Trying To Breath

It took the brothers a little over a day to find her; she wasn't exactly hiding from them. She was sitting on a park bench in the middle of town, her eyes on a mother and child running around. The child's laughter could be heard from anywhere in the park. Jaime smiled when they fell on the grass together, her heartbreaking slightly at a life she'd never have. She slowly put the vintage black and silver camera away, and then stood up, turning to leave when she noticed Dean. He was taller than most people, had short brown hair, broad shoulders making him look intimidating in the old brown leather jacket he wore, he appeared to have at least three layers of clothing, despite the warm California day. She had been avoiding his eyes, but when she looked at his deep green eyes hiding behind his arched brows, a glare bore into her. She froze, her body unable to break his hold, and then she felt it.

A white-hot pain in the middle of her forehead, it spread throughout her head. She was unable to stay standing, her legs began to shake and soon she slumped to her knees; she could hear someone screaming, only when her throat began to burn did she realize it was her. She closed her eyes trying to keep the light from coming in. Jaime didn't know how to keep from succumbing to the vision, she felt the darkness slowly creeping in, unable to keep the pain down she let herself fall.

She was in an abandoned town, there were two people running behind her calling a name. There was too much going on, her mind was whirling; one of the people behind her grabbed her, shielding her from any dangers; he let his large hands overtook her dainty shoulders. "Jaime I need you to think, you're no good to Sammy dead." The voice belonged to none other than Dean Winchester, he had a desperate look in his eyes yet his face showed no signs of distress. She nodded, her mind in overdrive. Dean gave her one last look, and let go of her shoulders. The other person with them stayed quiet, Dean led the way, Jaime in between the two as they ran toward the city center. "SAM!" Dean and the other man yelled. She turned to look at him, he was an older gentleman, he wore an old hunting vest over a long sleeved shirt -an image of a deer on the front-, his head was covered by a plain trucker's hat. When he noticed Jaime staring he gave her a sympathetic look. They continued to search, yelling for Sam; until Dean suddenly started to run forward. She didn't know what to do so she stood there as the two men ran forward, she felt every emotion swirling through her, causing her powers to run rampant, the ground around her pitching, her eyes filling with tears, ears ringing, she had her fists clenched so tight she was surely drawing blood. None of that mattered. Sam was kneeling in Dean's arms his eyes rolled back and Jaime could see the life leave him. The other man was off chasing something and when he came back Dean yelled "SAM!" one last time. Everything around her was floating and swirling, the rocks and gravel were whizzing past her, but as soon as her knees hit the ground it all stopped, her body ice cold, there was nothing left of her.

Jaime woke up in the back of a car, she kept her eyes closed not sure where she was yet. Her head was killing her, her throat was dry and she was having a hard time breathing. She couldn't remember the last time a vision hit her that hard, yet again she'd been keeping them back for almost three years. She tried to remember what she'd seen, but it was no use, the more she tried, the harder her head pounded. Jaime opened her eyes and groaned; putting a hand to her forehead, there was a bump on it. "Hey, you okay?" Sam whispered, running his fingertips over her forehead. She focused her eyes on him, a gentle expression on his face. "What happened? Why did you black out like that? Just lay still, we're almost there." he leaned forward and tapped Dean on the shoulder, "Take the next left." She furrowed her brows at him, he smiled, and said "I'm taking you home." Dean cleared his throat, "Right, we're taking you home." Sam said, "Dean, it's the one with the green door." Jaime's confused expression didn't leave her face. "Yes," he chuckled not even looking down at her, as Dean parked the car. He cut the engine and got out. "I remember where you live. I remember all of it now, your house, Stanford, all the road trips and late night study sessions, everything... including you saying goodbye." Sam's face hardened, his eyes dark and foreboding.

"Sam, you have to understand-" She began, her voice rough from screaming, he took his hand off her, lifting her up into a sitting position and gently pushing her toward the door. Dean held it open and helped her out, leading her towards the house. They made it about 6 steps before Jaime's blinding headache came back, the vision slammed into her. She could hear herself screaming again, same as the last time. Someone lifted her up, hugging her to a strong chest, the world was starting to come in and out of focus. The darkness pressed in on her, until nothing.

Jaime had no control over her body. She felt herself swing at Sam, he went flying into a wood fence and landed on the ground hard, breaking the fence with his back. She walked toward him just now noticing that she was in camouflage and had grown an extra foot. Lifting her leg and kicking through the rest of the fence, standing over Sam. He kicked her in the stomach, she doubled over for a second then felt another kick. He got to his feet and her fist connected with his shoulder, she could feel the bones cracking under her knuckles, hear the pop of his joints coming apart. They continued to fight until Sam knocked her unconscious. She came to and got to her feet, a blinding rage filling her as she heard him yell for someone. Out of instinct she dove for the knife he had dropped. She was on her feet and rushing to him. The knife in her hands plunged into his spin, she pulled it out and turned running away from the now wavering Sam.

"What the hell man?" Dean says he's pacing in the living room. Sam was leaning over Jaime, blood dripping out of her nose. "How do you explain this, is it some freaky psychic thing?"

"I don't know." Sam gently wiped the blood from under her nose. "I've never seen anything like this. She's usually got such great control over the visions, you can't tell when she's having them." Sam finally looked up to see that Dean was watching him. "What?" Sam looked away, a deep frown etched on his young face.

"You're in love with her." Dean said, "So, how are you going to take care of her? What are you going to do if 'Yellow Eyes' finds her?" He asked, looking at her then back to Sam. "I don't think you're ready for this."

"Don't you dare say that, not you. Aft-" Sam started.

"Sammy?" Jaime said, slowly sitting up holding her head. "Go." She put her hands on Sam's chest, weakly shoving him. "You guys need to leave, now. Something's coming." She looked at him with large eyes. "I'm sorry; I don't want to do this again." She closed her eyes concentrating on Dean's mind. "Goodbye." She whispered, knowing full well that her Sammy would be gone from her again. Then she turned and looked straight into Sam's eyes. She concentrated on his mind, on the memories he had. Her heart broke to see what happened to Jess, Lori, Sara, and Madison; and seeing how much pain and anguish he'd been through. It broke her heart to take away his one shot at happiness. Jaime had to stay out of his life for good, or she would kill him.