It Goes Like This

Jaime was lying on a feather soft mattress fully clothed, the room was empty; except for the bed. It was completely white, there was a bright light shining from everywhere. She'd seen this place before, she couldn't place where. The memory seemed to tickle her mind. Her eyes grew wide, "SAM AND DEAN!" She yelled, "I never finished wiping their memories. Shit, I hope I didn't screw them up too bad." She closed her eyes trying to concentrate and felt the air stir around her, suddenly there was a man standing at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a black suit under a light brown trench coat. His blue tie was undone a little, and flipped backwards, the top button on his white shirt was open; it would have been comical if she had any clue what was going on. Jaime quickly sat up, causing her head to spin. She fell back against the wall; too dizzy to get up, or even to think straight. The man was staring at her, a curious expression painted on his face. "What…? Where am I?" She asked, not afraid of the small man standing in front of her. "How did I get here?"

"I am Cast-" he began. His voice was a bit raspy, and deep. It was so familiar to Jaime; one she'd heard many times.

"I know you. I've seen you in my visions. You're the angel, D-Dean's angel." she said, looking at him. His dark black hair was messy, as if he'd constantly run his fingers through it, he had circles under his eyes, that were turning into bruises, his mouth seemed to be turned down naturally. "What are you here for? Why am I here?" She said, slowly straightening up, holding her head in one hand.

"You're needed. We need to know what you've seen." He said, taking a step towards Jaime. "Can you tell-"

Jaime shook her head. "No, it doesn't work like that, but I can show you." She pulled her legs up to her chest and motioned for Castiel to sit with her. "This might hurt, the last time I did it the person I showed was unconscious for three days." Jaime looked at him, the memory darkening her face.

"I am not a person but an angel of the lord, I'll be fine." He said, Jaime shrugged, putting her hand on his forehead. She didn't know what to expect from an angel, but his skin was warm, a little rough, he'd grown a bit of stubble. "We need to know about the Winchesters." She began pushing her memories at him, only giving him a few things.

She sifted through his mind attempting to pull information from his mind. There was a great deal about humans and a mission; he was made to watch over and protect humans. That mission seemed to change and become about the brothers. As she started to push further into his mind, she found a harsh wall. There was nothing else to see, she fed him the vision she had today. Looking for a weakness in the wall. It seemed to take her a few seconds, but she found it. Diving into the angels mind, there was quite a bit about a war, Sam and Dean's names were plastered all over, the war was brought on by them, although he wasn't sure how. Then she saw it, Sam and Dean leveling the earth. The world not coming back, She could feel the pain, death, and misery. She wasn't sure how this angel could look at them-the people of earth. She felt so betrayed, angels were supposed to look after the earth, not help destroy it.

Jaime fell back on the bed, her head pounding harder. Castiel reached his hand out, his index and middle finger gently touched her forehead, she felt the headache start to recede and breathed a sigh of relief. "Dean and Sam have been looking for you, I shall send you back. Have no fear, I can take away the memories of this place." Jaime began to protest, but his fingers were still touching her head, she began to panic as memories were taken. She blacked out thinking about Sam and telling him about the part the men would play in the war.

When she came to she was back in her house, lying on her stomach in the living room, fully clothed. She didn't think anything of it, since she'd been there a few times in the last few months. That is until she rolled onto her back, someone's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm mass. Her cheek was pressed against a strong chest, a large calloused hand began to play with her hair, her body seemed to shake along with his quiet chuckle. Jaime opened her eyes, her head was tucked into the crook of someone's neck, she was sitting in his lap, his arms caging her in but also making her feel safe. She tried to move to look up at the man, but her body protested, every nerve seemed to catch fire. Jaime let out a whimper and felt the arms around her tighten. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her pain in, she felt the room start to shake, and heard a few light bulbs start to pop.

"Dammit!" A deep voice yell, she still had her eyes closed but could hear him brushing glass off himself. The man she was sitting on laughed, "Shut up Sam." the deep voice said, clearly this had happened a few times. Jaime finally got herself under control, raining her powers in enough to take a shuddering breath.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, his voice rumbled through his chest and Jaime could feel his heart speed up under her shoulder. "Dean I think she's waking up!" Sam's excited tone made Jaime open her eyes. The pain in her body made it impossible for her to move.

"It's me Jaime, Sammy." He said with sad look on his face. She furrowed her brows. "Sam Winchester."

"Who?" She asked, her voice coming out raspy and harsh; the pain in her body subsiding to a dull ache. She was so confused. She couldn't remember anyone with that name. Her headache was making it hard from her to think; she wanted to be left alone.

"Jaime, I know you're scared but trust me, I know you. We've known each other for a while, I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Me and my brother Dean have been looking for you for a few days now." She moved out of his arms to sit on the floor next to him, putting her head in her hands, "You were laying on a park bench in the middle of town muttering about someone named Cas." He said, speaking softly as if he could feel the pain in her head. He gently touched her wrist and Jaime instantly relaxed, feeling comforted by just a touch. "Why don't you get some shut eye. I'll keep you safe." His hazel eyes seemed to soften, she nodded her head and laid back down.