After the last hunt we all agreed that we would all stick together from now on. No more hunting on our own. So when I told the boys that I found a case they were ready.
So apparently this family had a baby sister and she died mysteriously while the parents were away. As of right now we, me, Sam, and Dean, are in our FBI uniforms standing in the morgue holding up our badges
"Agents Page, Plant, and Baker FBI." Dean informs the doctor.
"Gentlemen. What brings you by?" The doctor responds nicely.
"We need to see Amber Freer's body." I stated.
"Really? What for?" The doctor, who's name I still don't know, asks.
"The police report said something clawed through her skull?" Dean replies to the doctor.
"You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?" He questioned us. I turn my head to look at the smarter twin, hoping he would have an answer.
"W-we had, uh, server issues." Sam says, was that really his best lie?
The doctor walks away. Dean, Sam, and I follow. The doctor opens one of the freezers and pulls out the slab with Amber's body. He tosses back the sheet from her head.
"When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something." The doctor explains to us.
"Or something." Dean says more to himself.
"But we were wrong." The doctor adds.
"You always are." I said under my breath. The doctor picks up a plastic bag from the slab and shows it to us.
"Is that a—" Sam starts but doesn't finish.
"It's a press-on nail. We found it in her temporal lobe." The Doctor informs us.
"Is that even possible?" Sam asked the doctor.
"So she killed her self?" I ask in a whisper to Dean.
"Wait, are you—you saying that she did this to herself?" Dean asks, voicing my question out loud.
"Uh-huh. She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure—it's possible." I can't even imagine being able to do that.
"How?" I ask the simple question, that I know Dean is dying to know.
"Pick your acronym—OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy." Sam pulls back the sheet a little further. Amber's right hand has four press-on nails still attached; the middle finger has nothing. "My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case, but..."
"Phantom itch?" Sam questioned.
"Yup." The doctor covers Amber's head and slides the slab back into the freezer, closing the door. "All it takes is someone talking about an itch—or thinking about one, even—and suddenly you can't stop scratching."
"Thanks, doc." I tell him.
Sam scratches under his collar and Dean scratches his ear. I just roll my eyes and walk out of the room with them following behind me.
After we left we went to Jimmy's house, the person that died babysat there.
Sam is sitting in the armchair in Jimmy's family's living room, holding a notebook and pen, and Jimmy's father and Francine are sitting on the sofa. Dean is wandering around behind them, as I do the same.
"Okay. Okay, now, some of these questions might seem a bit odd, but please just bear with me." Sam starts off. "Have you noticed any cold spots in the house?"
"Uh...no." Jimmy's father answered a little unsure.
"Okay, uh, what about strange smells?" I add in from behind them. They turn to look at me as Dean leaves. Jimmy's father looks at me as if I had grown a second head.
After a few minutes we leave and are back to square one. We have no leads, maybe this isn't even our type of thing. All three of us exit the house and as we leave Dean holds up a packet of itching powder.
"Kid said he put this on the babysitter's hairbrush." Dean explains to us. I look at him questionably, wanting to know why this was important. I mean I know she clawed at her skull but that itching powder doesn't work.
"Dean, there's no way—" Sam started then paused for a second, "—itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out. It's just ground-up maple seeds."
"If you have any other theories, I'm open to 'em." Dean replied back and I shrug.
"He's got a point." I say looking up at Sam, "This is the best lead we have so far." After I said that Sam's phone starts ringing and he pulls it out and answers it while Dean opens the door to the impala. I get in the backseat leaving the passenger seat for Sam like always.
"Yeah? ...Yeah, we'll be right there." I can hear Sam answer from outside the car.
Sam goes around behind the car, and Dean gets in the car and closes the door. Sam then tells us that we need to go back the hospital.
When we arrive at the hospital we see the doctor watching a nurse zip up a body bag and another nurse roll it out of the room.
"What happened?" Sam asked the question that I was going to ask but he beat me to it.
"Guy got electrocuted." The doctor explained to us. We all give him a strange look.
"Any idea how?" I asked.
"Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far, we haven't found anything."
"Witnesses?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, guy in there—Mr. Stanley." The doctor answers, pointing us in the direction. Stanley is an old man sitting in a chair in the room, looking out the window. "He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile."
"Thanks." I say, adding a smile.
We enter the room and the doctor leaves. "Um, Mr. Stanley?" Sam asked the man.
"It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work." Stanley tried to explain himself to us.
"What would work?" Dean questioned eating to know what was going on in this town.
Stanley looks at Dean, "All I did was shake his hand." He holds out his hand: he's holding a joy buzzer. Me, Sam, and Dean look at it and each other.
We say our goodbyes to Stanley after a little while and head to the motel. Dean puts on a pair of goggles and a pair of gloves. He adjusts the goggles and picks up the joy buzzer. He looks at the joy buzzer for a moment, then turns to us.
"You ready?" Dean asked me and Sam.
"Hit it, Mr. Wizard." Sam responded.
"I doubt it works. Wanna bet, Dean?" I ask him and he nods. "Okay if it works then you owe me ten dollars and if it doesn't then I owe you ten dollars, sound fair?"
Dean thinks about it for a moment and nods his head, and I can see Sam beside me smile at me knowing what I did. I'm not stupid I know this is going to work.
Sam and I hold another pair of goggles to our is a large uncooked ham in two stacked aluminum-foil pans sitting on the table in front of Dean. Dean holds the joy buzzer over the ham, hesitates, and presses it to the ham. Electricity crackles. Steam rises from the ham as it changes color. When the ham is blackened, Dean removes the joy buzzer. The ham sizzles. Sam lowers the goggles and gawks, as I smile knowing I just earned ten dollars. Dean flips up the dark-plastic visor on the goggles.
"That'll do, pig." Dean says the to the ham he just cooked with a kids toy:
"What the hell?" Sam asks in disbelief.
Dean takes off the goggles, still staring at the now-cooked ham. I look up at him and hold out my hand. "Pay up mister. You lost the bet."
"No you said you would pay me if it worked." Dean argues with me. I shake my head.
"I actually said you pay me if it worked and I'll pay you if it didn't, you should start listening more." I tell him with a smile on my face. Reluctantly dean digs out a ten dollar bill from his pocket and hands it to me while mumbling something about women.
"That crap isn't supposed to work." Sam says bringing us back to what we really were suppose to be working on.
"This thing doesn't even have batteries." Dean has taken off one glove and now removes the other.
"So...so, what? Are—are we looking at cursed objects?" I ask, knowing that none of them would know the answer.
"Sounds good." Dean pulls out a knife, flips it open, and cuts a piece off the ham, "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town." Dean eats the piece of ham, "Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?"
"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store." Sam answers right away.
Dean cuts off another piece of ham, "Hmm." Dean holds up the piece of ham. Sam shakes his head, but I grab it while Dean cuts off another piece for him and he eats the ham.
After we drag Dean away from the Ham we head to the conjurarium, which is the name of the local magic store.
We open the door and the bell chimes as we walk in. Someone laughs and the door chimes again, we ignore it and walk around the store.
"Sam! Olivia!" I heard dean yell from across the store.
Dean picks up a whoopee cushion and holds it up, grinning. Sam sighs and shakes his head, as I roll my eyes, turning away. Dean brings the whoopee cushion up to the checkout counter, which has a display of rubber chickens next to it. The owner comes out of the back room.
"Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery." He greets us.
Sam comes up to the counter, with me following behind. "You the owner?"
"Yep."
"You sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" I ask.
"Yeah, a grand total of one of each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you boys here to buy something or what?"
Dean pulls some cash out of his wallet, holds up the whoopee cushion, and hands the owner the cash.
"So, you get many customers?" Sam asks wanting to know where to look next.
"Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just—"
"Angry?" Dean finishes for the owner. The owner pauses, then nods.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing."
"Which is why you hate them." I chime in.
"I suppose."
"You wish there was something you could do about it." Dean states.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"So you're taking revenge."
Dean pulls a rubber chicken off the display and slaps it down on the counter.
"With this." Dean holds up the joy buzzer and presses it to the rubber chicken. Electricity crackles. The owner yelps and leaps back.
"Oh! No!" I have that feeling that the owner is not the one killing people.
The rubber chicken melts. The owner stares, making inarticulate noises. We watch the him.
"Yeah, something tells me this guy is not a powerful witch." Sam tells us, and I nod in agreement.
"Sorry. Sorry." Dean says before we leave.
We heard back to the hotel to sleep. There are only two beds so I let Sam and Dean take the beds while grab a blanket and sleep in the floor. Neither one of the object since we are all tired.
The next morning Sam got a call telling us to go to the hospital because there was another incident last night. So we quickly get dressed and get in the impala.
Once we arrive at the hospital we get out and one of the nurses points us in the direction to go once we show him our FBI badges. A man is lying in one of the hospital beds when we get to the room, and a nurse offers him a glass with a straw, he waves it away. Sam is in the room with a notebook and pen, as I ask questions, then we leave. Dean is in the corridor, talking to another nurse.
The nurse smiles at Dean and leaves. Sam clears his throat, Dean turns to him, clapping once.
"What's up with Toothless? Cavity creeps get ahold of him?" Dean asks us.
"Yeah. Close. He wrote up a description." I inform Dean. Sam reads from his notebook.
"Five foot ten, three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy."
"So he's obviously whacked out on painkillers."
"Maybe. Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm." I tell him.
"Come on. Tooth fairy?" Dean asks not wanting to believe it.
"And it left thirty-two quarters underneath his pillow. One for each tooth." Sam finishes.
Dean nods, "Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some. There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers—say they got it from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Another guy...his face...froze that way."
"What way?" Me and Sam ask:
Dean looks in all directions, then pulls out the sides of his mouth and crosses his eyes. He holds it for a moment and lets go. "He, uh, held it too long, and it—it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon."
"So, I mean, if you add all that up..." Sam starts. He hesitates, and Dean and I raise our eyebrows. "I got nothing." He finishes.
Sam starts down the hallway past us, we turn around to walk alongside him.
"I thought sea-monkeys were real." Dean says.
"They are. They're brine shrimp." Sam tells Dean.
"No, no, no, I mean like in the ads. You know, like the sea-monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea-monkey husband, and the sea-monkey kids play with the dog in a sea-monkey castle—real. I mean, I was six, but I believed it." Dean informs us.
"Okay." I say not understanding where Dean is going with this.
"Point is..." Dean stops, we stop and turn to look at him.
"Maybe that's the connection. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you—they're all lies that kids believe." Dean says, and I nod in agreement.
"That would explain it." I say.
"And now they're coming true. Okay, so whatever's doing this is—is reshaping reality. It has the powers of a god. Or—" Sam rolls his eyes, "—of a trickster."
I always liked the trickster, I thought he had some good tricks. Even with Mystery Spot and everything, I got to say he has style.
"Yeah, with the sense of humor of a nine-year-old." Dean says.
"Or you." I tell him and then continue walking, with my brothers following behind me.
We are back in the motel and Dean is sitting at the table and takes bite from a sandwich. The remnants of the cooked ham sit on the table. I, myself, made me a sandwich too considering I haven't eaten today. The door opens and Sam comes in, holding a map. We look up at him.
"Guys, seriously—still with the ham?" Was the first thing that left Sam's mouth.
"We don't have a fridge." Dean talks through the mouthful.
Sam closes the door and puts the map down in front of us. "Well, I found something."
Dean stands up for a better view, with me doing the same. Sam points to a red X on the map for every incident.
"Um, tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer—all located within a two-mile radius." Sam explains his theory. Sam indicates the area containing all the red X's.
"So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality." Dean sums it up.
"Looks like."
"And what's the A-bomb at its center?" I ask.
"Four acres of farmland...and a house." Sam answers.
"Our motel isn't in that circle, by any chance?" Dean asks and I look up at him questionably.
"Yeah. Why?"
Dean hesitates, then holds up his right hand: the palm is covered in hair. Sam and I look away, closing our eyes.
"Ugh, dude—" Sam sighs, "That's not what I think it is, is it?"
"I got bored. That nurse was hot." Dean tells us then grins.
"Men." I mumble so softly that they don't hear.
"You know you can go blind from that, too." Sam tells Dean.
"Give me five minutes. We'll go check out that house." Dean walks around Sam and I while I take a set knowing it's going to be a little bit.
"Hey, do not use my razor!" Sam yelled after Dean and I smiled knowing that he would. I turn my head back to look at him and he is smirking.
Dean parks the impala, and we all get out at the farmhouse. We, of course, are wearing our suits as we cross the street and approach the house. Dean checks Ruby's knife, which is tucked into his belt.
Sam bends down to pick the lock. "Guys you know we could just ring the doorbell." I say in a whisper. They don't have time to respond as the door opens and a boy is there.
"Can I help you?" The boy asks.
"Hi. Uh, what's your name?" Sam asks the boy.
"Who wants to know?"
We glance at each other. "The, uh..." Dean clears his throat and pulls out his badge, showing it to the boy while me and Sam goes for our badges. "FBI."
Sam and I hold up our badges, while the boys takes Dean's. "Let me see that."
He examines Dean's badge and hands it back. We puts ours away. "So, what, you guys don't knock?"
"I tried to tell them. They don't listen." I tell the kid.
"Are your parents home?" Asks Dean.
"They work."
"Well, you mind if we ask you a few questions, maybe take a look around the house?" I ask him.
"I don't know."
"Come on. You can trust us. We're the authorities." Dean says and I mentally roll my eyes.
Dena holds up his badge again, the boy seem to be unimpressed. He glances between the three of us. We all try to smile reassuringly.
The boy ponders it for a minute before opening the door up further and letting us in. He leads us into the kitchen where a pot of soup is boiling on the stove. The boy walks up to is and turns the burner off.
"What's that?" Sam ask as I take a look around the kitchen, trying to be to obvious.
"It's called soup." I hear the boy say from behind me as I stare a picture, assuming the kid drew, hanging on the fridge.
I can hear them continue their conversation but I tune it out and notice Dean looking at the artwork as well.
"Right. No, I, I know. Um..." I hear Sam say as I tune back into the world. I turn around to face them and Sam holds out his hand. "I'm Robert, by the way."
The boy shakes Sam's hand. "Jesse." He says.
"Jesse, nice to meet you."
"I'm Octavia." I say with a smile.
"Did you draw this?" Dean asks stilling looking at the artwork. Jesse nods.
"It's the tooth fairy." He responds.
"That's what you think the tooth fairy looks like, huh?" Dean asks.
"Yeah. My dad told me about him."
Dean glances at us. "Huh." I give him a look that said don't you dare tell him the the tooth fairy isn't real.
"What, didn't your dad tell you about the tooth fairy?" Jesse asks us.
"My dad?" Dean chuckles, "My dad told me different stories."
"Well, the tooth fairy isn't a story."
"What do you know about itching powder, Jesse?" I ask the kid.
"That stuff will make you scratch your brains out." What is this kid? Is he some sort of witch and he doesn't know it.
"Pop Rocks and Coke?" Dean adds.
"You mix them, and you'll end up in the hospital. Everyone knows that."
Dean pulls the joy buzzer out of his pocket and holds it up.
"You shouldn't have that." Jesse said sounding a bit scared.
"Why not?" I ask wanting to know for sure that he is the one causing everything.
"It can electrocute you." He explains to me.
"Actually, it can't. It's just a wind-up toy. It's totally harmless. Doesn't even have batteries." Dean tells the kid.
"So it can't shock you?" Jesse asks with confusion in his voice.
"Nope. Not at all. I swear."
"Oh. Okay." He sounded a bit disappointed.
"I mean, all it does is just shake in your hand. It's kind of lame. See?" Dean continues.
Dean presses the joy buzzer to Sam's chest, and I suck in a breath fearing for my twin's life. It buzzes, and Sam stiffens up and turns to Dean, looking murderous. I breath out a sigh of relief as he didn't get fried.
"What did you say your name was, again?" Dean asks ignoring the looks Sam and I are giving him.
We exit Jesse's house and the first thing Sam says is "Dude, what the hell?" While glaring at Dean.
"I had a hunch. I went with it." Dean clarified and I stared at him. What if he was wrong?
"You risked my ass on a hunch?" Sam asks getting agitated.
"You're fine."
"Besides, now we know who's turning this town into Willy Wonka's worst nightmare." Sam pause before continuing, "The kid."
Sam stops walking, me and Dean doing the same. "Yeah. Everything Jesse believes comes true. He thinks the tooth fairy looks like Belushi, uh, joy buzzers really shock people, boom, that's what happens." Dean says.
"Yeah, but convince him the joy buzzers don't actually work, and they go from killing machines back into crap toys." I chime in.
"He probably doesn't even know he's doing it." Dean adds.
All three of us look back at the house. The curtains on an upstairs window part and Jesse looks out at us, and Dean waves.
"How is he doing it?" I ask the million dollar question. We walk away, but I can feel Jesse watch us as we leave.
Dean sits on the bed, still wearing his suit, while I sit by the table still in mine as well. Dean reads from a book that surprisingly it's not dad's journal. I, on the other hand, am searching through the web looking up anything I can about Jesse.
From behind me I hear the door open and Sam walks in. "So, dug up what I could on Jesse Turner. It's not much. Uh, B student, won last year's Pinewood Derby. But get this. Jesse was adopted. His birth records are sealed."
"So you unsealed them, and?" Dean asks.
"There's no father listed, but Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright. She lives in Elk Creek, on the other side of the state." I always wonder how Sam is so good at doing research. Like I can be searching the same thing all day and still find nothing.
Dean closes his book and throws it down on the bed, and I shut the computer off before closing it. We quickly pack a few things, mostly the weapons that was on the nightstand, and we hit the road on our way to Julia's house.
After a couple of hours we arrive. A sign reading "NO TRESPASSING" hangs on the gate of a rusty, overgrown fence. Dean pushes the gate open and walks through, Sam and me right behind.
We walk around to the front door, which has two deadbolts. I rings the doorbell, and a woman, Julia I'm a assuming, speaks without opening the door. "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested."
All three of us look at each other. "We're not salesmen. Agents Page and Plant, FBI." Dean explains to the women.
We pull out our badges and hold them up to the peephole.
"Put your badge in the slot. Your partners, too."
Dean obeys. A pause while the locks clatter. The door opens. Julia hands back the badges. "What do you want?"
"Um..." Sam starts, and we put away our badges, "We just had a few questions. About your son."
"I don't have a son." She responds almost too quickly.
"He was born March twenty-ninth, nineteen ninety-eight, in Omaha." I add. Julia looks up, face expressionless.
"You put him up for adoption?" Sam continues.
"What about him?"
"We were just wondering, um, was it...was it a normal pregnancy?" Sam asks and I mentally shake my head, I just have this feeling this isn't going to go well.
She says nothing.
"Was there anything strange?" Dean asks her again. She slams the door.
"Stay away from me!" She yells from the other side of the door.
"Mrs. Wright, wait!" I call out trying to reason with her. I look back at my brother and glare at them, they shrug.
Dean pushes the door open and he and we follow Julia inside. She runs to the kitchen and shuts the door, but Dean pushes the door open.
"We just want to talk!" I say holding my hands up to show I'm not going to hurt her.
Julia grabs a canister of table salt, wrenches it open, and tosses the contents at the three of us. Julia stares, confused as to why we aren't getting hurt by it. We stare back.
"You're not demons?" She asked with shock and confusion, but also relief in her voice.
"How do you know about demons?"
Julia then proceeds to lead us to the dining room, she quickly makes herself a cup of tea, she offers us some but we refuse. She sits it in the table with a saucer underneath and folds her arms. "I was possessed. A demon took control of my body, and I hurt people. I killed people."
Sam, Dean, and I are sitting across from Julia. "That, that wasn't you."
"But I was there. I heard a woman beg for mercy. I...felt a young girl's blood drip down my hands."
"That's how you knew about the salt." Dean states.
"Yeah, I picked up tricks. It was in my head for months."
"How many months?" I ask the women curious about whether Jesse is hers or the demons.
"Nine." Julia answers confirming my suspicions.
"So your son..." Sam asks finally catching on.
"Yeah, the whole time. The pregnancy, birth—all of it. I was possessed. The night the baby was born, I was alone. And the pain was—the pain was overwhelming. I, I screamed, and it came out a laugh, because the demon was happy. It used my body to give birth to a child. When it was over, something changed. Maybe the—the demon was tired or if the pain helped me fight it, but... Somehow, I took control. And the demon wailed inside me. It pounded against my skull. I thought my head was gonna explode. But I knew. I knew what I had to do. And when I was alone with the baby... A part of me...part of me wanted to kill it." Julia explains, "But, God help me, I couldn't do that. So, I put it up for adoption, and I ran."
"Who was the father?" Dean questions the women sitting in front of us.
"I was a virgin." We look at each other, "Have you seen my son? Is he human?"
"His name's Jesse. He lives in, uh, Alliance. He's a good kid." I answer, and she nods.
After that we stand up to leave. I walk towards the door, after saying goodbye to Julia, with Sam and Dean following behind me.
"So, now what?"
"We need help." Dean says and I know exactly what he is going to do and I smile.
We are now back at the motel room and all three of us walk in and see Cas standing there waiting for us.
"I take it you got our message." Sam was the first to speak up, as he sits at the table. Dean closes the door, and I stand there awkwardly, not because I don't like Cas, that's just how I am.
"It's lucky you found the boy."
"Oh, yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?" Dean replies.
"Kill him." Cas says and I stare at him. Sam pauses in the middle of loosening his tie. He and Dean stare at Cas as well.
"Cas." Dean starts.
"This child is half demon and half human, but it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid cambion or katako. You know him as the antichrist." Cas sits at the table, and fart noises is heard. The noises continue as Cas shifts position. Dean watches, raising his eyebrows, as I roll my eyes at how immature Dean is.
"That wasn't me." Cas says plainly. He pulls out a whoopee cushion, presumably the one Dean bought earlier.
"Who put that there?"
"Anyway, I don't get it. Jesse is the devil's son?" Sam says changing the subject and I mentally thank him.
Cas sighs, "No, of course not. Your Bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just demon spawn. But it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven."
"Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?" Dean questions the Angels standing before us.
"The demons lost him. They can't find him. But they're looking."
"And they lost him because?" I ask.
"Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now."
"So he's got, like, a force field around him. Well, that's great. Problem solved."
"With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life—something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. And then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. You're saying that—that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?" Dean asks.
"We cannot allow that to happen." Cas continues.
"Wait." Sam stands up, "We're the good guys. We—we don't just—kill children."
"A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war." Can responds back to Sam.
"Things change." Sam answers.
Dean steps forward, putting a hand on Sam's arm and putting himself between Sam and Cas, and I stand to the side biting my lip not sure what to do.
"Okay. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. All right? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So...we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do." Dean says.
I nod, "Yeah, that's a good idea."
"You'll kidnap him? What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world."
"Well, when you put it like that, maybe we shouldn't." I says back to Cas.
"So we—" Dean starts but Sam interrupts.
"So we tell him the truth. You say Jesse's destined to go dark side—fine. But he hasn't yet. So if we lay it all out for him—what he is, the apocalypse, everything—he might make the right choice." There's a long pause after what Sam just said.
"You didn't. And I can't take that chance." Cas is the one that breaks the pause.
Sam glares at Cas before he vanishes, and Sam let's out a sigh.
"Damn it." Sam says and I whisper it.
Quickly without any of us saying anything, we run for the impala and Dean drives back to Jesse's house. In a few short minutes Dean, Sam, and I run up to the door of the house and kick it in. Jesse is on the other side staring at us. Which is a relief, seeing as Cas hasn't killed the kid yet.
"Was there a guy here? In a trench coat?" Dean asks in a hurry.
Jesse points at the floor,there is an action figure wearing Castiel's suit and trench coat and holding a silver knife. Dean kneels to pick him up and looks up at the both of us, then Jesse.
Dean sets the Castiel action figure on the mantelpiece, while Jesse sits on the couch, with Sam and I on a chair.
"Was he your friend?" Jesse speaks up.
"Him? No." Dean answers and I look up at him.
"I did that. But how did I do that?" Jesse asks wanting to know what he is capable of.
"You're a superhero." I answer before Dean can.
"I am?" Jesse asks turning his head to look at me.
"Yeah. Yeah. I mean, who else could turn someone into a toy? You're Superman—minus the cape and the go-go boots. See, my—my partner and I, we work for a secret government agency. It's our job to find kids with special powers. In fact, we're here to take you to a hidden base in South Dakota, where you'll be trained to fight evil." Dean adds on to my lie.
"Like the X-Men?"
"Exactly like the X-Men." Dean chuckles, "In fact, the, uh, guy we're taking you to—he's even in a wheelchair. You'll be a hero. You'll save lives. You'll get the girl. Sounds like fun, right?"
Out of now where Dean is flung against the wall, as Julia, I'm guessing a demon is possessing her walks in.
"They're lying to you." The demon says to Jesse.
Sam and I stand up to protect Jesse, but the demons flings us to the wall next to Dean.
"Stay right there, dreamboat. Can't hurt you. Orders. You, on the other hand? Hurting you's encouraged." She says while looking at Sam and Dean, "And you," she turns her attention to me, "I have orders to keep you safe as well, you know considering you're, well let's just say your special."
The demon flicks her wrist and slams Dean against the opposite wall, then back. "No! Uh!" Dean protests.
"Leave him alone!" Jesse yells.
The demons leans down to Jesse, speaking sweetly. "Jesse. You're beautiful. You have your father's eyes."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your mother." She informs him.
"No, you're not."
"Mm-hm. You're half human...half one of us."
"She means demons, Jesse!" I speak up.
The demon straightens and holds up a hand clenched into a fist. Dean groans in pain. "Don't mess this up!" She says while looking at me. She then leans back down to Jesse. "Those people you call your parents—they lied to you, too. You're not theirs—not really."
"My mom and dad love me."
"Do they? Is—is that why they leave you alone all day? Because they love you so much? These people—these imposters—they told you that the tooth fairy was real and that your toys could hurt you and a hundred other things that aren't true. They love you so much, they made your whole life a lie. Look into your heart, Jesse. You've always known you weren't theirs. You've always known you were different. Everyone has lied to you. They're not FBI agents. And you're not a superhero."
"Then what am I?" The kid questions the demon.
"You're powerful. You can have anything you want. You can do anything you want." She replies.
"Don't listen to her, Jesse!" Dean tries to warn Jesse. Julia holds up a hand and Dean groans.
"They treated you like a child. Nobody trusted you. Everybody's lied to you. Doesn't that make you angry?"
Jesse clenches his fist. The room rattles. Julia looks up, exultant. The fire flares up and the lights flicker. "See? It does make you angry. But I'm telling you the truth, Jesse." Things begin to shatter. "Wouldn't it be better if there were no lies? Come with me and you can wash it all clean. Start over. Imagine that—a world without lies."
"She's right. We lied to you." Sam speaks up. Julia looks at Sam, with her eyes black. "But I'll tell you the truth."
The demon raises a fist, and something crunches. Sam tries to speak through the pressure on his throat. "I just want...to tell..."
"Please stop." I plead to the demon, "Hurt me instead. Leave my brothers out of it."
Julia turns her head to look at me, "Sorry, no can do."
"Stop it." Jesse says and Sam drop to the floor, with him gasping for breath.
"I want to hear what he has to say."
"You're stronger than I thought." Julia states.
Sam stands up, "We lied to you. And I'm sorry. So here's the truth. I'm Sam Winchester. That's my brother, Dean, and that's my twin Olivia. W-we hunt monsters."
"Except when you are the monster. Right, Sammy?" I roll my eyes, you make one mistake and no ever forgets.
"And that woman right there, her name is Julia. She's your mother. But the thing inside of her, the thing that you're talking to—it's a demon." Sam continues to explain.
"A demon?"
"He's done nothing but lie to you since the moment you met him. Don't listen to him. Punish him." Julia tells Jesse.
"Sit down and shut up." Jesse says starting to get mad. A chair scoots up behind the demon, who is forced into it, silent. She struggles to speak.
"There's, uh, kind of a...a war between angels and demons, and...you're a part of it."
"I'm just a kid."
"You can go with her if you want. I can't stop you. No one can. But if you do...millions of people will die." Please don't go with her Jesse, I say in my head.
"She said I was half demon. Is that true?" He asks.
"Yes. But you're half human, too. You can do the right thing. You've got choices, Jesse. But if you make the wrong ones, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Why are you telling me this?!"
"Because I have to believe someone can make the right choice, even if I couldn't." I smile weakly, remembering last year when Sam didn't make the right choice. He now know the consequences and he want other people to learn from his mistakes, because he doesn't want anyone to live with the guilt that he has to.
Jess thinks about this, he clenches his fist and looks at the demon. "Get out of her." The chair flies back against the wall. Black smoke pours out of Julia's mouth and vanishes up the chimney. Dean and I drop to the ground, panting.
"How did you do that?" Dean asks.
"I just did."
"Kid...you're awesome." Dean says and I nod in agreement. Jesse looks at Julia, slumped in the chair.
"Is she gonna be all right?" He questioned the three of us.
Dean looks at Julia, "Eventually." Dean leans down and picks up the Castiel's action figure, which fell down at some point.
"Look, uh, truth is, he's kind of a buddy of mine. Is there any way you could turn him back?"
"He tried to kill me."
"Right. Uh. But he's a—he's a good guy. He was just confused." Dean says and I smile. Jesse says nothing, so Dean adds more, "Okay. It's been a long night. We'll...talk about it later." He puts the Castiel action figure back on the mantel.
"What now?" The kid asks. Dean looks back at Sam and I.
"Now we take you someplace safe, get you trained up. You'd be handy in a fight, kid."
"What if I don't want to fight?" Jesse asks, he's got a point he's a kid he should be able to be a kid not a solider.
"Jesse." Sam comes forward to sit in front of Jesse, "You're powerful. More powerful than...pretty much anything we've ever seen. That makes you—"
"A freak." Jesse interrupts.
"To some people, maybe. But not to us. See, we're kind of freaks ourselves." Sam tells me, he's got a point.
"I can't stay here, can I?"
"No. The demons know where you are, and more will be coming." Dean tell him.
"I won't go without my mom and dad."
"There's nothing more important than family. We get that. And if you really want to take them with you, we'll back your play. But you got to understand—it's gonna be dangerous for them, too." I tell the kid standing in front of me.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Our dad...he would take us with him wherever he went." Dean says.
"Where is he now?"
"Dead. A demon killed him." Sam answers.
"Look, Jesse...once you're in this fight..." Dean leans down to Jesse, "You're in it till the end, win or lose."
"What should I do?" He asks us.
"We can't tell you. It's your choice. It's not fair. I know." I tell him.
"Can I go see my parents? I, I need to...say goodbye."
"Sure." Dean replies.
After Jesse leaves to go up stairs Sam examines the Castiel action figure and puts him back on the mantel without the care Dean showed.
"He's been up there a long time." I speak up. They both look at me and then up at the stairs, we all start to head up them to Jesse's bedroom.
When we enter the room it's empty. "He's gone." I hear Castiel's voice from behind us making me jump.
We turn around and Cas is there. "Where?" Sam asks the Angel.
"I don't know. Jesse put everyone in town back to normal—the ones still alive. Then he vanished." Cas informs us.
While they are talk I notice a note on Jesse's bed and pick it up. "Hey."
"What does it say?" Dean asks me.
"That he had to leave to keep his parents safe, that he loves them, and he's sorry." I read the note out loud.
"How do we find him?" Dean asks Cas.
"With the boy's powers, we can't. Not unless he wants to be found." And with that Cas vanishes and we, me and the boys, head back to the impala.
We get in the car and drive away. "You think Jesse's gonna be okay?" Dean asks breaking the silence.
Sam takes a deep breath, "I hope so."
"You know, we destroyed that kid's life by telling him the truth." I add to the conversation from the backseat.
"We didn't have a choice, Olivia." Sam tell me while turn around to look at me and I shrug.
"Yeah. You know, I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke—protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it...the more I wish Dad had lied to us." Dean says.
"Yeah, me too." Sam and I say as Dean drives along the road.
