You shook your head as you took everything you knew from Sam about hacking and put it to use. Supposedly Jesse lived in California, so he was probably staying in a nearby motel. You pulled up anything you thought was close enough and tried hacking into their systems.

You were able to get into the current resident list of a few of them and lo and behold, only a ten minute drive from the bunker, in a motel called Sherri's was a tenant named Jesse Reiner.

It was the closest you could find and you were positive he wouldn't be under his own name, so you figured out the room and planned how you were going to get there. You figured you could teleport, but if you did it inside the bunker, Cas or Jack might feel it and you couldn't leave now, because it was almost dinner time and they'd suspect something if you didn't show up for dinner.

So, you packed up some stuff and left it on your bed, planning to make an escape later tonight.

You felt bad for sneaking around Sam and Dean, but something was bothering you about the situation and you felt like you should handle this on your own. It was your problem and you preferred keep it that way.


You grabbed your backpack, containing just a few weapons and Jesse's letter and quietly made your way out of your room.

Sam was on to you, you could tell. He kept giving you looks during dinner and when he explained what had happened earlier with the letter, he said, "Y/N's still trying to figure out what to do about it" forcefully and raised an eyebrow in your direction. You were pretty sure you had been cool about it, but you were still much more careful when you passed his room.

You reached the main room, which was dark, as everyone had gone to bed already. You were halfway up the stairs to the door, when a voice said, "Y/N wait."

Damnit.

You turned around to face Sam, who was walking into the main room, holding a beer. "Hiya Sam."

He smiled, but it was obviously forced. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You tried to play it off, though you knew there was no point. "Out for a walk?"

"With a backpack?"

You shrug, not sure what to do but tell him the truth. "I don't know what to tell you, Sam. I need to go."

"Okay, so let us know. Why are you sneaking out in the middle of the night?"

You walked down a few steps, so that you could see him better in the dark. "Sam you know I don't want to be secretive, but I need to do this on my own. Don't worry, I'll only be gone a couple of hours, maybe less. I was planning on being back before anyone realized I was gone."

"And what were you going to do?" He nodded to the backpack over your shoulder.

"Just talk to him. Tell him that I'm not the one doing this to him, and I don't know how to stop it. The backpack is just a precaution."

"And why did you hide your plan from us?" he asked again.

You crossed your arms. "Sam, I love you guys. I really do. But this… This is my fight. It's my family. So, I'll handle it. And besides, if I told you guys I wanted to see Jesse, you would want to come along. Imagine how it would look if I, the girl he thinks is ruining his life, showed up with the three men who told him he was a demon at ten years old, and then tried to convince him I'm not ruining his life."

Sam chuckled slightly, "That does sound kind of bad."

"So will you let me go?" you questioned.

He sucked in his lips, obviously not happy with the arrangement. "Where are you going?"

"A motel named Sherri's."

He nodded, like he knew the place. "Okay," he checked his watch. "At 2 am, you call. I don't care where you are. Whether you're having a friendly chat with Jesse, back at the bunker, or fighting demons, you'll call me and tell me you're safe, or I'm running out there to get you. Got it?"

You smiled inwardly, both happy that he was going to let you go and grateful that he cared about your safety.

"I promise," you responded, turning back up the stairs and rushing out.

"Oh and Y/N-"

"Yeah?" You paused at the door.

"When you get back, you're going to explain to everyone that you left last night and tell them what happened."

"Wha- But Sam I-"

"Or, I'll go get them now and tell them to stop you. If I'm going to let you go quietly, you're at least going to keep us updated."

You sighed. You really didn't want Jack to know you were sneaking out in the middle of the night and not telling him. He was pretty protective and you promised you wouldn't keep secrets, but you had to leave now. "Okay. Thanks."

Sam nodded as you disappeared through the doorway and sat down at the table, opening his beer. It would be a long night.


Room 134

You knocked timidly on the door. It was dark out and you no doubt looked suspicious, with your backpack and hunched stature.

You tapped your foot restlessly as you heard footsteps behind the door. When he opened it, he held a gun up to you. "Who are you?"

You held up your hands defensively. Not that a gun scared you that much, but if he hit you in the chest or in the head, you could most definitely die. Your father always said, if you are going to get hurt protect your heart, lungs, and brain. Anything else can be healed.

"Jesse Turner?" you looked into his eyes and both of you suddenly fell forward.

"Look," a man was saying. "I don't like it any better than you, but we can't stay here."

"Fine. We'll leave, but we get Mary Ann."

There were two women, standing beside one another, arms crossed. Across from them stood the first man, although he looked considerably younger than the girls.

"You can't just take Mary Ann, I promised I'd look out for-"

"What? Do you think we can't do it?"

They were obviously both frustrated with each other. You, or Jesse, looked down at the bag in your, or his, hands, then to the open window to your left. You started to walk towards it, as the man and women spoke up again.

"You have to take Jesse."

"I can't. He's just… He'd be better off… Safer with you. And I promised I'd-"

"You can't have Mary Ann."

You turned around and gave one last glance towards the door, before sliding through the window and escaping.

When you came back to consciousness, one look at Jesse told you he had had a similar experience. He held the gun, forgotten, at his side and his eyes were slightly glazed over, as if sleepy.

"Are you…?"

You gave him a small smile but it was tight. "I, uh, I have your letter."


Jesse was tall. His hair was brown and his eyes matched the blue on his shirt. He sat down across from you at the circular table in his room.

He set the gun down next to him on the table and you thought of all the ways you could get the gun, should things go wrong. Your training had taught you how to disarm a person in any situation, and him putting the gun down made it all the easier.

He cleared his throat when he saw you staring and you looked back at him. "So, Y/N. What do you want?"

You leaned back in your chair. "To talk. I wanted to let you know that I am not the person doing this and the person I believe who set up this," you gestured between you two, "arrangement between us is dead, so I have no leads on how to stop it."

"Who do you think did this?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"My father."

"Why?" You shrugged and reached for your backpack, to which he wildly grabbed his gun and pointed it at you. "Don't move!"

You decided that playing the victim was not going to help, so you clenched your jaw and sat back upright. "Do you really think that's going to kill me?"

His eyes flashed with fear and you remembered that Jesse was living the normal life of a college student. He probably barely knew how to fire a gun, much less was he willing to shoot someone.

"What are you?" he asked.

"The same as you."

"A cambion?" He lowered the gun slightly.

You sighed. "Yes and you really need to learn what you're doing."

His eyebrows creased. "What do you-?"

"You're holding the gun wrong," you interrupted. "But that's not why I'm here and if you don't mind, I'd like to grab something from my backpack."

You stared at him, waiting for permission. It took him a minute to realize what you were asking, nod, and let you get your phone. 1:46 am.

You waved your phone in front of him. "Just wanted to check the time."

He carefully put the gun down again and you gave him a smile.

"Jesse. I'm not here to hurt you, to ask you questions, to ruin your life, nothing. I'm here to tell you, that we're in the same boat. And there's nothing I can do about it, so you might as well head on back to California and move on with your life. Maybe after a while these visions of each others' pasts will stop and we can just… forget we ever met."

He sighed and said, "I don't know if I can forget. Are you truly a cambion?"

You nodded.

"And you think your father did this to us?"

You nodded again.

"How did you know that I was a cambion?"

You bit your lip, suddenly aware of what you had gotten yourself into. "Well… in my first vision of you I saw you writing that letter to me. I guess you've been dealing with this longer than I have. Anyway, when you were writing the letter, all I could make out was the signature at the bottom. So, I talked to some of my friends and they said they knew you. That you were just like me."

"What? How could they know me? No one knows what I am-"

"It's Sam and Dean Winchester," you blurted out. "And their angel friend, Cas. They said they were the ones that found out who you were. And they told you. And they were there when you ran away from home."

His eyes widened. "That was, like, 9 years ago."

You nodded. "They didn't think you were still alive. But when I had that vision, they told me about you. Their encounter with you."

He felt angry. Not raging or even dangerous, but something was bubbling, you could tell.

"They attacked me, they lied to me, and you're friends with them?"

You held your hands up in defense. "Woah, they told me Cas attacked you… well, and your mom. But they just wanted to help. And come on, wouldn't you have lied to a kid who didn't know what they were doing?"

He didn't respond, only chewed on the inside of his lip. He finally attempted to change the subject.

"You're much calmer now… then you were the last time I saw you."

"The last time you saw me?" you asked.

He chuckled. "Well yeah. I've been searching for you for almost a year. About 6 months back I found you in Belleville, but when I went to approach you, you suddenly disappeared. And when I found your apartment, it was destroyed and you were gone."

You frowned and remembered one of your visions. The one were you were in an alleyway. You felt a presence feel fear and then disappear. You then thought back to the day you found Eva in your apartment.

"That was you! That day, when I transported back home and got my father's letter. You were the person I tried to get away from. The person that I couldn't see, but could feel their rage."

"I thought you were doing something to me. Had me under some curse or something. I just wanted to make it stop."

You could understand him there. "Fine. Well, now that that's all cleared up, I would like to go home. And you should too."

"So what? That's it?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I just didn't want you coming after me with pitchforks after you realized that I couldn't do anything."

"Y/N, why are we connected?"

You moved to leave, but he grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. "I don't know Jesse, and honestly, I don't care. Whatever we're connected for… it's not good. You've heard about our destiny, haven't you?"

He pulled away. "I can't just 'not care'. This whole thing… It ruined my life. I dropped out of college, all my friends think I've gone insane, or I'm dying, or something. I needed this to be over."

"I'm sorry Jesse. But unless you have some way to ask your dad what is going on down in hell. We're both screwed."

Your phone started buzzing. You sighed. 2:00.

You decided to just pick it up. "Hey Sam."

"Y/N. Everything okay?"

"Yep, it's fine."

"Are you on your way home?"

"...Yeah. Be there in a few."

You hung up the phone and looked at Jesse. You felt bad for the boy. Not once, but twice his life had been destroyed because of his father's meddling.

You reached down for a pen and scribbled something on a motel paper. "This is my number. It's the best I can do for you Jesse. If these visions are still bugging you, give me a call when they happen. And if you need anything else… call me then, too. But I have to go."

He nodded and took the paper. "Thanks for your help, I guess."

You transported yourself out of there in a second. You arrived just outside the bunker and wrapped your arms around yourself, making your way inside.