See Me

Jaime was sat in her favorite coffee shop a book propped open in front of her. She was short, with a small frame, she had a very unique accent to accompany her smooth tan skin. Her hair was a rich dark brown, she usually wore it down in waves around her shoulders. Her eyes were a mixture of chocolate brown and golden honey, she held a lot of knowledge and it was seen in their depths. She was dressed more for comfort today, wearing her favorite pair of blue skinny jeans, a loose gray sweater, and gray trainers; she was in her usual booth, facing the door. She always sat here, preferring to know who or what was walking in the door. She hated being caught off guard, Jaime wasn't paying attention, she was too caught up in the novel, but she heard the deep, smooth, and gentle tone she knew so well. She looked up to see all 6'4" of him. He was wearing his brown Carhartt jacket, his hands shoved into his pockets, a plain gray shirt under his open blue and gray flannel, he's blue jeans worn and faded, and his hair was a little longer than the last time Jaime had seen it. His face was lit up as he laughed at his companion, his hazel eyes looked more green than brown. Jaime looked away, playing with the silver necklace he'd given her. She tried to slowly pack up her things, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

They stopped in front of her table, "I'm Detective Hunter, and this is my partner Detective Venandi. Are you Jaime Martin?" Jaime looked up, staring at the badges, she looked at the other man's picture, he was handsome. Only standing a few inches shorter, had short brown hair that was styled up, his piercing green eyes just a shade darker than his companion's. He wore a brown leather jacket, the collar on it turned up, he had a black shirt under a plain green button up shirt. His cheek bones were sharper, his facial expressions more severe. He had a look on his face that screamed authority and confidence. Jaime knew his type, the type of guy who got what he wanted, when he wanted.

She sucked in a breath, her heart hammering away inside her chest. If she looked at him, she would surely spill everything, ruin all the work she put into disappearing. "What can I do for you gentlemen?" She asked, her thick accent was hard to understand and she hoped it would help keep her emotions in check. Her eyes never strayed from the man who spoke, attempting to keep her eyes off him. She was trying her hardest to sound nonchalant, but seeing him again after all these years had taken her by surprise. Broke her heart all over again, she was so sure they would never run into each other again. She let her eyes flick to him, the brown shade darkened as she took him in. She wanted him, she had always wanted him. He had given her a sense of home in the short time they'd known each other. She was still in love with him, even after all this time.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked, Jaime closed her eyes, tears began falling. She watched as the pieces all fell into place, the wall she'd created all those years ago seemed to break down, crashing around her. Sam's eyes seemed to spark with recognition; he looked absolutely over joyed to see her. "Jaime…?" He breathed, "But… How… You… Jaime… How did I not remember you?" He mumbled the last part, then looked at her a smile on his face; igniting something in her. He looked just as shocked as she felt, she didn't want this to end, but she knew it would. "You look good, I always loved it when you wore your hair long like that." he said, his eyes scanning her face as if he'd never see it again. "You got new glasses, didn't you? They look good on you." He nodded to her.

"Hi Sammy." Jaime said her voice cracking. She looked down, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, "Why don't you guys have a seat." She motioned for the seats across from her; Sam immediately took the seat directly opposite her, his eyes never leaving her. Jaime looked up at the other man, "You must be Dean. Sam talked about you all the time. He always told me how much he missed you." She smiled sadly at Dean, a triumphant smirk landed on his face but was quickly wiped away as he remembered what was happening. "I'm Jaime, I… Sam and… Your brother and I have a complicated history." she laughed weakly.

Sam looked down at the table, then up to Dean. "Dude sit, you can trust her. I promise."

Dean sighed shaking his head, then sat next to his younger brother. "I heard that you were the one who found Aaron Brokenleg's body?"

Jaime looked down, her fingers laced together. She watched as each moved, felt the chords of her tendons move under the surface, imagined the blood as it moved through the veins with each beat of her broken heart. A waitress came and set water down for the men, topping off Jaime's coffee. After another few seconds she looked at Dean and nodded. The tears that had been falling earlier came rushing out of her eyes now. "Aaron had started getting nightmares, he would talk about this 'Cosmic Owl' and how it told him to find a man. I tried to find out more about the man, but all I got was his name, 'Azazel'." Jaime took a deep breath in and held it, her expression growing sad. "After that he became irrational, secretive, even a little..." She took a shuddering breath, her hand going to her forearm. "He drew me a picture once, the thing was that owl wasn't the Native American owl, but the Indian one." She pulled out her blackberry and began searching through pictures, she held her phone out for them to see the life-like drawing. It was a large owl, its feathers the color of gold, it's large eyes were black as night, and it's long thin beak was white, the tip covered in blood, the owl's wings were outstretched it's wingspan twice the size of Sam's, the size of this owl easily overtook all three of them. "Aaron was studying Studio Arts when we met." She said, trying to explain the skillful artwork. Her eyes darkened as she continued to stare at the picture.

"You see, Indian owls are known for luring people to their untimely demise. They weren't known for being helpful. I tried to warn Aaron of this, but he wouldn't listen... he never listened" Jaime looked up from the picture, "You should probably see this one next." She moved to the next picture on her phone and showed the men, it was a middle aged man with brown hair, littered with gray, he had a devilish smile on his face, he wore a dark blue button up shirt and a pair of black pants. The most unusual thing about this picture was the man's yellow eyes, the color swirled through out his eyes there was no room for the iris or the pupil underneath. Sam almost choked on his water when he saw it, Dean had to slap his back a few times to get him to calm down. "I found this drawing the day he... The morning of..." Jaime looked out the window, letting her mind wander, her eyes grew distant.

"So you want me to believe that some death omen killed your boyfriend and friggin 'Yellow Eyes' was behind it?" Dean said, his voice barely below a shout. Jaime jumped at his outburst, but looked at him. "Why should we trust you?"

"You don't have to." Jaime stated calmly, her brown eyes hardening a ferocity in them that Sam hadn't seen before. "I know what you think of my kind Dean Winchester, I know how you hunt us down and viciously slay us. I however do not need to justify myself to you." Jaime started packing up, violently shoving her books into place. She didn't look up when she heard Sam quietly call her.

"Jaime," Sam placed his hand over hers as it reached for her phone. "I believe you, I know you wouldn't lead us anywhere but to the truth. Let me talk to him for a second. Please stay." Sam's hazel eyes bore into her. She knew he wasn't meaning to push his thoughts at her; but she could see his desperation to be near her.