Jamie stared at the timer that sat on the edge of Bobby's desk with unblinking eyes. It had been hours and twenty-three minutes since Cas sent Dean and Sam back to 1861, and Jamie was about to go out of her mind. She couldn't help it; she was worried and bored and didn't know what to do with herself. Back on her own world, she had things to occupy her time, and a job to keep her busy. But here, in Bobby's house there was nothing to do; he had books, but they were non-fiction books. She knew that even if she did read them, all of the information wouldn't stick with her already occupied mind. Though, she reasoned, since she was stuck here she might as well brush up on the local lore - but maybe some other time.
Jamie fell back into the chair with an explosive sigh, her long locks of hair flying out from behind her ears. If she didn't look at it or think about it, it would go by faster. And the faster the time went by, the faster Dean would be back and the faster she would be able to breathe again.
"So you really are that idjiot's kid, huh?" Bobby voiced from behind his desk as he looked at Jamie with a sharp eye.
Jamie popped up into a sitting position, her golden mane flying with her. "That's what Castiel says," she agreed after a moment.
"Do you agree?" Bobby asked, being a brown-nosier of sorts.
Jamie puffed out her cheeks in contemplation. "I don't know," she finally breathes out, looking to the floor. "He looks just like my Dad, even acts like him and has some of the same interests. I know that he's not the Father that I knew, the one who raised me; but my heart tells me different." she looked at Bobby, her expression lost and confused.
"I don't know about these Alternate Worlds," Bobby told her. "But you look that and you act like him."
"Looks and personality aren't everything, Bobby." Jamie countered; she didn't know why she tried to deny it; she loved Dean, just like she loved her Dad. Her brain said that this wasn't real, that Dean wasn't or Bobby or Cas or Sam, all of it. The explosion thing that brought her here could have given her a head injury, and she could be in her world in a coma, imagining all of this. She hadn't even seen a real monster after all. Even though her brain knew that this couldn't be possible, her heart was telling her otherwise.
"Jamie?" Bobby asked gently.
Jamie shook her head, quickly standing up form the chair. "I'm going to go for a walk," she informed his turned and quickly striding to the door. She stood in the doorway for a second. "I'm taking Bullet with me; he'll get fat if he doesn't go for a walk every once in a while!" she called back, slamming the door behind her.
Jamie had lost track of time; she had no idea how, as worried about Dean's welfare as she was. But it had happened, without her knowing - thinking about all that had happened in the past two days, all of the feelings that had transpired throughout that short time period. And Jamie couldn't believe that it had only been two days, so much had happened. She liked Bobby, his gruff exterior but she knew he had a soft side just like Dean. Castiel may have be the complete opposite of Misha, but just as likable. Sam . . . Jamie was still having mixed feeling about him. On one hand, she tried to like him on that fact that he was Dean's younger brother and he tried to do right.
Jamie sighed as she scratched Bullet's chest, the German Sheppard pup's tail wagging with pleasure at the attention. She couldn't help but smile at his goofy dog-grin. She had always wanted a dog, but she wasn't able because they lived in a trailer on a production set. She didn't blame her Dad, how could she; he was her life. She forced the smile to stay on her face for Bullet's sake. She gave him one last pat before she stood up and walked up Bobby's porch; she door slammed behind her. When Bobby didn't chew her head off, she figured that he must have gone into town.
She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and went to the sink intending to turn on the cold tap, but instead let out a yelp of surprise. The glass slipped from her hand as Cas nearly appeared on top of her. He braced himself against the counter top awkwardly as if he were injured.
"Cas?" she asked in concern, forgetting about the broken glass as she came around to his front.
A pained expression marred his face. "I am alright," he grunted out.
Jamie shot him a disapproving look; he was clearly lying. "You need to sit down," she said, carefully putting his arm over her shoulder to help support him.
Having no other choice, Cas let her lead him to the cot that lay in the corner of Bobby's office. Jamie tried to lower him as carefully as she could, which was slightly hard as he was way too heavy for her and he seemed to be getting weaker by the minute. He hit the blankets with a grunt, leaning back as he tried to lessen the pressure off his wound. And that was when Jamie saw it; the front left side of his white dress-shirt was covered in dark crimson blood, the material under his left breast was torn as well as the flesh underneath.
Jamie gasped and dropped to her knees in front of Castiel, and pressed her hands against the wound. Cas grunted in pain as fresh blood seeped through her fingers. "Why isn't it healing?" she asked, panicked.
"Holy-knife," a grimace colored his features. "Rachel ambushed me."
A scowl flashed across Jamie's face.
"I will heal in time," he tired to reassure.
Jamie glanced at the timer that was on the corner of Bobby's desk; she didn't want to be selfish or anything, but time was running out. "Isn't there something you can do to heal faster?" she asked. Castiel looked at her and looked at where her eyes kept flickering; a guilty look crossed her face. "I know but, but you said that you had to get them back on the dot or you wouldn't be able bring them back at all."
Cas nodded. "There is something, but it is very dangerous."
"Okay," Jamie nodded willing to do anything. "What is it? What do you need?"
Castiel looked at her for a long moment. "Your soul,"
"What?" she exclaimed. "I am not selling my soul!" she wanted to pull her hands away, to back up, but this was still Cas and she had to have had heard wrong.
"Your soul is a type of energy source," Cas explained calmly. "If I can harness some of that energy, I will be able to heal in time to bring Dean and Sam back."
"So you don't need the whole thing?" she said faintly.
Castiel shook his head. "I just need some of its energy."
She nodded her consent. "What do I have to do?"
"This is very dangerous," he warned, slowly sitting up with Jamie's help. "Your soul is equivalent to that of millions of small nuclear missiles; if I make one mistake you will explode and we will both die."
Jamie swallowed down the sudden lump in her throat, but a glance at the timer dashed away any of her fears. "I'll be still," she promised.
"Sit next to me," he instructed.
Jamie nodded, and with her hands still over his wound, she sat down next to him, making sure to face him.
"You must be still," he warned, placing a comforting and supporting hand on her shoulder.
She swallowed again and nodded. She took a few deep breaths before braced herself before she let her eyes slip closed - she nodded again. Castiel looked at her face, young and innocent and so trusting. He took a second to center himself, before closing his own eyes. He placed his hand on her stomach and it slowly started to melt into her center - into her soul.
Her face grimaced in discomfort, but he pushed his hand in further until everything below the elbow. He breached her soul and her face was now contorted pain, but she kept still - forced herself to keep still. Jamie could explain this feeling, it was undescribable. She wanted to scream and jerk away, but the thought of never seeing dean again kept her still. She didn't know how long it had been going for, but instinct override her fear for the lose of Dean. Her soul tried to fight it, tried to fight the intrusion. It surprised Cas, he should have expected resistance - it was only natural - but never this stronge. His hand twitched and he waited for it all to end, but it didn't and his would healed. His pulled his hand free.
Jamie gasped in shock and sudden relief and the intrusion left and the break was sealed. Something felt odd inside, but she put it off to have something inside of her soul - whatever that felt like - which was apparently this. She took her now bloody hands from Cas's newly healed wound and placed them against her own stomach, making sure that it was whole.
The door slammed as Bobby finally came home, and just as he walked into his library, Sam appeared next to him and Dean was not too far behind. Dean jumped up from the floor, his arm held high as he presented everyone with his trophy - a bottle filled with Phoenix ashes.