CHAPTER 9: THE TRUTH

Jess' POV

I woke to see Sam tossing in bed. I watched as he suddenly shot up, sweat and gasping for air. He didn't seem to notice that I was there. He looked terrified.

"Sam?" I asked, laying a hand on his arm. "Are you okay?"

"No." He shook his head. "Bad dream."

"Can you tell me about it?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't tell me. He never did.

"Yes. I don't know how to start." He said surprising me.

He looked so hopeless at he looked to the ceiling. Was he praying? Sam seemed to be about to lost it when the radio suddenly turned on. The song sounded scary and horrible. What was going on?

'I had a dream about a burning house
You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
I laid beside you and pulled you close
And the two of us went up in smoke.

Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong
I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house

See you at a party and you look the same
I could take you back but people don't ever change
Wish that we could go back in time
I'd be the one you thought you'd find

Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong

I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone

I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house

The flames are getting bigger now
In this burning house
I can hold on to you somehow
In this burning house
Oh, and I don't wanna wake up

In this burning house

And I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire
But it's the only place that I can hold you tight
In this burning house.'

Sam stared at the wall.

Wiping the tears from his face, I called his name and asked what was wrong.

"That song. That was my dream. You died in this apartment in a fire. But I won't let that happen. I will stay here with you until it passes. I will stay with you. If you want me." He finally looked at me.

"Why wouldn't I?" What was going on? I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not.

Sam just stared back, fear in his eyes.

"My childhood wasn't a good one. I did some crazy things. Horrible things." He looked at his hands and for some reason he was ashamed.

"You can tell me." I ran my fingers through his hair, hoping to comfort him.

"Do you believe in the Supernatural?" He asked.

"The Supernatural? Like angels?" What did that have to do with his childhood?

"Yes. And demons, werewolves, wendigoes, and ghosts."

"No. That's crazy." I shook my head.

"It is, but it's true. I have killed them before. It was my job." Sam whispered.

"No. They were just people. They couldn't have been…" My boyfriend was a killer. I stood up. "We can get you help Sam."

"I don't need help. I knew I shouldn't have told you." Sam said, louder.

"You really believe in all of this stuff."

"Yes. I have seen it with my own eyes. It all started November 2nd, 1983. I was exactly six months old. My mom died by a demon's hand. Dad found her on the ceiling with her stomach cut open. Then, she suddenly burst into flames. I just dreamed that it happened to you."

"Because of your Mom." I whispered. That was the only thing that made sense. In Psychology.

"No. Because of me. That demon did something to me that night. It put a...curse or something on me." Sam seemed at lost.

"A curse?" My boyfriend was a crazy, psychotic killer.

"Yes. Like in the Sleeping Beauty tale. So when I turn 22 I am supposed to get visions."

"Visions? This is insane." I started to freak out. How was he this crazy?

"I know. So ever since that night I hunted. But I left and came here. My family disowned me. Dean came back to fix the curse and to fix things with me. He brought an angel, Cas, to help." Sam said quickly.

"Cas is an angel?" It gets worse.

"Yes. They came and tried to cure me. But they still came. They warned me."

"But you are only 21. And crazy."

Suddenly Castiel appeared and I jumped, making a weird noise.

"I am an angel." He said and his eyes glowed and wings appeared behind him. They blew papers everywhere. "He is speaking the truth. I have traveled back in time to save you and Sam from your Fates." He turned to me and stared at me intensely. "I think you are cured. I don't see anything. I think your worried mind made it up."

"This is a dream." It had to be. I sat down and just stared, waiting to wake up.

"I can help you." Castiel said.

He walked over and touched my head. I felt heat go through them. I gasped as my mind was assault with images and knowledge. I saw me dying, Sam getting visions, and all of that. With it came knowledge and comfort. Sam wasn't crazy nor was I. This was all true and happening. The angel look his hand off my head.

"Oh. This is all true." It was still hard to process.

"Yes. It is. Goodbye." The angel left.

Sam walked over to me and kneeled in front of me, but didn't touch me. I just stared at my lap trying to wrap my head around it all. My eyes started to water. Then, Sam asked the dumbest question ever. I looked up at him.

"Of course. I will always love you. I just am upset that this is true and still in shock a little bit. I need to sleep." My head was swimming.

"Okay."

A/N: Sorry for messed up details. Date: 5/23/04