A/N Thanks Kegel for the beta! You are awesome!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Cindy and Jaxs are my characters.
Chapter 2
Cindy bolted up the stairs and down the hall to her room; she could not stop the tears that slid down her checks. It had been a long time since she cried and it felt very foreign to her.
She slid down the door and sat there on her carpet in front of her door and cried.
Downstairs, Sam slowly got to his feet, a smile on his handsome face. "Dean you have to let up. Look at it from her point of view, we barge in here."
Dean shook his head and began to pace. "No way man, that chick is a mental case, we are here to help and she acts like we are the enemy. I say we motor out of here and watch from a distance."
Sam smiled. He liked seeing his brother rattled. He moved to the sofa and sat down. "Not going to work, one of us needs to go up there and talk to her. Cindy seems to be the caught in the center of whatever is going on. Jaxs is going on a weeklong camping trip. I don't know if that is a good idea."
Dean looked at Sam as if he had grown two heads. "What? Are you saying that one of has to go with her?" Dean groaned, seeing Sam smile.
"Sam, you are not leaving me here with this nut bar," Dean pleaded. Sam stood up and said.
"Go to bed, Dean, I will see if I can get through to her," Sam picked up the first aid case and walked towards the stairs.
Dean watched him go and sat down on the sofa. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, breathing deep.
Dean jumped when his cell went off; he reached for it. "Hello" he said into the mouthpiece.
"Dean," John Winchesters voice called out to his son. Dean sat up, a smile lit his rugged face.
"Wow, two calls in one day," Dean said, trying to hide the sarcasm from his voice, while reaching for his warm coffee.
"Dean, I need you to listen to me, Cindy is going to fight you, she has been through a lot, and she had been on her own for a very long time. You two have a lot in common, more than you will ever be aware of," John said, making Dean wonder what his father was talking about.
"Jim was a good friend, saved my life more than once. We owe it him to keep her safe. Cindy has a special talent; the journal only touches on it. Do you still have that dagger, the one that went through the demon?" John asked.
Dean was taken back to that night, when the demon slipped by them. Sam had thrown a blessed dagger at the dark form and it passed right through him. John had found the dagger all chard the next day. They kept it to analyze it, but came up with nothing but sulfur traces.
"Yes, we have it somewhere. Why?" Dean asked, sitting up.
"Show her the dagger and you will understand, Dean keep this girl safe. I have to go, I will talk to you in a few days," John said and hung up.
Dean got up frustrated. "Damn it," he said, closing his phone. He sat back down, dread flowing through his body.
Sam gently knocked on the door. "Cindy, can I come in," he asked softly. He waited, hearing no response. He raised his hand to knock once more, but the door opened.
Sam gently pushed the door and walked in. He saw Cindy standing by the window, looking out at the dark trees that lined the street.
"Does it ever stop? The more I try to make things normal, the harder they are to control," she whispered.
Sam just stood there not too sure what to say, there was not much he could say. He had felt that way more than once since his life had been turned upside down.
"I am sorry this is happening, Cindy, truly I am, but for some reason we need to find out why he wants you so badly," Sam said, not moving.
Cindy took a deep breath and turned to face him, Sam felt his heart lurch at the sight of her swollen eyes and red tipped nose.
Cindy opened her mind to him and allowed him access to her thoughts; Sam was taken aback by what he saw. Images of the demon reaching for her, trying to rip her sister out of her arms; her as a child reacting in fear, crying for her mother she knew would never come. He saw her hard ships of tramping around the country with her father, taking care of her sister and her self-sacrifice.
Just as quickly as the images came they were gone and he was blinking away tears.
"Just give me minute," she whispered and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
Sam sat down on the chair and waited. Cindy emerged a few moments later, her curls pulled back in a loose braid. She sat on her bed and offered her arm.
Sam smiled and went to finish what he had started.
"I am sorry, Sam, I will apologize to your brother tomorrow," she said, feeling very tired.
Sam re-dressed her arm and said, "Don't worry about it. Dean is a big boy. We will get this checked out tomorrow."
Cindy just gave a nod.
"Is there anyway Jaxs can get out of this trip?" he asked. Cindy groaned and closed her eyes.
"Sam, please do not make me tell her she can not go. She has worked so hard, she has earned this trip," Cindy said, her eyes pleading with him.
"The only thing I can think of is I go with her, until we know what is going on. We need to be prepared for anything," Sam said, feeling for her.
"Okay, I will talk to her in the morning and see how she feels," Cindy said, rubbing her head, which was now pounding.
"Get some sleep. We will be down the hall, if you need anything," Sam said, getting to his feet. He stopped at the door and added, "Thanks for trusting me." He gave her a smile and left her alone.
Cindy got into bed, and fell into a restless sleep; there were not dreams that night.
The alarm lulled Cindy out of her slumber. She groaned as she reached for the button to shut it off. A few minutes later she rolled out of bed and stumbled to her washroom.
Cindy washed her face and fixed her hair, pulling it into a ponytail. A few curls escaped and framed her face. She made her way down the hall and checked her sister's room. Jaxs was dressed and ready to go.
"Jaxs, we need to talk," Cindy said, motioning for her sister to follow her down the stairs.
Cindy started the coffee. She pulled out a mug and a glass, reached for the sugar and pulled the creamer out of the fridge.
"What is on your mind, sis," Jaxs asked, waiting until Cindy had finished filling her mug. Cindy filled the glass with juice and handed it to Jaxs.
"With everything that has happened here in the last 24 hours," Cindy said, lifting her bandaged arm, "Sam feels it would be safer if you did not go on this trip, I know that you have been planning it for months and all the hard work you have done to get here." Cindy felt horrible.
"The bottom line is when it comes to your safety, I will not take chances," Cindy said, waiting for the fight.
Jaxs just starred at her, not saying anything, her mind going over all the things her sister had given up to give her a home, an education, how she had protected her with her own life. Cindy reached across the table and covered her hand with her own.
"Say something, Jaxs," Cindy pleaded, calling her sister out of her thoughts. She was a bit taken aback when her sister smiled.
"Okay, I will call the gang and tell them something came up," Jaxs said. She did not hide the fact that she was disappointed and wanted to go, but she would not let Cindy feel bad for trying to keep her safe.
Jaxs stood up and left the kitchen. Cindy sat there, feeling frustrated and angry at the whole situation.
Cindy stood up and began to prepare breakfast, anything to keep her mind busy.
Dean was just slipping on a shirt when Sam rolled over.
"What time is it?" the younger man groaned, letting his head fall back onto his pillow.
Dean smiled and reached down to pick up his shoes. "Get up we have work to do," he said and walked out of the door.
Dean stopped in the hallway, hearing Jaxs talking on the phone.
"I am sorry, but you go and have a great time, with any luck I will be there by Wednesday."
Dean smiled and walked down the stairs, he smelt something wonderful and felt his stomach rumble.
He saw Cindy in the kitchen. She was wearing a pair of long boxer shorts, scrunch socks and an oversized tee-shirt the read Ozfest 2003.
"Morning," Dean called out, not wanting to scare her. Cindy turned and offered a smile.
"Everything will be done in about ten minutes," she said, turning back to her pan. "Coffee is ready, help your self," she muttered, flipping the last pancake.
Dean made himself a coffee and prepared one for Sam. He watched Cindy as she moved around the kitchen. She placed the finished pancake under the food warmer. She shut off the oven, rinsed out the pan and placed it in the dishwasher.
Cindy reached for the plates and heading to the kitchen table, he grabbed the placemats, forks and knives, and followed.
Cindy's kitchen was a good size; the table was placed next to the bay window, overlooking the yard. Bench seats, which framed the window with overstuffed padding cushions; a home country feel welcomed you into the area.
Jaxes appeared and took over setting the table, Sam followed shortly after.
"Lets eat while the food is hot," Jaxs called out.
Cindy took her seat at the head of the table, Dean to her left and Jaxs to the right, Sam sat next to his brother.
Cindy passed the warm plates around, Sam smiled and groaned, "It has been a long time since I had a home cooked meal and this looks and smells wonderful."
Dean smiled in agreement; Cindy had gone all out eggs, pancakes, beacon, sausages and home fries.
Dean turned to Jaxs and said, "I am sorry we ruined your trip, maybe once we get a handle on things you can still make it out for a few days. Sam would tag along of course," he said sending her a wink. He was rewarded with a smile.
"I heard you mention that your father had some papers," Dean said, looking at Cindy who was just pushing her food around on her plate.
"More like boxes of papers," she responded. "They are all in my office. I was planning on taking them downstairs to sort them. They are all marked by year," she said looking at him. Damn a man should not look this good first thing in the morning, she thought
Jaxs looked up and said, "Why don't you go and do the shopping and Sam and I will take the boxes downstairs and put them in order and we can start this afternoon."
Cindy went to speak, but Dean cut her off, "Sounds like a good idea, I will go with you and we can get that arm looked at," he said.
Cindy bit back on her reply and just offered a smile. A few moments later she excused her self to go get ready.
Half an hour later she came down freshly showered, a white tee-shirt tucked into a straight black cotton skirt that had two slits that ran up to the knee on each side.
Her hair was loosely braided and still damp. Dean got to his feet, he watched her walk to the closet and pull out a long pair of black squared small heeled boots, she slipped one foot inside and zipped it up to the knee, then the other.
Dean found his mouth going suddenly dry, he saw her reach in for a well loved jean jacket, his eye did not miss the flash of color on her shoulder.
"Are you ready?" she asked, turning to find him staring at her. When he did not respond she snapped her fingers and repeated herself.
Dean jumped and said, "Sorry, lost in thought." He went to put on his boots as well. Cindy grabbed the food list and said her goodbyes.
"Sam, where are the keys?" Dean called out, checking his coat pockets.
Cindy smiled at him and said, "I am driving my car," she turned and left him to follow. Dean made chase and stopped once he saw her car.
"This is your car," he drooled, taking in the Mustang and all its glory. Cindy smiled and got into the car. Dean could not help but smile when he heard the car start and rev, he would swear he heard it purring.
Dean opened the door and climbed in, "I love your car." For the first time since they had met, her face lit with a true smile in his direction. Cindy backed out and stopped in front of the Impala.
"She's yours?" Cindy asked, checking the car over a slow smile curved her full lips.
"That she is," was Dean's response. Cindy put the car into drive and made her way down the street. He can't be all that bad if he drove a car like that, she thought
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Sam helped Jaxs cleaning up.
"I am sorry about your trip, but Dean was right. Maybe it won't be a complete loss," he said as he handed her to put a plate in the dishwasher.
He watched her set the machine and press the start button.
"Come on, I will show you those boxes," Jaxs said, tossing the dishtowel onto the counter.
Sam followed her towards the back of the house. She pushed open a door and three piles of boxes greeted him.
Jaxs walked in and picked up one.
"Load up, Sam, and follow," she said, walking past him. Sam scooped up two and did as he was told.
Jaxs put the box down and opened the door that lead to the basement. He watched her turn on the light and pick up her box and carefully going down the stairs.
"Wow," Sam said, taking in the basement; one side was a sitting area with sofas and a TV. The other section of the room was lined with mirrors, the hardwood floor gleamed; there was a dancer pole off to the right.
"Cindy is the dancer," Jaxs said with a sad smile, she walked over to the sitting area, putting the box down.
Sam followed; he pushed the coffee table to the wall to make room for the remaining boxes.
Sam saw that Jaxs was lost in thought and decided not to say anything. He left her to get some more boxes. He was on his way down with another load when she was on her way up.
Once all the boxes were in the basement, they began to arrange them by year.
"Did I upset you?" Sam asked. She had been quiet since the topic of Cindy wanting to be a dancer.
Jaxs sighed, having put the last box in place. She walked over to the small fridge and pulled out two beers. Her eyes went to the clock that hung on the wall it was well after noon.
"No, you did not do anything, I just feel guilty! Here I am feeling bad because I am missing out on a camping trip while my sister sacrificed her dreams to make sure I have mine."
Sam accepted the beer and sat down across from her.
"I know what you mean. Dean was kind of left holding the bag as well. I got to leave to have a semi normal life, went to university, had a girlfriend," Sam's voice trailed off as he thought of Jess.
"What does this demon want?" Jaxs groaned loudly. "What makes us so different from everyone else? I mean, it has not been that bad since Dad died. I mean at least we were able to settle in, but he just keeps coming and then I think to myself: why Cindy?"
Sam took a swing of his beer and offered, "We will talk about this when everyone gets back. How about you show me around?" Sam said, getting to his feet and offering her a hand.
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Cindy sat quietly while her doctor hummed over her arm.
"Tell me again how this happened?" he asked as he lifted her arm to gaze at the burn.
Cindy looked at Dean who had been introduced as a friend, her eyes pleaded "Help me."
Dean coughed and said, "Careless around the campfire," he tossed out with a smile.
The Doctor looked at Cindy and frowned, "The wound is infected. It is a good thing you came in." he said calling for a nurse. Cindy watched him speaking quietly to the woman who left and was back within moments with a tray.
"I will give you something for the pain, I need to remove the dead skin and clean out the infection."
Cindy shook her head, "No needles or drugs, I will be fine," she said, trying to keep her fear under control.
The doctor shook his head. "My dear this will be painful. It will pass quicker if I give you something," he said, reaching for the needle.
Dean took in her face it had gone white; he saw the flash of fear in her eyes. She looked at him. "Dean," she whispered, getting ready to bolt.
Dean stepped in front of her and held up his hand. "No drugs," he said with a smile, but his voice was dead serious.
The doctor looked annoyed and said, "Fine, no drugs." He sat down in front of her and placed her arm on a pull up table.
"Well grab him or something, trust me you are going to need it," he said frowning. He began muttering under his breath about young people are supposed to like drugs.
Dean hid his smile and looked at Cindy. He offered his hand and she took it, he watched her taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. The doctor worked quickly, the only indication she felt pain was the occasional flinch and the death grip on his hand.
Half an hour later they walked out of the office, Cindy's face was deathly pale, she allowed Dean to wrap his arm around her for support.
"No heavy lifting and soak the arm twice a day in the solution on the prescription. I gave you 10 days worth of pain medication. Use it," the doctor said as they left.
Cindy allowed Dean to help her to the car; she reached into her purse and pulled out her keys tossing them to him.
"Be gentle with my baby" she smiled.
Dean suppressed his groan when he started the car; he tossed her a smile and asked, "Where to first?"
Cindy told him to go to the pharmacy. She directed him through traffic and soon they were once more getting out of the car. Cindy dropped off the prescription. It would be ready by the time they were done shopping.
Dean grabbed a shopping cart and told her to push; he was slightly worried as she was still rather pale. He knew she was in pain.
Cindy fished out her list and the shopping journey began. Soon the cart was filled with fresh vegetables and fruit and other items. Dean watched her as she selected chicken, steaks, ground beef and a few roasts.
They were passing the butcher block when she turned and asked, "Do you and Sam like BBQ?" Cindy reached for a number and waiting.
"What red blooded male does not like BBQ?" he laughed.
Cindy laughed as well and asked, "Can you go and get some dinner rolls, and some angel food cake sponge cups three packs while I wait here?
Dean went off in the direction she had sent him. When he returned she was just accepting the brown paper wrapped packages.
"Let's get out of here please," she said, watching him place the item in the cart.
"Do you and Dean need anything that is not in the cart?" Cindy asked, moving toward check out.
"No, I need to pick up some things when we go back to the pharmacy."
The casher rang in the items all the while drooling over Dean who seemed to like the attention. Cindy found herself getting annoyed. When the total was called out, she pulled her wallet loose, just to have Dean shake his head.
"No, let me take care of this," he said, reaching for his wallet. Cindy stopped him and smiled.
"Sorry buddy, that smile may work on her, I pay for the food," Cindy passed the casher the amount and waited for her change.
Dean did not argue, he smiled and mumbled a thank you. But Cindy shook her head, "You are a guest in my home. I would have it no other way," she said as he placed the bags into the shopping cart.
Once the groceries were in the truck they walked to the pharmacy. At that point they went their own ways. Cindy picked up some items for both her and Jaxs.
Soon they were back at the car and Dean asked, "Anything else?" he started the car and waited.
"Just the beer store and home," she smiled, closing her eyes for a moment. Dean pulled out into traffic and spotted the beer store. He parked and hopped out before she could say anything. Moments later he returned and put the two cases in the car.
"So, what do you do Dean?" Cindy asked, trying to fill the silence in the car.
Dean spoke without looking at her.
"I hunt and kill demons, ghosts, there is not much time for anything else."
"It is a hard life, to move around, not lay any roots or keep friends," Cindy said, looking at the trees as they wiped by.
"You hunted with your father?" Dean asked a little surprised.
"Yes, right up until he died, he was obsessed with this demon and finding it, and Jaxs and I where his luggage," she said in a matter of fact kind of way.
They both fell silent and Dean reached over and pushed the CD into its slot.
The raspy voice of Billy Idol filled the car. He smiled once more. He liked this woman's taste in cars and music.
Dean pulled into the driveway and honked the horn; Sam and Jaxs came out laughing. Dean got out of the car and said, "We have enough food here to last us a month."
Jaxs placed her hands on her heart and staggered back, groaning. Sam was startled and caught her as she fell back. It took a moment for him to realize she was joking.
"I can not believe it, Cindy let another human being drive her baby. Someone call 911, I think I am dying," she cried.
Cindy slowly got out of the car and playfully smacked her sister. "You are just jealous because you are not allowed to drive it," Cindy laughed.
She rounded the car to have Dean shaking his head. "No, go inside and relax. You look ready to drop."
Cindy found herself biting her tongue once more. She knew his intentions were in the right place, but she did not like being told what to do.
Cindy went upstairs and changed. She sat in the overstuffed chair by her window and thought, I will close my eyes for just a moment.
Jaxs found her twenty minutes later sleeping; she covered her sister with a blanket.
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They were putting the groceries away when Sam felt a sharp pain slice through his head. He could not stop the gasp of pain that came from his mouth. His fingers went to his temple trying to ease the tension.
Dean was at his side, waiting for his brother to speak. Jaxs stood rooted to her spot. He is like Cindy, she thought.
Upstairs Cindy sat up, almost falling out of her chair, the demon's laughter sounding softly in her head.
Back downstairs the pain eased away and Sam said, "I'm okay, it's gone." He accepted the glass of water Jaxs offered him.
"Thanks," he murmured. She just stared at him.
He drank the water and asked. "What?" Sam was confused, he was not sure if she was angry or sad. Jaxs shook her head, a frown on her pretty face.
"You could have told me," she said, turning away from him to put the last of the food away.
"Tell you what?" he asked, following her. He was not prepared for her to slam the cupboard closed.
"That you are like Cindy, that whatever is after my sister can get inside your head, too. You let me go on and on about how worried I was about Cindy and why her, and you said nothing," Jaxs said, feeling like a fool.
"Jaxs," Sam started just to have her shake her head once more and say.
"Don't worry about it Sam, I get it, it is not like we are friends or anything right," she said, walking out of the kitchen.
Sam turned and found Dean leaning against the counter with a huge smile on his face.
Sam held up his hand and said, "Not a word," he stormed out of the kitchen. Leaving Dean alone.
Cindy found a bowel under her bathroom sink; she had changed into a pair of joggers and made her way downstairs.
"Hey," she said, finding Dean in the kitchen. "Can you go fire up the grill?"
He went out the porch door while Cindy seasoned the steaks. He came in just as she was putting everything in a bowel.
"Can I help?" he asked, smiling when Cindy passed him the potatoes to peel, he watched her cleaning and clipping some string beans and green and red peppers, a green onion and several large mushrooms. Cindy took the potatoes he had completed and cut them into fours.
She pulled out a foil tray and dumped everything into it; he watched her season the mixture of veggies, salt, pepper, garlic and a little bit of olive oil,
She passed him the tray and took the bowl, holding the steaks. "Follow me," she said with a smile.
Dean placed the foil tray on one side the BBQ, then he placed the meat on the heated grill.
Dean left her to soak her arm, to find his brother. Sam was in the basement "Very kinky," Dean said, running his fingers along the pole.
Sam just smiled and said nothing, "Come on Sam dinner is on the grill, I am sure once she calms down she will hear you out."
"It is not that," Sam said, starring at his hands, Dean sat facing his brother and asked.
"What? Did you see something?" Dean held his brother's gaze and he saw the confusion.
"That is it, Dean, I saw nothing I felt something, but I saw nothing," he said, his confusion causing him to sigh.
Jaxs found her sister rewrapping her arm.
"Hey girl," Cindy said softly, getting up to check the food.
Jaxs took in Cindy's pale face and her tired shoulders.
"Did you not get any sleep?" Jaxs asked coming to stand facing her sister; she pulled Cindy into a hug.
Jaxs was not sure how she ended up with her head on her sister chest, tears welled in her eyes. "Cindy how can I help you? I hate seeing you so tired. I will watch over you tonight. If I see you are in trouble, I will wake you up," Jaxs said into her sister's chest.
"Jaxs, I am okay, honestly. My arm just hurts, I will be fine in a day or so trust me," Cindy said, kissing her sister's head and gently pulled away.
"I bought everything for your infamous strawberry short cake sponge cake tarts," Cindy said, changing the subject.
Jaxs took the hint and went to prepare the dessert. Dean found the blonde in the kitchen crying.
"Hey squirt," he said, touching her shoulder. Dean was not prepared for her to turn into his arms and cry on his chest.
He caught every other word that came from her mouth; he gently patted her back, trying to sooth the young woman, all the time thinking, Sam is soo much better at this than me.
After a few minutes she was calm enough to say, "Sorry, I guess I needed that," she went to stand up, but he stopped her.
"What got you balling in the first place?" he asked with a smile. Jaxs liked Dean. He called it the way he saw it, did not sugar coat it.
Jaxs took his hand and pulled him to his feet, Dean allowed himself to be lead to the kitchen. Jaxs pointed to his sister who was checking the food. "That is why," Jaxs said softly.
Dean frowned. He was able to see just how tired and drawn Cindy looked; her guard was down, thinking she was alone.
"She will get some sleep tonight," he said, walking toward the sliding door. Jaxs smiled, seeing Dean taking over the cooking. Cindy went to sit down and enjoy the sun.
Dinner was wonderful, the food was excellent.
"I am going to gain so much weight," Sam groaned, longing to undo the top button of his jeans.
Jaxs offered to clean up so they could start downstairs. "I will bring the coffee and dessert down," she said, shooing them away.
Once they were downstairs, Cindy walked over to the stereo, adjusted the volume and walked over to the boxes.
"How do you want to do this?" she asked, grabbing a box and sitting down.
Sam smiled and said, "We each take a box and pull out all info on the demon or anything we feel might be important."
Soon they were all engrossed in their work. Jaxs came down with a tray filled with coffee cups and dessert.
Dean excused himself and went upstairs, he searched around for Cindy's prescription, he opened the bottle of her pain medication and took on pill. He made his way downstairs and waited until she asked for a coffee.
Dean got up saying. "I'll do it," he dropped the capsule in the cup before filling and stirred it until it was gone.
He hid his smile. Half an hour later when he saw her stifling her yawns, Cindy felt her body grow heavy, her body tensed up when she softly heard her name being called.
Sam felt a twinge and looked up from his papers. He took in her sleepy face and felt her fear.
"Cindy," he started but she cut him off when she saw Dean's smiling face.
"What have you done?" she cried, fear rushed through her, she tried to get to her feet but her body felt like it was under water.
"Jaxs," she cried, reaching for her sister. The blond was afraid and grabbed her sister, pulling her to her body, her eyes on Dean.
"What did you do?" she cried, trying to keep her sister awake.
"She needed to rest so I gave her one of her own of the pills her doctor prescribed," Dean said confused, dread filled his gut as he took in their fear filled gazes.
"You have no idea what you have just done," Cindy cried, as she tried to focus her mind. Don't fight it Cindy come to me, the demon called.
"You drugged her, how could you that," Jaxs all but screamed, becoming frantic. She pulled Cindy closer to her shaking her.
"Stay with me Cindy, do not fall asleep," she screamed, fighting the urge to smack her sister.
Cindy softly floated into darkness; there was nothing she could do.
"No," Jaxs cried, getting up and dragged her sister with her. Sam got off the sofa and took hold of Cindy.
"Jaxs, you are going to hurt her," he said, laying Cindy's sleeping form on the sofa. Jaxs was crying hard, her eyes on Dean. She ran at him, her hand hitting his chest.
"You have just killed my sister," she cried. Dean grabbed at her arms.
"Tell me what I have done so wrong, she had been fighting her body since we got here. I am trying to help her," he yelled back, his anger getting the best of him.
"You don't understand, she never takes any kind of sleep or pain medication," Jaxs said, trying to explain.
"Why?" Sam asked, stepping in, taking hold of her shoulders. But she pushed him away. Sinking to the floor to rest her head on Cindy's chest.
Dean was getting tired. They are both wacko, and in need of shock therapy, he thought.
"If she can't wake up, she can't get away from him, he can only hurt her when she is a sleep. She won't be able to wake up," Jaxs turned to look at both Dean and Sam.
"Do you understand now that she can't get away?" she cried, turning back to her sister.
Dean felt like someone had kick him in the gut, he had no idea, he felt sudden guilt, he had left the situation get out of hand, he should have pushed for details but he was trying to be nice to gain her trust. Guilt ate at him.
Cindy stumbled in the darkness. The walls were so hot she could not touch them. She felt him all around, his laughter rolled off the walls.
Sam felt the pain size him. "He is coming," he gasped, grabbing his head. Dean moved, not thinking, he scooped Cindy up and said.
"Jaxs, let's go, Sam," he called out as he headed up the stairs. Jaxs helped Sam as pain seized him.
"Where are you going?" Jaxs asked once they headed towards the front door.
Cindy was beginning to moan softly, Dean could not believe the heat coming from her body.
"To get her stomach pumped," Dean said, as she pulled the door open.
Jaxs caught the keys Sam tossed to her. Dean climbed into the back seat, holding Cindy to him.
"I am so sorry," he whispered into her ear, holding her close.
Cindy ran down into the darkness. All she could see was his glowing eyes behind her and all she could feel was his heated breath.
"They can't help you, no one can help you," the demon laughed, taunting her. Cindy stopped, hearing the crack of a whip. She could not see anything.
Her hands searched along the wall, the flesh on her hand stung with the heat, her hand found a knob and she turned it, pushing hard.
Cindy fell into the room. She got to her feet, when she felt something drip onto her from above. Cindy's head shot up.
She could not stop the scream that erupted from her. On the ceiling was her sister's lifeless body, bleeding from her stomach.
"You are my mate, you will bring my child into the next world," the demon said from the doorway.
Dean ran into the emergency room, calling out for help.
"I gave her the wrong medication," he said as the nurses rushed by him. One was calling for a gurney.
Cindy spun around not before she felt the tip of his whip bite into her shoulder.
Dean felt her body jerk as if she had been dealt a mighty blow. "Sir, where is she bleeding from?" the nurse asked as they took her from him.
Dean looked at the blood that coated his arm and hand. "She fell onto the glass table that is when I realized something was wrong," he said, biting back on his emotions.
They watched her being wheeled away; Dean gave them as much information as he could remember, what drug and how many pills.
The nurses watched Cindy twitching as they pushed the tube into her mouth and down her throat; they were pumping her with charcoal to induce vomiting.
After a moment, they rolled her on her side to allow her to purge, an IV was hooked out to help flush out her system.
Cindy had to get out; the demon blocked the only exit. Cindy ran at him, her body passed right though him. The chase was on; she ran and all she could hear was the sound of the whip and his laughter.
"SAM," she cried, her mind calling to him, all her energy was focused on him.
Sam jerked as he heard her calling to him, he tried his best to push the pain in his head aside but he could not.
Cindy saw a light appear in the darken room and dove for it, "NOOOOOOOO," she heard the demon cry.
Cindy's eyes flew open as she sat up straight in the hospital bed. Dean was at her side; he saw her face crack and crumble.
He pulled her close, rocking her softly.
"I am sorry," he chanted over and over.
