Chapter One: Confusion
The past few months had been very quiet in the 'supernatural' department for Sam, Dean, Jem and Leila. And it was pissing them off. Dean and Jem especially – they were looking for physical hunts, ones they can really lay there fists into. Leila and Sam, however, were just plain bored. The night before this fateful morning, the four friends had visited Harvelle's Roadhouse and spent a fantastically long and alcohol driven night with old friends, allies and a kareoke box. The four had finally crashed at 4am and it was 11 before Jem – the only one guaranteed not to have a massive hangover – awoke.
She shifted in her bed before opening her eyes. She smiled as she felt an arm resting over her stomach and smelt a familiar faint musk. Dean always liked to keep people close – even when he was asleep. As she felt him stirring, she rolled over to face him.
Her eyes still closed, she whispered, "Morning Sunshine."
"Hey there beautiful..." came the gruff reply. Jem smiled then had to have a double take, she opened her eyes and screamed, jumping out of the bed.
The face she saw before her wasn't Dean. Sam Winchester – Jem's boyfriend's brother – was lying in the bed with her. And, to make matters worse, they were both in their underwear.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Sam said soothingly as he got out of the bed and walked over her. He placed his arms around her waist and pushed a piece of messy brown hair out of her face, and lent on for a kiss.
"Whoa!" she cried again, ducking away from Sam, "What the hell are you doing?"
Sam smiled with confusion, "Um... I was about to kiss my wife?" he inched closer to her, "maybe something more...?" he grinned down at her.
Jem ducked away from him again and grabbed her clothes from the floor as she ran into the bathroom. Sam followed her but she turned in her heels to stop him.
"I just need a few minutes alone –" Sam looked at her with concern, "Please." she begged him, holding up a hand to stop him. He finally obliged and let her close the door.
Sitting on the edge of the bath tub, she honed all of her energy into looking for, and calling to, Leila.
Leila was peacefully sleeping when she felt a light tingling in the back of her head. She knew what it meant and made a mental note to kill Jem when she had a chance for waking her up.
'Morning Jem,' she said in her head, not bothering to open her eyes, 'How can I help you?'
'Where are you?' came Jem's reply.
'In bed, where do you think I am?'
'With who?'
Leila sighed inwardly, 'Sam – my boyfriend. Have you been drinking? Ooh! Is that how you ended up in bed with Dean last night?' she laughed, 'Did he drug you?'
'Leila, open your eyes.'
There was a long silence, but Jem could have sworn she heard Leila's squeal from the next room.
'Leila?' Jem searched after a few moments, 'You still with me?'
'What the hell is going on?' came Leila's hurried reply, she was agitated. She had practically run past a sleepy and confused Dean and into the bathroom.
'I don't know!' Jem replied desperately, 'I'm with Sam! Oh... AND WE'RE MARRIED!'
'What?' Leila asked, Jem was pretty sure she felt Leila's heart break, 'You're... married?'
'I apparently so...' Jem said, then added in an attempt to lighten the mood, 'Wait till you see the rock your boyfriend gave me!' she examined the white gold and diamond-clad ring that sat on her left ring finger.
Leila held back a sniff and tried to cover it with a laugh.
'Aw, Leila! I'm sorry! I was joking! You know me, I either laugh or cry and I'm not a fan of crying!' Jem rushed.
'Very true...' Leila tried to chuckle, then she stopped, 'Wait – could read Sam?'
Although she was in the bathroom alone and no one could see her, Jem shook her head, 'No, all I got was white noise... or that noise that noise you get when your TV is on but the sounds off... or that –'
'Concentrate.' Leila sighed.
'Right, sorry.' Jem said, shaking herself.
'Well, I got the same thing. Dean's not giving anything up. What's happening?' Leila said quietly, 'Oh! Idea! We can talk openly at Ellen's! Tell Sam you're going for a walk or something, meet me there?'
'God, I knew you were the brains of the operation! See you in a bit!'
Leila and Dean's room
Leila exited the bathroom and attempting to avoid Dean's gaze.
"Leila, honey," Dean said, looking up from a bunch of papers he was reading, "Are you ok? What's going on?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Leila mumbled.
"Hmm?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Nothing..." Leila lied, "Um, I'm going for a walk, I'll be back in a bit."
"Ok," Dean smiled softly, "Be careful," then added as Leila opened the motel door, "If you pass a coffe shop, can you please grab me something?"
"Uh, yeah – sure..." Leila said absent-mindedly.
"Thanks," he smiled, "Love you!"
Roadhouse 10 minutes later
Jem came running into Ellen's dark bar in short black shorts and another worn AC/DC shirt. She was flushed from running from the motel and her heart was pounding in her throat, As she came bolting through the door, Ellen look up at her.
"Well morning darlin'," she greeted, "What brings you to the bar this early in the mornin'?"
"I –" she breathed shallowly, trying to catch her breath, "Sam – Leila – Dean –" she collapsed into one of the nearby booths and Ellen rushed over, gun in hand and a glass of water in the other. Ellen stared at her with confusion.
"Have they been attacked?" Ellen asked calmly, "Where are they?"
Jem shook her head hurriedly as Leila came busting through the door. She rushed over to Jem and hugged her.
"Ok," Leila asked scared, "What the hell's going on?" she sat next to Jem in the booth.
"I was just askin the same thing," Ellen said looking between the two.
"Well, we woke up this morning –" Jem started.
"Well, considering the amount of alcohol that was consumed last night, that's a good thing!" Ellen laughed, then sobered on seeing the looks on the girls' faces, "Sorry, go on..."
"I was in bed with Sam!" Jem said quietly, leaning in as if someone would overhear.
"And I was with Dean!" Leila said, "and they think it's normal... Jem's married to Sam! What the hell is going on?"
Ellen look dumb-founded, "Uh..." she started, "nothing? It is normal. Jemima Winchester and Leila Altoft..." she pointed between the two, "Are you two still drunk?"
Jem and Leila looked between each other and then to Ellen.
J: She's nuts!
L: Let's get out of here...
J: Agreed.
"Maybe we are..." Leila said getting up. Following her lead, Jem did the same.
"We're going to lie down. See ya Ellen," Jem called as they walked out of the bar.
Staring after them, Ellen sensed something was wrong and immediately called both Sam and Dean.
"What the hell is happening?" Leila yelled once they were away from the bar, "We can't go back to the bar or the motel! I don't even want to think about it!" Leila felt a shiver crawl up her back as she fought back tears and sensing Jem was feeling the exact same way, she was startled to hear what Jem said next.
"Maybe," Jem began, not wanting to say what they both new would be the only option, "maybe we should go back, just to find out what's happening..." As the words left her lips, she wished she could take them back. The thought made her stomach cold and her head spin, but they both knew they had to do it. Leila wouldn't look at Jem, keeping her focus on the ground. She knew Jem was right, but didn't want to believe it. Leila was looking for something to say when a familiar car pulled up beside them.
"Babe, you ok?" came Sam's voice from the Chevy which had pulled up beside them. Jem gasped.
"I..." Leila began, but realised Sam's focus was on Jem.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Jem replied weakly, her eyes still focused on the ground too, "Just going for a walk..."
"Well," he said, smiling warmly at Leila, "If you both get in the car, I'll shout you breakfast. C'mon," he lent over and opened the passenger door and motioned for Jem to get in. She sighed ans looked at Leila as they both bot in the car. Leila in the back and Jem in the front.
They drove for a few minutes, the stereo thumping with Blue Oyster Cult before reaching a Mom and Pop diner. As they were about to get out of the car, Leila's phone rang.
Checking the caller ID, Leila sighed and answered the phone, "Hey Dean, what's up?"
Dean was breathing shallowly and groaning, "Something's wrong! I – can't – please help!" then the line went dead.
"Oh, God!" Leila said looking at Sam with concern, "Drive back to the motel – now!"
Sam didn't ask questions, he shut the door and sped back toward the motel.