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Chapter 11
Jess cowered in the corner terrified not just for herself but for her unborn child. She'd been so shocked when the doctor had told her she was pregnant. That was when everything had gone to hell, the doctor's eyes changing to a murky yellow colour and then Jess had woken up in some sort of cell but at least she had a bed and proper facilities. Obviously whoever had her wanted her in good health but was it her health or her babies they were actually concerned with? A part of her wished she hadn't run, that she had stayed with Sam. But Sam wasn't who she'd thought; he'd lied to her the entire time she'd known him. Could she live with that? The way things were going she might never know.
When the door clanged open she pushed herself further away from it, staring as the doctor walked in.
"Hello dear, hope you like your room since it will be your home for the next five months." The man said and she glared at him.
"What do you want with me?" She demanded and he laughed, looking at her still flat stomach.
"Who said I want you little Jessica? I'm far more interested in dear Sammy and the child you're carrying. You're just an incubator so behave. Your needs will be met for the sake of the child you carry." The doctor told her, eyes once again yellow. He smirked and left, leaving Jess to cry silently, wanting Sam to be there, despite the lies.
Sam laughed as Dean ran beside him through the trees, seeing Dean's tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting and Sam knew Dean was laughing too as they raced through the woods. They'd needed this, two months to themselves in the middle of nowhere, no hunts or even other people, just them and nature. They ran until Sam collapsed at the base of a tree, exhausted but feeling better than he had since Stanford. Dean walked over and dropped beside him, his head in Sam's lap. Sam smiled and petted him gently as they both got their breath back. When Sam stopped petting Dean whined and nudged his hand with his head, getting a small chuckle.
"Sorry Dean. Does the puppy want petting?" Sam teased and Dean growled at him making Sam hold his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay!" Sam said before going back to petting him. They sat in silence for ages, just enjoying the sounds of the night before Sam spoke again. "I miss her." He whispered and Dean whined, sitting up to gently nuzzle Sam's face, licking him. Sam laughed shakily and Dean could see the tears in his brothers' eyes. "Come on, we better get back unless you want to walk back naked." Sam told him, wiping at his eyes as he got up. Dean whined sadly but got up and walked beside him. They made it back to their camp and Sam got into his sleeping bag, Dean settling down nearby to keep watch until he changed back.
John snarled in rage. It had been months and nothing. No sightings at all. What had they done, gone to hell where they belonged? He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and slumped down into the chair, flinching when he caught sight of the picture of his boys together. He'd gone to destroy it a thousand times but never could manage it, wanting to keep something of happier times. But sometimes he wondered, had the smiling dark hard boy in the picture ever existed? Or had his baby boy died the night of the fire? He shoved the picture back into his wallet and went back to work, trying to track the monsters that dared wear his sons faces.
TBC…
Short I know but gearing up for the coming action.
