Dark Heart

*This is a CSI NY/Supernatural crossover. I do not own either of them. No not even a little! Too bad, what I could do to those men!!! I needs to get me a dungeon!!! Maybe I'll just write myself one in a fic……

Thanks for reading everyone! I would love some input about whether you like Jessie with Mac, Sam or neither……. Sorry but I have a thing for love or just lust triangles. I enjoy Tension!!! Thanks again!!!!!

Chapter 11 – You're so beautiful…..

It had been a few hours since Flack had walked into Jessie's apartment. Jessie was still in her room. The game had ended and he was wandering around checking the locks on the windows. He shook his head at the salt lines in front of each window. "Seriously everyone is losing their freaking minds." Flack turned around quickly and scanned the room. Nothing. He could have sworn he'd heard something. "Great, now I'm going nuts too!" Just then Jessie screamed.

When Flack burst into her room gun drawn he found Jessie cowering on her bed. Standing beside the bed and directly in front of Flack stood a tall, dark haired man dressed in a suit and trench coat. It wasn't Denton, but Flack wasn't taking any chances. This guy had gotten in to a locked apartment, unseen. "Ok, you got thirty seconds to give me a really good reason not to shoot you."

The man looked from Jessie to Flack. He showed no fear. "I am Castiel." No emotion, no change in his demeanor.

Flack looked at him like he was crazy. "So what the hell's that supposed to mean to me?"

Jessie put her hand to her face. "You're Dean's, um, friend." Castiel only nodded. Jessie turned to the Detective. "He's one of the good guys Detective." Jessie stared at Castiel. "I need a drink." Jessie got up and headed to the kitchen, oblivious to the fact that she wore only a small white tank top and matching boy shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, something she rarely did and Flack caught sight of the vicious scar the marked her neck as she passed.

He returned his gaze to Castiel, only to find the man no longer there. "What the…" He turned and looked into the other room and could see Castiel standing near the kitchen counter. "How the hell did you do that?" Flack asked moving to his side.

Jessie grabbed 2 beers out of the fridge and placed them on the counter. "Easy, he's an Angel." Jessie went to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Pouring herself a shot she looked to Flack who shook his head no. She quickly downed it.

Flack looked back and forth between the 2. He finally holstered his weapon. "Are you fucking with me?"

Jesssie shook her head no. "Hence my need for a drink." She popped the caps on the beers and handed one to Flack. She drank half her bottle before setting it down. Flack looked at her slightly concerned. "What? I have a dead stalker and his demon minions after me. I find out I'm related to Jesus, and now I have an Angel in my living room. Me thinks I've earned this!" She held up the beer and took another long swig.

"Fair enough." Flack said smirking. He turned to Castiel. "You need to wear a flipping bell or something."

"So I am told." Castiel continued to watch Jessie.

Flack looked at Jessie. She seemed a little pale and he thought he saw her hand shake. "You ok?" She just looked back at him. 'Ah, you know I was there that day with Denton. I'm so sorry about your Mother." Good one Flack, remind her of her Mother's tragedy.

Jessie saw the concern and regret. She reached across and patted his hand. "Well then I should say Thank-you for saving my life Detective."

Flack smiled at the young woman. She made him feel at peace. Castiel noticed it too. "Call me Don." Flack stated.

"As long as you call me Jessie." Flack nodded. Jessie turned to Castiel. "So Castiel why are you here? I mean, I appreciate it and all, but I thought you were out looking for, um, someone." Jessie tried to cover the fact that he was searching for God from the good detective. She didn't know how much more he could take.

"Sam called me and asked me to come. You are related to my father." Castiel once again showed no emotion.

"So they tell me." Jessie shrugged.

"I can sense it in you. The demons can as well, that's how they found you." Castiel reached across the counter and touched the scar lightly. "I promise to do everything I can to keep you safe."

Jessie smiled. "I know you would. Thank-you."

At the sound of a key in the lock the group turned toward the door. Flack's hand rested on his gun. Sam, Dean, and Bobby entered looking disheveled, and worn out. Jessie looked at them and noticed a large cut above Sam's eyebrow.

"What the hell?" Jessie rushed over to the group and lead Sam to the couch where he sat down tiredly.

"It was an ambush. When we went in the house we were jumped by a bunch of demons." Sam looked down.

Bobby grumbled as he went to the fridge. "I'd like to know how they found out we were going there." He opened the fridge and took out 2 beers. He handed one to Dean and placed one against his temple.

Jessie went into the bathroom and returned to Sam with a first aid kit. "And your friend?" Jessie knew the answer, but still had to ask.

Sam didn't look up but just shook his head.

"I'm sorry." It was barely a whisper. How many people had to die she wondered. Mother, their friend, who would be next? How many people would have to be in danger because of her. Jessie took out the antiseptic and moved in between Sam's legs. "Look up." She commended.

Sam looked up and found himself staring at Jessie's cleavage. He just hoped that Dean didn't notice as well. The snicker from across the room told him he had. Sam swallowed trying to think of things other then Jessie standing in front of him scantily dressed.

"Sam?" Jessie was looking at him funny. "Did you hear me?"

Sam hadn't. "Sorry. What did you say?' Sam shook off the thoughts he was having.

"I said the butterfly tape should hold, but if it opens again you'll need stitches."

"Hey Cas, nice of you to join us." Dean noticed his friend when the detective moved to the door. "Hey detective, thanks again."

"Don't mention it. I still say this is the craziest thing I've ever heard, but ah, be safe guys." Don looked at Jessie. "If you need anything, you call ok?"

Jessie smiled. "Thanks Don. You be safe too."

Don smiled and shut the door behind him.

Jessie crossed to the fridge and took out a couple of beers. "I think we should call it a night gang." Jessie got up on her tiptoes and gave Bobby a peck on his cheek. "I'm glad you guys are ok. I don't think I could have handled it if something happened to you."

Sam looked at her as she walked back to the couch. Her eyes were filled with tears. He took the beers from her hands and placed them behind her on the coffee table. "What's wrong?"

Jessie rubbed furiously at her eyes and shook her head. "I just can't believe you guys could have been killed, because of me."

Sam took her hand and tilted her head till she returned his gaze. "Listen to me. None of this is your fault. I mean it. We're not going to die." Sam noticed her nod.

"And anyways." Dean added. "Even if we do die, we never stay dead long."

Bobby smacked Dean upside the back of his head. "Idjit!" Dean just grumbled and moved to the bathroom shutting the door.

Jessie smiled at the absurdity of the situation. "Castiel do you need a place to sleep?" Jessie looked around trying to think of somewhere for the Angel to crash.

"I do not require sleep. I will speak with Dean and then leave for the night." Castiel attempted a smile. "Thank-you for thinking of me."

"Well, goodnight everybody." Jessie went in to her bedroom and sat on her bed, leaning back against her pillows.

Sam got up and grabbed the beers following Jessie in to her room. He didn't miss the look of amusement on Bobby's face as he shut the door.

The room was dimly lit. Only the lamp on Jessie's nightstand gave it a slight glow. Sam popped the caps on the beers and handed one to Jessie. He put his on the nightstand on his side of the bed and then stripped off his dirty t-shirt. Did Jessie's mouth just drop slightly… No he thought. Just his hopeful imagination. He climbed on the bed and grabbed his beer. He looked to his right when he felt Jessie snuggling up to him. Oh god he thought. He was in trouble. The thin material of the tank top barely concealed the feel of her body against his. Jessie's fingers brushed over a bruise on his chest. It felt like fire to Sam. This was not good. He had to stop this or he might do something he'd regret. Well, that Jessie might regret. "Um, Jessie, Maybe we should just go to sleep." Sam looked down at her.

Jessie stared up at him. She felt confused. How could she have feelings for Sam, when she felt so strongly for Mac. Maybe this was that rebound thing. Her subconscious was looking for confirmation that a man would want her. Or maybe it was just the chiseled chest under her hand that she'd never noticed. Either way these were definitely not sisterly thoughts in her head right now.

Sam continued to stare back. "Damn it." He leaned down and kissed her deeply. He groaned slightly when she returned the kiss just as passionately. He barely managed to not drop his beer as he put it blindly on the nightstand behind him. He shifted down in the bed. Jessie ended up on top, pressed against him. He didn't mind. His hand ran along her side. She shivered in response. He grabbed the clasp holding up her hair and prayed he wouldn't hurt her. Her hair tumbled down around her face. He stared into her eyes. "You're so beautiful." He rasped.

A/N – I hope you liked it, I warned you, I like triangles……