All Hell
Jaime looked up into the pair of aged, tired, green eyes belonging to the 27 year old Dean Winchester. She analyzed his face, noting the tight and yellowing tint to his skin most likely due to a lack of sleep and alcohol abuse, the freckles did well to hide his alcoholism, but up close anyone could see how bad it was getting. He had lines that rayed around his eyes, pulling your attention back to their green depths; however the deepest set of lines in his young face were the frown lines. She hadn't seen anything as depressing as a young, athletic, and charming man looking at least a decade older than he was. Her heart tugged at the thought of everything he'd been through. She wanted to shelter him from the rest of the world and keep him from anymore disappointment; but somehow knew that would never work, the Winchesters seemed to be Fate's own personal chew toy.
Dean gave her a questioning glance, but moved past her and into the bedroom. Jaime began pulling on the pants in her hand, not wanting to be so naked in front of Dean. Sam was still without a shirt, his jeans sat comfortably on his hips, accentuating the 'V'. He quickly sat on the end of the bed, his playful demeanor vanishing into a more serious version of himself. She couldn't help but notice the way Sam looked at Dean, it broke her heart knowing the older boy was both the mother and father figure in his brother's life. The elder Winchester straightened up his hands moving to his hips, he turned into the invincible Superman under the weight of Sam's gaze. She didn't have to look in his head to know how much he doubted himself. She watched the two interact, her heart breaking at what she saw. They were talking about something she wasn't sure of but that didn't matter. They were both too young to have all this responsibility on their shoulders.
"You better get down here, quick." Bobby's voice shouted, it startled Jaime causing her to jump. Dean kept his eyes forward, trying not to embarrass her, while Sam looked at her worriedly. She smiled at both men, turning towards the stairs. Sam jumped up and scooped his plain v-neck off the floor quickly sliding it over his head as he tried to catch up to her. Dean followed close behind, noting an excitement he'd never seen in his younger brother. When they were all in the den Bobby was sitting behind his desk. Sam pulled up a chair and Dean pushed books and old newspapers off one to swing it around and sit down, placing his arms across the back. Jaime walked into the kitchen and came back with three glasses and a bottle of whiskey. After setting everything on the desk she turned to leave but Sam caught her and pulled her to his lap. Dean watched as his brother gave her a playful smirk then kissed her temple. She curled into him, letting her eyes shut, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. he continued to watch as Sam's massive hand tenderly brushed hair out of her face and absentmindedly twirled a silky caramel strand between his thumb and index finger. He seemed to relax with her next to him. "I got a job for you boys. There have been some disappearances, nothing to link the victims. I got a feeling this one's gonna be a real pain in the ass." Bobby said he was on Sam's laptop looking through articles. The boys leaned closer trying to read the articles, Sam sweetly set her back on her feet. She seemed a bit surprised but made her way to the staircase, figuring they wanted to talk. She sat on the bottom step leaning against the railing waiting for some of her strength to return, only then realizing how tired she truly was. She could hear the men talking, their deep tones soothed her, her body sinking into the bottomless pit called sleep.
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"Glad you're finally awake." Sam sighed from the doorway, his small black travel bag in hand. "Listen, I don't know how long this case will take." His hazel eyes pleading with her; they'd just gotten back from a case and were leaving that night to head out again. Her eyes grew sad, but she took this chance to sit up, trying to hide it from him. Her whole body seemed to erupt in pain at once. She gingerly scooted her body backwards until she hit the wall, she leaned against it taking deep calming breaths, her hair seemed to cover her face for the most part, but she could feel Sam's eyes on her, his anxiety making her feel sick. "You okay? Hey what's wrong?" She simply nodded her head in response, trying to keep the vision at bay. "I can stay if you want me to, maybe it would be better if Dean took Bobby, you really don't look good." Sam said, his eyebrows scrunched and lips shutting tight.
"Gee thanks." She said sarcastically. "I'll be fine, you guys should go." She continued, her voice hoarse and weak.
"Jaime-" but Sam didn't get to finish before the vision took over.
She was looking down at a man as he set a broken piece of metal on the ground; not expecting it, she'd thought they trusted each other, he swung up and knocked her backwards. She went flying through the air her back cracking against a wooden fence, the force of her body knocked the air out of her and made the wood break, splintering into her puncturing her through the coat and shirt. The man walked toward her and stood over her, a menacing expression on his dark face. He kicked her in the side sending a blinding amount of pain through her, he pulled his leg back to strike again, but she kicked him in the stomach instead sending him backwards, she slowly rose to her feet, trying to keep from falling back, her body screaming at her to lay down. She swung her fist connected with the man's jaw, he pulled his arm back and threw a punch into her shoulder so hard she could feel it dislocate itself, a few of the bones felt cracked as well. She cried out in pain and cradled her arm to her side, bending over she picked up the piece of metal he had discarded earlier. Swinging it up in an arch, knocking him onto his back. She lifted it above her head, looking down on the man who was now unconscious. She sighed, throwing the metal to the side and heard a familiar voice yell 'Sam'. She turned around "Dean?" She cried back, her voice considerably deeper than her own. Her long legs heading toward the sound of his voice. She saw the beams of flashlights and heard them yell 'Sam' again. Dean was running toward her with Bobby and a smaller figure she couldn't make out behind him. She smiled then watched as relief, fear, then anger crossed Dean's face. "Sam watch out!" He yelled, but it was too late, a blinding pain shot through her, she couldn't walk, her body swayed trying to walk towards the group. She took a step then fell to her knees, she fought with the darkness creeping in her vision, she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Then she slumped forward into someone's arms. She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.
Jaime was slammed back into her body, she had her eyes closed, but was still sitting up against a wall. She took a long breath attempting to quiet her body as every nerve ignited starting in her back, right where she had been stabbed in her vision. She could feel the bed dip in front of her and a cool rag was placed against her forehead; she hummed enjoying the feel of her nerves cooling down. A drop ran down her cheek causing her to moan in pleasure.
A deep unfamiliar chuckle caused her to open her eyes. "Sammy I think you've been doing something wrong if this feels good to her." A pair of tired green eyes were looking at her nervously, however his lips pulled up to show off his perfect, straight, white teeth. Jaime could see why girls fell for him so easily, he had a boyish charm that made him handsome. "She's fine," Dean turned his head to look at Sam again. "What was your vision of?" He asked her quietly, his eyes growing intense. She looked up at Sam then and back at Dean shaking her head. He gave her a slight nod in understanding then stood up.
"Maybe I should stay?" Sam said, rushing to her side, he began examining her head making sure he was extra gentle with her.
"Sam." Both Jaime and Dean spoke at the same time, although Jaime's voice was small it still caused Dean to give her an appreciative smirk, he walked to the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as the couple began fighting.
