It's Not Alright

Jaime was lying next to Sam on the bed a thin sheet covering both of them, he was staring at the ceiling a far off look on his face. She trailed her hand from his chest to his cheek. "What is it?" She asked, forcing him to face her. His eyes were a different shade of green, a light brown with a hint of red. She could get lost in their deep colors if she wasn't careful. "Where do you go?" She tapped his forehead, causing him to chuckle. His dimples flashed making Her smile even wider. She loved his dimples especially when she was their cause.

"You used to say that to me all the time. I just," He sighed, collapsing in on himself; his smile fading. ''I don't want to wake up and realize this isn't real. I don't think I could take losing anymore people." He said, his eyes going back to the ceiling. In that moment he looked out of place, his body too large, too strong, too beaten; he was too broken for any 23 year old. "I don't know if I could go on with out you here." His eyes hardened darkening to an almost black shade. He finally looked at her, "I never realized just how much I missed you until I saw you in that cafe a month ago." she got goosebumps; whether it be from his words or his gentle fingers trailing down her back. "I went crazy when you were taken, Dean must have reassured me at least three times a day. I'm so glad we found you" He looked back up at the white ceiling, his expression guarded. "If I lost you..." He broke off, closing his eyes. He was too young; she knew life was hard on some people, hell her life hadn't been a cake walk; but he seemed to be more damaged than her.

They lay together in silence again, thinking over what their lives had become. ''Sam, I wish I could make this alright. I'm so sorry." Jaime said finally finding the words, wrapping her hand around his torso. "I... Honestly the last thing I remember is turning 18 and moving back to California. I remember pulling the plug on Mi- my uncle." tears fell from her eyes, the pain and heartbreak of losing Mick too fresh for her to speak about him; Sam however looked at her with understanding and love. "You said we were a couple, I keep trying to remember anything I can about that time in my life. I wish I knew what happened, I want to understand how I could feel so safe and yet so reckless with you; how I can blindly trust you. I don't know anything about you, but somehow I'm completely in love with you." She wiped the tears from her eyes, looking away from his concerned face, "I want to be that girl you remember, I want to go back in time and make this better, I want to shield you from all this crap happening to you, and keep you away from the world." He pressed her closer to him, "You're too young." she said looking up into those impossible, ever changing, deep hazel eyes. "I have an idea, you said we have a history. Tell me about it, tell me how we met, fell in love, fought, made up, tell me everything." She told him sitting up, pulling the sheet around herself. Her sense of distress quickly evaporating when he ran a hand through her hair pushing it behind her shoulder, then running his hand down her arm. "But first I think we need a shower." She said, giving him a wink and a cheeky grin. She slowly got up, not bothering to cover herself as she walked to the small bathroom; she could feel Sam's eyes glued to her. He only took a second before joining her.

After the shower, Sam got dressed. Jaime pulled on her filthy jeans, and bra. sat down at the table watching Sam as he pulled first aid supplies from his pack. ''Come on." He motioned for her to stand in front of him so he could patch her up. He knelt so they were close to the same level. He was still taller than her. She was completely still, quietly mesmerized by his skilled hands as they tugged and pulled the bandages never once hurting her. Once he was finished he put the supplies away in his pack and grabbed her a flannel shirt. She pulled it on and sat at the table, staring at him as he paced the room. He looked at her a few times but she sat patiently letting him get his thoughts sorted. Finally Sam stopped in front of her, rubbing his face and diving into his story. He started with his family, telling her what they did for a living, told her about running to Stanford, Dean coming to get him, and told her about Jessica. He could see that she blamed herself for Jess' death, but couldn't think how to tell her it wasn't her fault. She gave him a shocked look when he told her about the yellow eyed demon and his powers, telling her about the other people he'd met and what they could do. He ended with finding her in the cafe, then searching for her after the demons got her.

Jaime let his words wash over her, never interrupting him. She hadn't told anyone about her powers, it surprised her she would trust Sam with something that important to her. What scared her was that he had the same abilities, that they could be drawn to each other because of a demon who wanted to destroy the world. She was lost in thought, processing every word. She was completely still, the only sign of life was her breathing.

A knock on the door caused Jaime to jump, her eyes widening; fear shining through. "Sam." She whispered, focused on the door, her mind was on overdrive. She'd been in a situation like this before.

"It's okay; it's probably just my brother." Sam tried to smile at her, but his lips were tight, his eyes concentrating on the door. "Stay behind me. Whatever happens, stay behind me, and don't make a sound." He waited for her to nod, then opened the door, Jaime didn't see his gun until he put it away, hiding it in the waistband of his jeans, she'd never imagined him owning a gun even after what he just confessed. "Dean, what took you so long? I called you like three hours ago."

"Yeah well, I wanted you guys to have time to talk things out." Dean took a step into the room. At first Jaime couldn't tell how they were related, Dean was about 6 feet tall, where Sam was about 6 ft 5 in, Dean had short brown hair, where Sam's was shaggy and hung around his ears. Dean had a boyish quality, with out looking younger. They were both handsome. It wasn't until you looked at their eyes did you think the two were related. Sam and Dean had the same eye shape, the coloring of their eyes was different, but the shade of green was the same. Jaime watched from behind Sam, hiding her 5'2" frame. She peeked out from behind Sam's arm, shaking where she stood. "I'm not gonna hurt you sister." He said noticing her. "So you wanna tell us what you told there demons, or do we-"

"Dean." Sam said, turning around to look at Jaime, he delicately placed his hands on either shoulder and moved her back to the table, making her sit down. He looked back at Dean, "Jaime, what my brother is trying to say-" He started.

"I don't know." This time Jaime cut Sam off. ''What do you guys mean by my psychic abilities, like a spoon bender? That's not real. Why are demons after me? I don't understand how that makes sense. Angels I get, but demons are a different story." She stood up and began to pace, allowing her accent to thicken, so the men couldn't understand her, sure she trusted Sam but she didn't know how much. ''This is a dream, yeah I just got plastered again and now I'm dreaming." she ran a hand through her long hair, it was still wet and stuck to her fingers as she combed it. "No ones that good at sex." she mumbled still trying to wrap her head around what Sam told her. " How do you know about Mick?" Sam gave her a questioning look. "Earlier I mentioned my uncle, you seemed to know who he was, even gave me an understanding look." She was hyperventilating and knew if she didn't stop soon she'd pass out. "Why would I tell you about Mick, that just happened." Tears started falling from her eyes, her breathing coming out more sporadically, as she began sobbing. She felt herself wobbling and black spots crowded her vision. ''Sam." Jaime said before falling over.