"People are corrupt Dean." Jess said gently, "It is very rare for someone to have a pure soul now-a-days. Least in our world. We hardly ever mention what humans should be made to disappear."
The red head wrapped her arms around herself.
"Honestly the only times we've ever seen Kaidan ever shrink someone was when some hired goon broke into his loft and took Crystal, Xian, and I."
The woman looked down, ashamed of herself for allowing that to happen.
"Why didn't you just use your powers to get rid of them?" Dean asked harshly.
Jess snapped her head up and glared at him, scowling.
Ignoring the look of disapproval Sam was giving him, Dean went on.
"I mean if you're so powerful then how'd you get snatched?"
"Take a look at us asshole!" Jess hissed, sparks flying off of her person, "Even if we had a mini fucking flamethrower we'd be no match against a fucking human! If anything, a human seeing what we could do would have them want us even more!"
"He got all of us." She continued, glaring down at the human with no fear, "Shoved us in a metal box. No light whatsoever was allowed in. Crystal was having a near panic attack at what was happening."
"We could hear those those roaches," she spat out the words in disgust and anger, not noticing the look of concern her cousin was giving her, "they were talking about what to do with us."
She was barely able to contain her anger, the only thing that kept her from burning the whole room was the thought that her cousin was in the same room.
"They were going to sell us to some place in the Citadel." Crystal interjected, trying to get her cousin to calm down as she forced Jess to stay at her side.
"The Citadel…it's notorious for people like us. It's…almost like Hell, as the Christian ones would describe, for us Tinies. If you're sent there by a human, you're most likely not going to come out, least not scarred." Her voice shook as she described her world's modified Hell.
Sam seemed curious on this city.
"What's so bad about this place?" he couldn't help but ask.
Crystal stared at her feet, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"The Citadel is the largest, most well-known city in our world for the selling of Tinies." She spoke softly, refusing to look at either men.
Jess quickly took over, seeing how much the topic of the city terrified her cousin.
"It's where humans go buy Tinies for more as accessories. Kinda like a chihuahua in a purse; except they look for the most aesthetically pleasing Tiny they can find." She spoke carefully, glancing at Crystal with concern every once and a while, "Sometimes not exactly what they want."
Jess bit her lip before continuing, "They breed Tinies with other Tinies so they get what they want."
Jess raised an eyebrow at the human before she stepped in front of her cousin.
"I was born in Athens and lost my father to a middle eater migrant at the age of thirteen." She spoke, a bright green light began to illuminate around her neck.
Sam could see the more she spoke, the brighter the light glowed along with how Jess seemed to be wincing in pain.
"My mother and I hitchhiked across Greece until we entered Turkey, where we were arrested at the border and detained for weeks." Her words were slowly becoming choked in pain, "I lost my memory and woke up in the Mediterranean ocea-"
"Jess you can stop now!" Crystal begged, grabbing her arm in hopes of getting her to stop, still Jess kept going, glaring at Dean, the pain both seen and heard in Jess's voice.
"We get it you can stop." Sam strode up to them and grabbing both her shoulders, turning her to face him.
She kept glaring at Dean, shifting her head to stare at him right in his eye.
"-have about three years of amnesia because I woke up in New York with a part time retail job and a roommate I hate." She managed to choke out.
Had Sam not been holding her, she would have been curled up on the ground in pain. No matter how much pain she would be in though, she would still glare down the human hunter that towered over them.
Jess felt cold hands cup her face and her eyes were immediately staring into bright blue eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Jess," Crystal spoke softly, "they get it. Just stop. Please."
That was all it took for the red headed woman to let go.
She told the truth.
"I was born near New Orleans, my mother and father were killed by a psychopath scientist who was curious on how magic from our people worked." She gasped, the green light around her neck fading until it was nothing, leaving her panting for breath.
Slowly Sam kneeled to let Jess sit down.
Once she regained her breath, she placed her hands over Crystal's, gently taking them away from her face.
"I had to prove a point Crys." She said gently, wiping away the tears that were falling down her cousin's face.
Green eyes went to stare directly into green eyes that were much larger than hers.
"Do not doubt my word." She said in a stern voice.
"Am I understood?" she demanded.
