyond normal. And when the man drove up and stopped, I knew when I smelt his blood that these had to be vampiric symptom."

Jamie looked to Sam. "I remember, or at least, I was sure I remembered you mention them in your brief list of the supernatural."

Sam nodded.

"Which helped me to not think I'd gone too crazy. Anyway, I stopped myself from tearing into his throat and sent him away and prayed to Cas. He calmed the craving and helped me get to you guys."

Sam and Dean shared a look.

"Alright," Dean said after a moment of silence. "Honestly, we've never run into anything like this before. No human has ever escaped a nest and certainly not before really screwing themselves by feeding on human blood. So, you're honestly a first. I gotta say it now, though, we've never heard of a cure for vampirism or you're in transition state, but that doesn't mean we're just gonna give up. I just wanna set you straight with what we know."

Jamie gave a curt nod. "I appreciate that, but…uh…what did you mean by nest?"

"Vampire's normally travel in packs and where they…bunker down, we call it their nest." Sam told her. "We're thinking that the house you woke up in is their nest. The guy watching your door was most likely a vampire who was supposed to keep an eye on you."

"Is that…normal vampire behavior? To take people to their nest and try to keep them there. If, I'm in transition, I can't be food right? Oh my goodness, I didn't even check if I was bit! Wait, how does one become a vampire?" Jamie panicked as she began to check her body for puncture marks.

"Jamie, you're okay. You're not bit." Dean went to moved towards her to calm her, but thought better of it and sat back down. "You haven't been bit."

Jamie whipped her head in his direction, panic still in her watery eyes.

"We would know and so would you, I promise. They are not exactly subtle about it. You've felt them, but I don't think you've actually seen your new teeth. When vampires are ready to feed an extra set of teeth extend and they are very sharp. You're neck would be a mangled mess, not neatly punctured by two fangs."

Jamie calmed down, trusting Dean and mildly startle to know that she had extra retractable teeth.

"You are right to think that you aren't food." Sam piped in. "Whoever took you last night turned you and took you home to their nest. You turn when a vampire feeds you their blood and the transition is completed as soon as you feed on human blood."

"So you think they wanted me to join their nest? Isn't that crazy? Unless they have some sorta mind control ability why in the world would they think I'd be okay with all this and just be like sure I'll join your groupie and murder people."

Both boys chucked at her outburst.

"It is odd that they would pick you." Sam agreed. "All the vampires we've come across so far are rowdy and outspoken and have no problem killing, which doesn't really sound like you. But maybe over time some reluctant victims just adapted."

"Alright, since we know where they are, we can focus on finding a cure." Dean decreed. "And while Sammy starts on that, I'm gonna grab breakfast."

Dean got to his feet and regarded Jamie with a weary expression. "Do you wanna try eating something?"

Jamie shook her head. "Just the idea of normal food makes me kinda sick, but thank you."

"Okay. I'll be back soon."

Jamie watched him go and when the door shut she suddenly felt very nervous with the idea of Sam in the room and no Dean. She had spoken to Dean more and had been solo with him many times in their previous encounter and though she appreciated Sam's help as well, and had no problems with him, she felt strange being left alone with just him and Cas, who was normally quiet unless spoken to. Especially since he was the brother she had almost mauled.

Jamie lifted her knees and looked to Cas, before patting the bed.

"You don't exactly look uncomfortable and I bet you're not, but seeing you standing there so still makes me uncomfortable. Please sit."

"Okay." Cas sat facing the wall causing Jamie to simultaneously sigh and smile at the angel.

Hearing bed springs once more, Jamie's head flicked in Sam's direction. He had risen from the bed and was headed towards the table by the window. He flicked on the lamp near it before closing the blinds.

"Oh, you don't have to…" Jamie began.

Sam turned to her with a smile. "It's fine."

She ducked her head. "Okay."

Peeking out, she watched as he pulled a laptop from a back pack and situated himself at the table.

Jamie closed her eyes, hoping it would keep her calm and grounded. But it backfired. All she could hear and smell and focus on was Sam's blood. She quickly opened her eyes and focused her attention on Cas. She couldn't hear blood pumping from him nor smell it. All she heard was a swooshing, that reminded her of a strong breeze and fainter she could make out a shimmering type sound. Like tiny sprinkles hitting the ground. And the smell was earth, like after a long rain fall.

Jamie tilted her head, wondering if it was what his grace sounded and smelt like.

"Does you're grace have a known scent or sound, Cas?" Jamie decided to ask to break the silence.

Cas turned to her. "Not that I am aware of." Cas did, what Jamie was sure was, his trade mark head tilt. "Why? Do you think it has a scent or sound?"

"Maybe. I wasn't really paying attention to your scent last time, but this time you smell like a forest after it has rained. And I'm hearing this wind sound with like the sound of sprinkles hitting the floor. All twinkly like. It's nice. The combination. It makes things easier to just focus on that."

"That's an interesting scent and sound description of an angel's grace."

"Do you think they all sound the same?" Jamie wondered thinking back on something. "Does all human blood sound the same?"

Jamie knew she shouldn't go down that avenue now that she had some modicum of control, but something was bothering her and she was just so very curious.

"They all look similar and so I can only assume that they sound similar. Much like the human blood vessels. The type may vary, but it circulates all the same."

"Hm?" Jamie looked to Sam. She knew she shouldn't, but the smell and current of his blood was ingrained in her. The scent was different from the man on the road and Dean's. It pumped differently too. Strong and fast.

"S-Sam?" Jamie half hoped he hadn't heard her.

"Yeah?" He stopped his swift typing to give Jamie his full attention.

"Probably not the best topic of conversation, but I've been curious since I…uh…since I tried to bite you. I'm not really even sure how to ask what I want to ask you."

Sam chuckled. "Just…try your best. It's okay?"

"Um…are you…your blood is the most unique I've smelt so far. Not that I've got a lot of examples to go off of, but I've been wondering why that is? Or if you even know about it? Or maybe all blood types smell different? I don't know. It flows faster too and, this makes no sense, but it even seems to feel strong, whatever that means."

Jamie raised her gaze, embarrassed, and found Sam regarding her with a conflicted expression. She raised her head, thinking now that there really was a reason for it.

"It's…kind of a long story." Sam finally answered with a huff at the end, like it pained him to say even that much.

"Oh." Jamie felt bad for asking. "It's okay then. Though, it doesn't mean you're sick or anything, right?"

Sam shook his head. "I'm not sick."

"Okay."

Jamie figured that was that and wasn't gonna press since the taller Winchester looked conflicted and pained just thinking of it, but when he didn't turn back to the computer, but instead held her gaze, she gazed back, not sure what else to do and finding it hard to look away. As though doing so would hurt him in some way without her even knowing it.

"When I was six months old a demon came into my nursery and fed me his blood."

Recognition dawned on Jamie. "Dean said that. The demon was called Azazel, right? He's why your guys dad starting hunting. To avenge your mother."

"Yeah." Sam was a bit surprised to hear that Dean had shared this with her.

"He failed to mention the demon blood part."

"I bet. So, uh, for years I didn't know about that part either. And just over two years ago I started to developed psychic abilities. I would get visions of people before they died."

"That's depressing."

"Heh. Yeah. Dean and I soon found out that these people I was having visions of were like me. They each had some psychic ability and most of their moms died in their nursery at six months too. Anyway, Azazel had fed a lot of babies his blood in this crazy plan to set them against each other to kill each other until there was only one survivor. He only wanted one soldier to control his demon army. Things got…pretty bad and in the end some of that army got let out of hell. After that I didn't experience any more psychic stuff. But then,…something happened to Dean."

Jamie frowned, seeing that it still pained him to talk about it even though his brother was okay. "Dean died, to save you, right? Did you die during that psychic's battle?"

Sam looked stunned. "You know about him going to hell?"

Jamie nodded, feeling a bit guilty. "Cas told me. I don't think it was intentional, he just answers everything truthfully and when we spoke at the store last time we somehow got on the topic of demons and souls and it came up. He wasn't too specific though about some of the details of your guys' deaths."

When Sam looked to the angel, so did Jamie. Cas was looking at her, since he couldn't see Sam. "I didn't see the harm in telling you what I did."

Jamie's lips quirked before she looked to Sam again, who was regarding her once more. "Dean, traded his life to bring me back. He got a year to live. I tried to save him, but I couldn't. And when he was gone and I could do nothing for him in return. Ruby found me. She's demon who had helped us out in the past. She's a bit…much at first, but she has saved me and my brother more than once. She told me that my powers were dormant and that she could help me learn to use them to kill Lilith, the demon responsible for Dean's death. When she told me that it required me to drink demon blood I had refused at first, but…anyway, that's what you are probably smelling. Its-its…made me stronger. I can pull demons from human vessels instead of killing the host. I can even kill demons now."

Jamie's face was pinched with concern. "And demon blood does not harm you in any way? Like, no after effects?"

Sam shook his head.

"It may not harm him, but he should not be drinking it. It will only end badly."

Jamie turned her worried gaze to Cas. "What do you mean?"

"We have tried to warn him from continuing his activities with the demon Ruby, but he will not listen. Even to his own brother it would seem."

Jamie turned to Sam. "Dean said to stop?"

Sam was [crestfallen] as he shrugged. "Yeah. He wasn't too happy when he found out. It freaks him out."

Jamie contemplated. "I know I have no right to say anything since I'm sure I still don't have all the facts, but don't you think you should maybe consider what they are saying. I mean, angels are telling you it is bad. I know Dean said they were jerks, but even Cas is concerned and he's your friend. Even Dean is worried. I'm sure he's not scared, just worried of the uncertain future laid before you. I mean, he sold his soul for you. I'm sure he just wants to help. You guys can beat this Lilith together like you've always done, however that goes. With the angels help, right?"

"It is our mission to stop the demon, yes, and her plot to break the seals."

Jamie pondered that a moment before focusing on Sam again. She felt like a bit of a bully ganging up on him with Cas and Dean's idea's but she would trust Dean's opinion with her life and she didn't even think Cas was capable of lying.

"I know…it's just…it's complicated."

"I understand that." Jamie decided not to press further. "Just think about, I suppose. I won't pry any further. Sorry."

"It's okay." Sam said. "I did decide to explain things. So, it's okay."

Jamie smiled a little. "Alright, I won't distract you anymore. I'm just going to quietly think about wind and sprinkles and forest rain."

Sam grinned. "Alright."