Sacrifice

When Jaime came around she was cradled to Sam's chest. He helped her up and got some water while Dean shoved a veggie burger in her face claiming "You're already too skinny, being taken didn't do you any favors." Once the men were satisfied and Jaime was full, they gave her time to process. Jaime laid back down on the bed her and Sam had used, listening as both men argue ways to keep her safe. So far her staying with someone named Bobby was the best choice.

After few hours Jaime finally spoke up. "So I told you all about Mick? You know about Greg and his family but you're trying to find out about yourselves?" Sam and Dean must have thought she was asleep; both men were on their feet, weapons drawn and pointing at Jaime, but she seemed unaffected; her eyes staring unblinkingly at the wall across from her. ''I never talk about my family especially Mick. l must really trust you." She took a deep breath. "I'll need to look in your minds to see if something will jog one of my memories. I warn you now its completely unpleasant and it could make you remember something you've been repressing." Her tone turned strict almost bossy. Sam hid his smile and stood up. "You might need to lie down for this."

They stayed at it well into the night once Jaime got enough information from Sam she put him to sleep using one of his memories. He lay peacefully on the bed Jaime had been on. Dean was next and much harder to read, she could feel his distaste for psychics and knew he didn't like her. She brushed it off and concentrated on the last few months. Dean's memories all circled back to a conversation that with his father recently, he'd been shoving it so far back Jaime had to really dig for it. She couldn't hear what the man told Dean, only remembering Sam's look of panic when a few minutes later their father was dead. Dean kept coming back to this, it seemed to be consuming the poor man causing him to become reckless and irrational. Jaime chose a memory of Dean with a dark haired woman, she'd kept his attention long enough for him to fall in love with her for a weekend. The thought broke her heart Dean only allowed himself four days to love a woman, that was all he could give a relationship. She looked at the older man, letting him fully relax and enjoy sleeping. Jaime rose from his bed and immediately put together a list of events leading up to meeting the men. She sat with motel stationary writing everything she remembered from the demon encounter. she didn't have much to go on, but wrote what she could. She stayed up making sure both Dean and Sam didn't wake up before at least 8 A.M.

The next morning brought a confused Jaime and two men who appeared to be morning people. Jaime wasn't sure what to do; she didn't have a change of clothes and was pretty sure she was running low on toiletries. As if reading her mind, Dean told Sam they needed to stop at the store and get everyone supplies. Dean loaned her a shirt, "Don't be such a girl about it." He said, after she thanked him. Jaime winked at Sam on her way to change in the bathroom, causing him to blush. Dean rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath "Greatest sex she's ever had." This caused Jaime to flush, she hid her face behind her hair. They packed up the car, paid the rest of the nights, stopping at the store was the most awkward thing Jaime had done in a while. The three received odd looks from everyone. Dean insisted they split up so Jaime could get what she needed and they could leave. However, Sam insisted on going with her which earned her a glare from Dean. Sam grabbed a shopping cart and followed her through the isles. Jaime didn't need to look in his head to know he was remembering doing this with her, he seemed at ease with her, not pushing her to talk. It made Jaime feel more comfortable around him. It took 4 hours in the store, by the time they finished the boot was full of plastic grocery bags. Jaime had begun to feel tired once she sat in the back seat. Dean got food and headed for South Dakota. Jaime didn't say much, her eyes out the window focused on world around them and the memories she'd pulled from Sam's head. She'd watched as him and Jessica picked out engagement rings, talked about kids, and the lazy afternoons they shared. Dean and Sam were quiet, having a silent argument about Jaime. Sam was trying to be calm but the tension leaked from him, when Dean realized this he let it drop. Both man getting lot in thought, there was nothing but silence, only this time it was quite awkward. No one fell asleep, Dean pulled off a few times but they seemed to make great time.

They finally made it to Singer's Junkyard. Jaime didn't realize they had stopped driving until Sam opened her door. She comically fell out of the car and landed on all fours, Sam laughed at her, but quickly stopped when he made eye contact with Dean. "Let me guess, the big guy hates me." She said, brushing the dirt and grime from her hands and knees. He nodded a sad look on his face. "Probably because I messed with his mind, or probably because he thinks you're under my spell." She said sarcastically, holding her still injured torso. Sam laughed again, igniting his whole face, causing every part of him to come to life. Jaime loved it; he looked closer to his age when he chose to laugh. She couldn't help but smile at him, enjoying the moment of peace.

"Come on." He led her to the house, "Bobby's great, you'll like him a lot. I warn you, he smells like liquor, has a temper, and doesn't like people." He said, furrowing his brows. "But he really is a great guy." He gave her a weak smile, and then opened the front door for her. An older man with a trucker hat, hunting vest, and a pair of raggedy jeans; was standing in the doorway of what Jaime assumed to be the kitchen, he pulled Sam in for a hug and looked around for Dean. Something tickled the back of her head, he looked familiar. His blue eyes hard, his hat low, and graying beard covered most of his face, The thing that impressed her most was the way he looked at Sam. His face transformed into a loving almost fatherly expression.

"Who are you?" Bobby asked looking down at her, she hadn't realized Sam left her alone. "Would it kill you idjits to call me ahead of time?" He yelled at the open door, then sized Jaime up. She could feel his eyes on her as she slowly made her way further in, stoping in the hallway, looking at the wall there were a few picture of a young couple standing in front of a blue house, with a walkway, colorful flowers on either side, it was a sunny day. The two were smiling, at the camera. There were a few more pictures of the couple, but they seemed to be mostly covered up by maps, drawings, and ripped out pages. Nothing made sense to her; all that she could make out were the words in English, occasionally catching some Tamilian. "Don't touch nothing." Bobby said.

"I'm Jaime Martin. Where would you like me to set my things?" Jaime said, once Sam and Dean were back inside.

Bobby pointed at the staircase; "Third door on left should be an empty bedroom." Jaime nodded, keeping her eyes on the stairs. "Sam why don't you show her where it is."

Jaime started walking towards the stairs, but something caught her eye. It was an old drawing, it looked like it was taken from a book. The edges were torn and there were words in a different language along the bottom. "Is that the 'Yellow Eyed' demon?" She asked her memories flooded into her. She grabbed her head, trying to organize the images she was seeing.

"How do you know about that?" Dean asked, his eyes growing intense. "Dammit have you been holding out this whole time? Tell us what you know!" His deep voice yelled. Dean's eyes were a dark very dangerous looking raw green. She looked at him, her eyes just as dark an edge to them that wasn't there before.

"He's the reason for so much death and destruction, I've seen him a few visions. 'Yellow Eyes' has tried to kill me before. H-he killed..." she stuttered, ''He killed both my parents and..." coming to her senses she looked at Dean with a glare that sent most people running in fear. "You know what, no. I will tell you things when I'm good and ready, don't you go demanding things Dean Winchester. Are you forgetting that you came to me for help? I was out until you came knocking at my door, I could've been living a perfectly normal life if it weren't for you." She felt her frustration grow as she thought about Sam, "If you want anything from me you will treat me with respect, I'm not some girl you can push around." She spat, Bobby was looking at her impressed, Sam was repressing a smile, but Jaime's eyes were on Dean, daring him to challenge her. Dean's eyes fell from hers putting his hands up as if in surrender. She turned and stalked up the stairs. Luckily she'd had the sense to grab a few bags.

She walked into the room Bobby had told her about, it was pretty bare. A bed took up most of the wall, there was a quilt and a few pillows. A window sat on the wall next to the bed, light curtains pulled back to reveal a view of the junkyard, there was a portion of the front deck close enough she could step out onto it if she wanted. A dark wooden dresser sat to the left of the door, it was almost as tall as Jaime and wide enough for her to lay down in. The walls were bare, nothing to decorate them, the paint peeling and smell of mildew strong. She set the bags on the ground and walked to the window. "You didn't have to follow me." She said, lifting the window to let some air in.

"Yes I did, you said 'Yellow Eyes' was trying to kill you. Why would he be after you?" Sam asked, she set her things down.

"Probably because of who I report to. He doesn't like their kind. His rather afraid of them." Jaime said a reproachful look on her face. "I hate being some kind of freak. I wish I were normal and my family were still around." She look lost for a second then quickly guarded her emotions making sure not to cry in front of the stranger standing with her. She sighed rubbing her temples, her thoughts heading into the dark corner of her mind she found herself in right after Mick died. She sat down on the quilted bed, picking at the worn material.

"You were out until we found you." Sam said, the guilt covering his whole body. "We brought you back into this mess, I'm so sorry." Jaime shook her head; she stood up from the bed, taking a step toward Sam. "How can you say that, you were safe until we came poking around you about Aaron's death." Jaime involuntarily shuddered, her hand automatically going to her arm. Sam noticed this and watched as she gingerly rubbed her arm, then touched the silver chain around her neck. "What's that?" he asked, closing the gap between them. She felt herself relax into him, then pulled the chain over her head and handed it to him. It was a charm necklace, there were about 11 charms on it, and each dipped in silver. It wasn't an ordinary charm necklace however. Each piece would protect the wearer from an attack of some sort. It had belonged to his mother, but when she owned it, it was a bracelet. He remembered finding it when he was younger and hiding it. His father didn't seem to notice and Dean never asked about it. It was one of the few possessions he'd taken with him to Stanford. He didn't remember giving it to Jessica, but he did remember turning it into a necklace when the bracelet broke. He thought Jessica had it.

"I don't know where it came from. I found it in my pocket while we were driving." She said, looking at it in his hand.

"It was my mother's." He said, his eyes filling with tears. "I thought I lost this." His hand closed around the charms, then he looked at Jaime. "I'm glad you have it." He tried to hand it back to her, but she shook her head. "It's yours, please just take it. I'll feel better knowing you're protected." He said, lifting it over her head. He watched as it settled, hiding below the collar of the shirt Dean had loaned her.