The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Chapter Seven

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

When we heard Dad enter the room, I immediately stood up – just reflexes. Dad entered a room, you stood. Simple.

Well, that was until I realized I had Alex in my lap still. So I kind of ended up standing and holding her in my arms.

It was a little awkward.

"Dad," I asked. "Everything okay?"

He looked grim as I set Alex on the floor. "No," he finally answered. "Alex was right. The demon's back."

"How did we not know," my wife asked as she gripped my hand tightly. "It must have left tracks."

"We just didn't pick them up," Dad admitted. "Once we killed it, I watched for a year… and after that, I just… stopped. Who thought it would come back?"

"Can we kill it the same way," I questioned. "I mean, it's the same demon. Right?"

"It's stronger," my father answered. "It was brought back and stayed low. Now it has enough power to take out anything we put up against it."

I tightened my grip on Alex's hand. "What can we do?"

"I'm working on it," he answered before looking at Alex. "Can you give me directions to Jess' house? I think I should pay a visit." She nodded before explaining how to get there. "Thanks," Dad said before taking a good look at Taylor. He smiled. "She's a Winchester. She'll pull through."

I couldn't help but smile as Alex leaned into my chest and Dad left the room.

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

It was like six in the morning. We had finally managed some rest last night – Jess in her wrongful place of Will's arms. But she was happy there, so I couldn't say much. At least I think she was happy there.

Will was making breakfast for the little tikes while I sat and watched. Jess was situating them at the table – I had offered help, but was denied.

"Jess," Will asked. "Do you have any extra eggs?" Scrambled eggs and bacon. Sounded good. Before Will decided to make it.

"The extra fridge in the garage has some," she answered as she strapped the last child – Chris – into his height chair.

Will thought about this for a second. "Is the garage salted?" He had managed to get down a few ghost and demon repellents.

"Yeah," I answered before looking to Jess, who was planting a kiss on our child's cheek. "I'm taking a shower."

"Okay," she said with a small smile. I got up and headed into the living room.

Before I made it upstairs, there was a knock on the door. I, careful to stay in the salt ring, opened the door and came face to face with my worst fear: Dad.

He was gonna be mad.

"Dean, where the hell have you been?"

Understatement, he was going to be extremely mad.

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

"He was with me," I told John. I had heard the elder Winchester come in and from experience – I knew what was coming.

John's wrath.

And Dean didn't need that.

"He's been with me the whole time," I told John.

John cast a surprising glance at me. My abilities told me he knew the truth – Dean had been in jail. But he wasn't going to show it. Instead, he went along with me. "He should've called," he grumbled before turning fully to me. "Where's Chris?"

I smiled and pointed toward the kitchen. John nodded but stopped to give me a hug and kiss on the cheek. Then he shot Dean a death glare before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Thanks," Dean said. "But I can handle my dad."

I shrugged, "But your face is too pretty to be pounded in."

Dean narrowed his eyes at me before repeating, "I'm taking a shower."

I patted the tent in Dean's jeans – he always did like when someone stood up to authority – and whispered in his ear, "Don't make a mess of my bathroom."

He smirked – trying to act collected. "Baby-"

"Mommy," Chris called from the kitchen. He was crying because John was tickling him – so my abilities said. "Mommy!"

Dean cleared his throat and repeated, "I'm taking a shower." I nodded and he went upstairs.

God, my life was messed up.

But I did it to myself.

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

It took a lot of convincing, but I finally managed to get Sam to relax. There was nothing the demon could do to Taylor. I had said a protection spell and Sam had put up all defenses. Plus, the rest of the kids were safe.

So we went back home to take showers and change our clothes.

"I have no clean clothes, Alex," Sam complained from the closet.

"Don't look at me," I said and entered the closet. "I was hospitalized." He shot me a glare that said 'don't joke about that'. "Plus," I added. "I like to take showers before I change."

"I called first dibs in the car," Sam said.

I shook my head. "Ladies first."

"No way," he said with a smirk as he picked me up and brought me into the bathroom.

"Sam! Sam," I shouted through laughter. "Put me down!"

Somehow, he managed to turn on the shower, me still in his arms, and toss me in before joining me. We were still fully clothed.

He knew I hated the feel of wet jeans on me. And that's exactly what I was feeling right now. "Sam!"

He shushed me before leaning down for a kiss, which I gladly gave. Then hell broke loose.

A loud, high-pitched scream was heard. It was not from something human. I broke apart from him roughly. "Did you hear that," I whispered.

"Hear what?" It screamed again. "Alex, what'd you hear?" Then I saw it. It wasn't human at all. It was anything but. "Shit," Sam swore. "Tommy said there was something in the house."

"And you forgot," I screamed, while still keeping an eye on the figure. He shrugged, nervous.

The thing put out its hands toward us. I thought it was going to say some type of spell, so I clung to Sam who clung right back. "Your powers," Sam suggested. He must have known I was seeing it and he wasn't.

"They're useless," I told him as the thing shattered the glass of the shower door.

The next thing I knew, I was ripped from Sam's grasp.

And the whole world disappeared.