The Winchester Code

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Chapter Twelve

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

Dean was definitely going crazy.

After we got home, he went downstairs. Alex and I stayed in the kitchen to tell Missouri what happened. Dad had taken the kids to watch some TV in the living room.

"I see her," Dean said as he burst through the basement door and into the kitchen.

"Who," Alex asked. He had scared us all a little by being so forward with it.

"Jess. She's here! She's talking to me."

I looked around. Nope, no Jess. "Dean," I said calmly. I think he was suffering from a mental breakdown. "Jess is gone. The demon took her. What you're seeing… it's not real."

"And neither is that necklace you got Alex for Christmas this year," a familiar voice said. "Start believing, Sam."

My head spun around the room only to find Jess sitting on the kitchen counter. "What," I asked. "How can you be there? You're dead."

She smiled at me and shook her head. "Nope. Nice try though."

"How'd-"

"Sam," Alex asked. "Who are you talking to?"

I shook my head to come back to 'real' life. "Uh- Jess," I said and scratched my head.

"I'm in your head, Sammy," Jess said. "Listen, I just need you guys to-"

"What," Alex asked.

"First, tell her to shut up. I love her, but seriously. Life and death here," Jess told me.

"Sam," Alex asked.

This was definitely going to give me a headache.

"Alex, shush. I need to talk to Jess, okay," I asked. A little harsh, yeah… but like Jess said: life and death.

"Listen," Jess told me. "Come with weapons. This demon is middle level – but it's smart. Just say a Latin Our Father and have Alex find a spell. And add a little spice – you know, holy water, salt in the eye."

I nodded. This was easy enough.

"Oh yeah, Sam," she asked.

"What?"

"Don't tell Dean but… uh…"

"What?"

"You're saving two people. Me and the baby."

That hit me like a sack a bricks. "You're joking right?"

"Yeah, of course I'm kidding," Jess said sarcastically. "What do you think?"

"Sorry," I mumbled. "We'll be there soon."

"Either that or I'm haunting your-"

"What'd she say," Dean asked. I didn't exactly notice – especially since I was talking to myself – but Dean was just short of bouncing off the walls. "Sam? What'd she say?!"

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

Once Sam told us everything that Jess said, we were off.

"What spell are you going to use," Sam asked me in Martin's study.

"I think I know which one Jess was talking about. But it's risky," I answered as I flipped through Martin's ancient spell book.

"How risky," he asked and came to stand behind me.

"It has side effects," I answered indirectly.

"What kind, Alex," he asked in the tone that made me answer. Or else.

"It makes three people loose part of their memory. And since the spell is mostly cast to save loved ones, the memory that disappears is most commonly about loved ones."

"Who are those three," he asked.

"The castor, the one who is being saved, and a bystander."

"You, Jess, and someone else?"

I nodded. That's how the spell worked.

"Any upsides?"

"Kills the demon."

He nodded. "Can we get your memory back somehow? Another spell?"

I thought for a second. "You can only help me bring it back."

"How?"

"By doing things we normally do. Act as if I've only gotten amnesia."

"All this for Jess and a baby," he sighed.

"Jess and a what," I asked. Jess didn't tell me about any baby.

"I wasn't supposed to say that," Sam said but it came out in a blur.

"Well, you did. Now spill," I demanded.

Sam gave in and told me everything Jess had told him – which wasn't all that much. So I didn't miss out. Good thing or her rear would be grass.

But she was pregnant! Oh, the joys! That and I was going to be an aunt – finally! It only took her and Dean forever to get things straight. Not to be mean, but it did.

Before we left, Sam and I gave the kids each a hug and a kiss. I felt horrible and I could tell Sam did too. We haven't been spending a lot of time with them lately. I made a mental note to spend more time with our kids. Family came first.

"Ready," Dean asked. He was leaning against the hood of the Impala, eager to go. Sam and I glanced at each other.

If he only knew he was a daddy, he'd be ten times more worried than he already is. And then if he knew that Jess, me, and possibly him or Sam were to loose our memories today... well, that'd just top the icing.

"Yeah," I answered for me and my husband.

"Let's roll," Dean said before walking around and getting in his car.

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

We got to this stupid, god-forsaken building. I hated this place. It was holding her hostage. And I was going to break her free.

I was first out of my car, closely followed by Sam and Alex. We met up at the trunk.

"You know what to do, right," I asked them. I was just supposed to rescue Jess. They were going to do all the hocus pocus.

Sam nodded. "Good," I told them. "Stay close."

I started in and they followed. Operation Saving Miss Jess was underway.

When I entered the room that was obviously the demon's hideout (it reeked of sulfur), I peered inside. On one wall there were symbols. I assume they're for sacrifices. On a third wall, there was one large symbol – probably representing the demon. All the symbols looked as if they were marked in blood.

In the middle of the room, there was an altar that was prepped for sacrificing a human. But it wasn't happening today.

I managed to get a look at the far wall. There Jess was chained up. She had rope around her ankles and wrists. There was a bag over her head. Her arms had been cut open for blood. Oh God. I could handle beheading a vampire in human form, but I couldn't handle this.

So I would just have to suck it up.

I signaled to Dad. He and I spun into the room, guns raised. Sam and Alex followed, covering our back.

"All clear," Dad said once we looked behind the altar. He went to keep watch on the door. Sam and Alex positioned themselves in separate corners so they could simultaneously say their prayer/spell and not get wiped out in one shot.

I, on the other hand, hopped, skipped, and sprinted over to Jess.

"Sweetie," I asked. Whoa, super sappy. "Jess?"

I heard her moan. I took the bag off her head. "Hon?" Her eyes blinked open and she mumbled something incoherent. I shushed her and used my knife to cut the bindings she had on before taking the gag out of her mouth.

She didn't say anything or even move that much as I lifted her up. "Don't fret," I recited from the superhero theme song we had made together. "Dean's here and he's your best bet. Not to mention he's dead set on ending that threat." Okay, cheesy and crappy – I know. But we had so much fun making it; I figured it'd cheer her up.

She gave me a weak smile.

"Bastard Winchester," a dark voice taunted. "Never thought I'd see you here. Guess taking your grandkids hit a nerve, huh?"

I turned around with my fiancé still in my arms. The demon was taunting Dad. And Dad was trying to keep it distracted.

I could hear the faint sounds of Alex saying the spell in the corner. I caught the tail end, "Blessed be, Good Mother."

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

I knew bits and pieces of what was happening. Dean was holding me. Sam was finishing the Our Father. Alex finished her spell. And then John aimed the gun and shot.

I read Alex's mind. She knew the Our Father and the spell would work together. But when John shot the demon with the bullet made of salt and dipped in holy water, it ended him once and for all.

The demon shrieked louder than could be imagined.

And then it was done.

And something else had happened.

I opened my eyes only to find myself looking in a stranger's eyes.

"Who are you," I asked.

He became confused. "Jess? What's wrong?"

"Dean," John said. I remember John. And I remember Alex. And I remember Sam. And Mary and Tommy and Taylor and Ma and Pa. And Missouri and Martin, too. I just didn't know who was holding me.

"Who's he," I asked John. "Why's he holding me?"

"Jess," John said. "This is Dean. He's my son. You're hurt so he's going to help you, okay?"

I took one good look at this Dean before saying, "Okay."

John ran over to Sam and Alex. Apparently something had happened to them too. I heard John introduce them. They didn't know each other? That's impossible. They have three kids together!

Suddenly, my brain was starting to hurt. Not only that, but my stomach was getting queasy. I had recently found out morning sickness lasted all day.

I looked back up to Dean and found him staring at me. "I'm pretty, huh," I asked sarcastically.

"Gorgeous," he said with a smile. I think he was being funny, but there was a bit of truth in his voice.

"I'm going to sleep, Dean," I told him. I was tired, had a headache, and my baby was acting up.

"Not just yet," Dean said.

I shushed him and gave into sleep.

All night I dreamt about a man. But I didn't know who he was. I loved him – I could tell. But I couldn't place him. And one question ran rapid through my head: was he the baby's father?

When I woke up, I ran to the bathroom. Immediately, I was tossing my… well, whatever was in my stomach. When that was over, I sat back and noticed that all the cuts on my arms were expertly wrapped. I didn't do that. And then I noticed I was wearing pajamas. I didn't do that either.

"Are you okay," I heard a sleep filled male voice from the other room.

"Dean," I asked. I saw him come in. He was wearing boxers. Yum. His body was to die for. Too bad he wasn't mine.

He sat down next to me and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "You're sick again?"

"Morning sickness," I explained. "I'm about a week pregnant."

His eyes became saucers. "You're what?"

"Pregnant. You know, with a baby?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know," he said and blinked until his eyes got back to normal size. "I just thought we were more careful."

Dean was my baby's daddy?