They both came and sat opposite me on the other bed. Sam spoke.
"Look Jenny, I know this must be really frightening and disorientating for you, and I'm really sorry about that. But if we let you walk out that door right now, we won't be able to protect you properly"
Sam was virtually begging me to understand, but how could I? As long as he and Dean were talking about evil, paranormal creatures, there was just no way I could believe them, however sincere they sounded. It was such a shame, they really seemed like decent guys, but they were completely delusional!
Dean broke into my little reverie.
"Jenny can't you remember anything from the hotel room? Didn't you see anything or anyone?"
"Oh, my memory is back! I was in my room, hanging some things in the closet, and everything went black. When I woke up I was here. See? No monsters, just you guys."
"So that's a bust! How are we gonna track this thing down when we have no clue what it is?"
So, they were back to the insanity! Meanwhile how on earth was I going to get out of this mess? Scanning the room properly for the first time I noticed there was a phone socket on the wall next to the nightstand, but no phone. They must have unplugged it. Seems they'd thought of everything. It was heading towards evening so no hope of a maid showing up til the morning either.
'Aarrggh.'
I looked toward the sound and it was Sam. He had collapsed off the chair and was curled up on the floor holding his head, eyes scrunched closed. Dean knelt on the floor next to him; hand at Sam's back, saying nothing. Clearly this wasn't anything new. He seemed to be just waiting things out.
"What's wrong with him?"
Dean didn't answer and after a minute or so he helped Sam to sit back up on the chair and then went to get a glass of water and was back at Sam's side, hovering protectively. Sam's hands shook as he drank and I noticed he was sweating and very pale.
"You alright Sam?"
"Yeah."
"What did you see?"
Sam glanced over at me and some unspoken message passed between them, because the next thing I knew, Dean was helping a pretty wobbly looking Sam to get up and they went outside. I could only hear vague murmuring through the closed door. When they came back in they both looked agitated and if I'd thought they were insane before, now they were surpassing themselves! They got bags of salt and started pouring it all along the base of the door and at the windows on either side. They even poured salt along the bottom of the tiny window in the bathroom! See! I knew they were nuts!
"What're you doing?"
"Salting the doors and windows."
"Yeah, I can see that, but why? The maid'll be mad at you."
"Least of our worries." Sam muttered. He had resumed his place at the table and was again poring over his laptop screen.
Dean came over and sat opposite me. I was past the whole flinching thing since the bathroom episode.
"Jenny."
"Yes."
"I'm going to explain one more time. There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me, but please just hear me out, okay?"
"Um, okay." Hear we go again!
He started to talk and I made a real effort to listen this time. It was a fantastic story, that's for sure. And the way he sounded so earnest made it really almost believable! Anyway it boiled down to the fact that these guys believed in all sorts of otherworldly creatures and ghosts and stuff like that. And Sam has these visions and they go around hunting things and saving people! I know! Insane - right? If it wasn't for the fact that they were holding me here against my will, I might actually be laughing!
"But, why would anyone, er, anything be after me though?"
"We haven't worked that out yet, but we will. We have to find out what it wants and how it knows where you are."
"What do you mean 'how it knows where I am'? How do you know it knows where I am?"
Sam turned around then, throwing a furious look at his brother.
"Way to go Dean!"
"Sorry, it just slipped out."
"What are you talking about?" I think their paranoia was rubbing off on me. I was starting to feel a bit scared of this non-existent thing.
Sam came over and sat next to Dean.
"Look, I have these visions. I had one the day before yesterday and saw you passed out in your hotel room – that's how we knew where to find you. And I saw you again just now."
"Well just supposing I believed any of this, what did you see just now?"
The pair of them did that thing again, where they said nothing but had an entire conversation with their eyes. It was pretty frustrating.
"Come on guys. Say something!"
"Jenny, it doesn't matter what I saw – it isn't gonna happen."
I guess that was meant to be reassuring, but you know – it really wasn't.
"Can I at least call my parents? I won't tell them where I am."
"Do you even know where you are?" Dean asked.
"Well no." And as the reality of my situation – held in a room, God knows where, by two delusional strangers – came crashing back in on me, the tears started falling again.
"Jesus this sucks!" Dean was pacing up and down and doing that fist-clenching thing again and there was a vein standing out on his forehead that looked about ready to pop.
"Dude! Come on!! You're not helping here!"
"Sam, we're the good guys! So why do I feel like some freakin criminal?"
Wow! That guy could frown! His forehead was seriously knitted together and he looked like he really just wanted to hit something! He'd been gently cleaning vomit from my hair a few hours ago. Now, Sam shoved him, pretty roughly, to the far wall.
"What the hell?"
"Dean, she is freaked out! Just stop! Please!"
"She thinks we're gonna kill her or God know's what! We don't even get paid for this shit."
"And since when did that ever bother you?"
I could see Dean swallow and visibly relax his shoulders and then he looked at me from across the room. I'm not sure what he saw, but he sagged and Sam let him go. And crap! He came towards me!
"I'm sorry if I scared you, but…"
"Dean!"
"It's alright!!"
Sam came and sat next to him as he continued.
"You've heard of people who are psychic?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well Sam is …. like that."
Oh god, could this get any weirder?
"I guess you won't be letting me phone home then?"
"Jesus ch…"
"Dean!"
"Look Jenny, we can't let you do that. The call would be traced and the police would come."
"Yeah, okay I get it."
I curled up into a ball then and sobbed in terror because I really did get it. They weren't ever going to let me go.
"Please don't kill me!"
I screamed for about a couple of seconds. Then a hand was clamped over my mouth.
This is it. My family will never see me again. And they'll never know what happened. I'll just be … missing.
The hand stayed clamped over my mouth as I shook and sobbed. But nothing else. An arm was holding me, quite gently, but most importantly I wasn't being killed. I knew I was losing my mind when I started feeling amused that Sam's hand was getting covered in tears and snot.
"Jenny, I'm gonna take my hand away. Please don't scream okay?"
I did my best to nod and he took his hand away – I nearly laughed when I saw the mess. He didn't make a big deal about it though, just handed me the box of Kleenex after taking a couple of tissues for himself.
"I'm not here. This is just a nightmare, right?"
And I was about to slump against the pillows when Sam lunged towards me. I kinda shrieked. I had never known myself to make so many strange noises before, but then again I'd never been in a situation like this before either.
He grabbed at my throat and pulled out my pendant.
"Jenny, where did you get this?"
"What? M… my sister gave it to me."
"When? Why?"
"I, er, my birthday. She gave it to me for my birthday! Why? What?"
He pulled at it then and man did that burn the back of my neck! He had it in his hand and was staring at it. I was just rubbing my neck.
"Oh God! I'm sorry Jenny!" But he was so engrossed in my stupid pendant; he didn't wait for me to respond.
"Dean – look at this!"
They went and huddled in the corner then, but of course, I could hear them.
"Can you believe this?"
"Aw, crap! This so can't be good."
