Gone

After three short days of the boys being gone, Jaime locked herself in her room and didn't make a sound. She'd taken a few books from Bobby, trying to figure out what the 'Yellow Eyed' demon wanted from the Winchesters. She was also trying to discover what had given her the powers she had, she'd read demons could give powers, she just hoped that wasn't her case. The books she'd taken were quite hard to swallow, she hadn't thought about how her abilities could have been given to her. She kept circling back to one theory, but she felt crazy every time she thought about angels.

Bobby fell asleep around 2 A.M. allowing Jaime to get out and stretch her legs. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, replacing the books she'd taken and looked for new ones, then looked around the house. She quietly got to work in the hallway, organizing the books by creature and age, then went through the papers, putting them into old file folders. Bobby had fallen asleep on the couch in the den, his soft snores alerting her to his presence; she tiptoed into the room taking the book off his chest and laying an old blanket over him. Heading back to the hallway, she found a pen and re-labeled the folders. She finally finished that and looked outside noticing the sun was coming up, she ran up the stairs and into her room with an arm full of new books.

She finally started to drift off around 3 P.M. "Balls!" yelled Bobby, causing her to jump. She sat still, not wanting to draw attention to herself. He didn't come up the stairs, just stomping around downstairs, then walked out the front door. She snuck to the window and watched him climb into an old Camaro driving away. She got so excited, practically skipped down the stairs. The den was still a mess, so she went to the kitchen. Opening all the cupboards, she cleaned all the dishes, cleaning out every cabinet before setting the clean dishes back on them. She then cleaned the stove, the small table, and the counters. She looked at the clock, he'd been gone for a while and she was really enjoying being out of her room. She filled the sink with soapy water again and began cleaning the cupboard doors removing years of oil and dust.

"Damn it girl, you scared the shit out of me." Bobby's angry bellow broke her concentration, she jumped and slowly turned around, he had a shotgun pointed right at her, and she backed up as far as the counters would let her. He slowly lowered the gun and turned to walk back into his library/office. She felt herself start to get light headed, her breathing still hadn't caught up, and she was gasping for air. Next thing she knew, she was staring at the ceiling, his concerned face staring down at her. "You okay kid?"

"I'm fine; I just got a little dizzy is all." She slowly sat up, and then got nauseous. She lay back down, and rolled to her side. After the nausea passed she slowly got up pushing herself backwards, until she hit the cupboards, she leaned against them, waiting for the room to stop spinning. All the while he sat there watching, unsure what to do. She looked at him and grimaced, "Maybe I should go lay down upstairs I don't want to get in your way." She tried to stand but the room was still spinning. "On second thought, I'm going to sit here for a minute. Then go upstairs." She said nodding, convincing herself of the plan.

"No, why don't you stay down here. I'd like to keep an eye on you." He helped her up and led her to the couch in his office. making her sit while he got her water and cooked up some soup for her. he stood over the sink and called Sam, reaching his voicemail, he then called Dean but there was no answer from him either. "Just take a nap, you'll feel better." he said, eyeing her nervously.

"I'm fine; it's not a big deal. You just scared me is all." She stood up and instantly got slammed with nausea, running to the bathroom in time, emptying the contents of her stomach. She stayed in there dry heaving for about an hour. Her stomach was cramping, her throat was ragged, and her eyes wouldn't stop watering. She flushed and used the sink to lift herself off the floor; rinsing her mouth out, she avoided her reflection. She could hear Bobby on the other side talking to someone about her, she was so embarrassed that she didn't want to come out of the bathroom, but knew she couldn't hide in there. She took a deep breath and stepped out the door. He was pacing in the hallway whispering into his phone; she would've thought it comical if she didn't feel like such crap. She slowly walked back to the couch and sat on the edge of it, unsure what her stomach would do. She shut her eyes for a second, and it hit her.

She stood on a deserted road; she raised her hand above her eyes, trying to see in the misting rain. She looked at the man standing next to her; he had a worried look on his young face, "Dean." She said trying to find comfort in his presence. He just gave her a half smile, not truly able to give her much else, his intense green eyes, full of both concern and pity making her uneasy. Gravel crunching heavily next to her alerting her to the presence of another person, it was Bobby, cocking his all too familiar shotgun, his dirty old baseball cap hiding his eyes from them but she could tell he was worried, by the pinch of his lips and his fingers turning white as he gripped the gun. The two men looked at each other and nodded, trekking through the woods, following a dirt path.

Jaime heard something large break in the distance and took off, not caring about herself she had to get there before it was too late. She slowed down when she saw the windmill, her heart stopping along with her legs. She'd been here before, many times. The large wooden windmill, abandoned wood facades, empty well, and Sam fighting someone. It was all becoming too much, she heard someone scream near her, Dean pushed past her screaming something she couldn't quite make out. Then came Bobby, he put a hand on her back, then rushed forward as well. Dean turned to her and said something, but what he was saying she couldn't understand. It was like she couldn't hear anything. Like she hit the mute button, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't hear what he was saying. Bobby left her side, joining Dean as they continued further into town.

She shakily followed them onto the all too familiar dirt road and knew what was about to happen. She couldn't stop the screams that ripped out of her, couldn't keep the tears that sprang from her eyes. All she could do was watch. Watch as the love of her life was stabbed, watch as the man sworn to protect his "pain in the ass little brother" caught him when he fell. She was helpless as Sam began to die, her own heart being ripped and torn apart, leaving nothing but a ringing in her ears. She fell to her knees, the cold seeping into her, like death was taking them both. She didn't bother to wipe her eyes, knowing it would be pointless . She screamed at the sky, feeling every part of her break, the silence was broken by one word, "SAAAAMMM!" Dean yelled, all the guilt, pain, and control in his voice, gone. A scared little boy stuck in his place.

That one word haunted Jaime, she'd hear that one word multiple times in her life, and never got it out of her head. She gasped for air; her eyes flying wide, searching the room around her. Landed on Sam, his hard eyes showing every emotion. He was easy to read wearing his large heart on his sleeve, even if it was easily broken. "You're alive?" She asked, her mind still stuck on what she'd just seen. Tears were falling from her eyes, her soul slowly repairing itself.