"Stop turning it down, Sam!" Jamie whined from the backseat of the Impala.
"Yeah, Sam." Dean taunted his brother with a wide grin as Toto's classic, Hold The Line, blasted throughout the car as he sped down the highway a few notches above the legal speed limit.
Sam ran a hand down his face as he let out an exhausted sigh. "Guys, it's midnight. It's too late for this right now."
"Never too late for some Toto, Sammy." Dean said as he turned the radio up some more. Rover barked in response.
"See, even the dog agrees it's too loud." Sam exclaimed.
"Rover is just singing along." Jamie said as she ruffled the fur on the back Rover's neck.
Sam turned to face her in the back. "How can you even still be awake? You've hardly slept all week."
"Have too. You were just asleep when I was." She exclaimed.
"You were still awake when Sam slept, though." Dean piped up.
Jamie threw him a glare. "You just had to give me away, huh? Even after I backed you with the radio?"
Dean let out a heavy sigh before turning down the radio. "Get some sleep, Jamie."
"What?" She gaped in disbelief. "One minute, we're ganging up on Sam and jamming to some good music and now you want me to sleep?"
"Yes." The brothers said unison.
Jamie rolled her eyes. "You guys are such moms, I swear." She grumbled as she say back in her seat and laid her head against the window. Within moments, Jamie's sleep deprivation gave in and she was out like a light. An hour or two later, Sam was out as well. Dean decided to pull into a motel and call it a night as well.
The moment the oldest Winchester opened the door to go grab the duffel bags in the back, Sam woke up. He looked around and realized where he was and got out to help. After the unpacked their things inside, Sam went to wake up Jamie. He figured all she needed to wake up was the sound of even one door opening, but apparently she was still knocked out.
Dean then walked over. "Jamie?" Rover woke up and jumped out of the Impala, running into the motel room, but Jamie stayed asleep. "She dead or something?"
Sam let out an amused huff of breath. "I think she's just...exhausted."
"Hm. That's a first." Dean mused. "So, what? We shake her awake?"
"No, I got this." Sam said as he unbuckled her seatbelt carefully and lifted her bridal-style from the car.
Dean shut the car door behind them and watched in awe as Jamie fell limp in his arms as they walked to the room. "Dude, if she wakes up and stabs you..."
"She's not gonna stab me, Dean."
Dean shrugged as they walked inside. "Your funeral."
Sam had carried Jamie with ease and laid her out on the bed nearest the door before bringing the sheets from the bed and laying them over her. Jamie stirred lightly and Dean snickered when Sam stiffened. When it turned out she was just moving to pull the blankets closer to her, Sam softened and slowly backed away to click off the lamp on the night stand.
"Wanna beer?" Dean asked once Jamie was tucked in the bed.
Sam shrugged before Dean walked out of the room to grab the beers in the back of the Impala he had boughten for the road. The two brothers ended up talking and drinking at the dining table. It was nearing two in the morning when Rover started pawing at Dean's pant leg. Dean kept glaring down at him, but the dog wouldn't get the hint to screw off.
Sam chuckled. "I think he's hungry."
"Well, what the hell am I supposed to feed him?" Sam shrugged. Dean looked around the room and settled in just pouring some beer into Rover's small bowl. "There. Leave me alone." He grumbled before talking his seat next to Sam again.
"If you kill the dog, Jamie will murder you."
Dean shrugged. "Rover isn't going to die. It's just beer." As if on cue, Rover ran over to Dean's leg after having drunk all the beer in the bowl and began pawing at him again. "What do you want this time? I already fed you." Rover whined before barfing on Dean's leg. "Oh, son of a bitch!" He cursed as he abruptly stood from the table.
Sam was laughing until Dean shouted a bit too loud. He took a quick glance to Jamie who, surprisingly, was still asleep. "Dude," He swatted his brother. "Keep it down."
"Keep it do-" Dean cut himself off. "The damn dog puked on me."
"You fed him beer."
"What are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know, lock him in the restroom so he barfs in the bathtub?" Sam suggested.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, good idea." Dean then lifted Rover as if he were a sick baby and held him arms length away into the restroom where he shut the door for him to stay and puke in the bathtub. "Problem solved."
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna get some shut eye, and so should you." He told him as he finished off his beer and walked over to the bed, not even bothering to dress into his sweats before sliding in beside Jamie, careful not to wake her.
Dean waited an hour before calling it a night. He was buzzed, which made it easier to fall asleep and stay asleep. He was so out of it, he hadn't noticed Jamie wake up around five in the morning to use the restroom. When Jamie had woken up at first, she was in shock to find herself curled up in a motel bed and not in the back of Dean's Impala. She had thought someone had kidnapped her, but when she realized both brothers were asleep in the room as well, she planned on murdering whoever carried her.
When Jamie walked into the restroom, she was unpleasantly surprised to find her dog barfing in the bathtub. "Rover, what-" She cut herself when she sniffed the air. "Did you drink beer?" Rover coughed and barfed in the tub some more in response. "Dean..." She grumbled before using the restroom and washing off her hands. She had just shut off the sink when she heard the motel room door opening and closing quietly from outside the bathroom. Was someone leaving or was someone breaking in?
She quickly shut the bathroom light off and barely opened the door to peak outside. Sure enough, two men with shotguns and ski masks had snuck into the motel room and were now checking the room. Jamie darted her eyes around the room to try and find her duffel bag. Thankfully, it was under Dean's bed and out of view. They would think the two brothers were alone making it easy for her to attack when they least expected.
The first man pointed to Sam as he made his way to carefully pull Dean's gun from under his pillow. Jamie scrunched her face in confusion. How had he known to do that? Ponce he put it into his pocket, Sam began to stir. The one guarding him stiffened and cocked his gun. "Stand down, Sam." He spoke.
Sam quickly sat up and looked around the room. Jamie knew he was searching for her, but kept quiet when he realized she was nowhere to be seen. He sat on the bed with his hands up. He opened his mouth to say something when Dean suddenly stirred awake. He reached under his pillow, but became aware of his surroundings when the man holding a gun to him spoke up. "Looking for this?" Dean watched as he emptied out the bullets and tossed it aside.
"'Morning." He said in a groggy voice as he sat up. He seemed to look around the room for any signs of the one person missing in the room as well, but Jamie was sure to stay hidden in the restroom.
"Shut up," The man hissed. "Hands wherei can see 'em." He ordered.
Jamie watched as recognition flashed across Dean's face. "Wait a minute...is that you Roy?" He asked the hooded man pointing a gun at him. "It is isn't it? Which makes you Walt." He turned to the other man holding a gun to Sam. "Hiya Walt."
Jamie was extremely confused. Dean knew these guys? If so, why were they doing this. Roy and Walt exchanged looks before pulling off their masks. "Don't matter..." Walt muttered bitterly. That's when Jamie's stomach churned. If they didn't care they knew who they were and what they looked like, they planned on leavi without having someone on their trail. They planned on killing the brothers.
"Well, is it just me or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked in a light joking matter.
Walt ignored Dean as he glared at the younger Winchester brother in front of him. "You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" So, that's why they were here. They were bitter...
"Who told you that?" Sam asked.
"We ain't the only hunters after you." Walt exchanged a glance at Roy as he cocked his gun. Jamie took that moment to slowly creep her way out of the restroom and hide beside the drawer where Roy stood. No one seemed to notice her until Walt said, "See you in the next life."
Jamie then jumped up and grabbed the barrel of Roy's gun, pointi it up at the roof before elbowing him in the face and kicking him back. She then used the butt of the rifle she got from Roy and knocked the gun Walt had fixed on Sam away from him. Roy got up from behind Jamie and she quickly spun around to aim the gun at him. "Not today, asshat." She was so fixated on Roy she didn't notice Walt had raised his shotgun up at her before the round was fired straight into her back. "NO!" Sam cried out.
Jamie dropped the gun in her hands and looked down at her abdomen where small spots of blood began to form into a large spot in her white shirt growing as her body became numb. "Third times a charm..." She took her final breath before falling to the ground lifelessly.
Sam began to sit up on the bed which caused Walt to take action and shoot him in the chest. Sam flew back into the headboard at the impact and was dead in an instant. Dean sat up and stared at his brother's dead body. Roy had already pulled himself onto his feet again and aimed his gun at the him. "Stay the hell down." He barked.
"Shoot him." Walt ordered him.
Roy looked at him in confusion. "Killing Sam was right, and the girl was gonna kill us, but Dean..."
"They made us. And we just snuffed his brother and little girl you idiot." Walt exclaimed. "You wanna spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester's on your ass 'cause I sure don't. Shoot him." He repeated.
Dean took his eyes off of Sam to look at the man in front of him. He could see Jamie's dead body lying on the floor, but tried to keep his eyes on Roy. "Go ahead, Roy. Do it." He encouraged him. "But I'm gonna warn you...when I come back, I'm gonna be pissed." Dean then looked pointedly at Jamie's body. "And so will she." Roy gulped as he looked hesitantly at Jamie's body at his feet. "Come on! Let's get this show on the road." Roy hesitated some more, but when Dean shouted one last time, "Come on, already!" Walt moved forward and shot the Winchester himself.
When Jamie woke up, it was as if she was waking up from a long nap. It was way too bright for her to be back in the motel room and the surface she was lying on was somehow too flat and itchy. As she slowly lifted herself off her her face, she realized she was lying on a picnic blanket spread out in front of an old cottage. What the hell? How did she get here?
Jamie began to sit up all the way until she was standing on her feet. She looked around, trying to pinpoint why the hell this random ass house in the middle of nowhere seemed familiar and how she ended up here.
"Olivia?" A stern voice called from behind her. She spun around and instantly her chest ached of heart break and longing. She knew this place. She knew this man walking down the porch steps of the house towards her. "Olivia, what did I tell you about wandering out of the house, dammit? How many times do I have to tell you to stay put and watch your brother."
Jamie knew immediately where she was. What this was. It was some sort of reliving of a past memory. This was her old foster home a year before she got moved into her second one. And she remembered this night. "Screw off, old man." She breathed in remembrance. That was what she had remembered telling her foster dad. "He ain't my little brother, and you ain't my daddy..." She said before throwing a punch at his jaw and dashing out of the yard out into the cornfield across the dirt road.
"You come back here you little bitch!" She heard her foster dad calling after her, but Jamie remembered the feeling of being free. Getting to run for miles and miles until she stopped at an unfamiliar house in a neighborhood she didn't recognize. Something, for some reason told her to go inside. She obeyed and walked in only to find two familiar people and one unfamiliar woman.
Sam was leaning against a wall while Dean sat a table getting served food by a blonde woman. As soon as she walked in, Dean's eyes flew to her. "James?"
Sam spun around and blinked in shock. "Jamie, how did you get here?"
"I...I..." She stammered. "Where the hell are is here?" She asked.
"Heaven. We're dead." Dean replied.
Memories rushed to her. Roy. Walt. The break in. "Bastards shot me..." She muttered. "But wait, why the hell am I in Heaven? I mean, after all the shit I've done."
Sam glared at her. "Language." He scolded.
"Exactly! Yet another reason why I shouldn't be here." She exclaimed. "How do we get out, or are we stuck forever?"
"No, the angels will come and find us and send us back." Sam explained. "Vessels can't die."
"Great...the perks of being a meat suit." She grumbled. "But, why havent they sent us back already?"
"Cas has us searching for the Garden of Eden where an angel who talks to God will be." Dean said.
Jamie scrunched her face. "He's still around?"
He shrugged. "Supposedly."
"Awesome." She groaned, but realized they weren't the only ones in this memory.
Jamie watched as the unfamiliar blonde woman moved to pour Dean a glass of milk and set down a sandwich in front of him. She didn't seem to be aware of Jamie or Sam's presence in the room as she smiled down at Dean. "You want the crusts cut off?"
"Yeah..." Dean smiled up at her as she moved to cut the sandwich. "I'd love that."
"Who is that...?" Jamie asked.
"Mom?" Sam called out to the woman. This was Mary Wnchester, Jamie concluded.
She didn't respond as she continued to cut Dean's sandwich. Dean frowned and looked over at his brother. "This isn't your memory, Sammy. Sorry." Jamie noted Dean didn't look too sorry.
Sam shifted uncomfortably from his spot against the wall. "Dean, uh, we should go. Keep looking for the road..."
"I know just...give me a minute, okay?" Dean replied as he stared up at his mother lovingly.
"Dean..." Sam tried again.
Dean turned to face them. "Please, one minute." He begged. Jamie and Sam exchanged looks, but didn't press the matter further.
Mary pat Dean's head before walking off to the kitchen just as the phone began to ring. "Hello?" She answered. She frowned after a moment and turned her shoulder slightly as to hide what she was saying. "No, John. We're not having this conversation again... God, think ago what? You have two boys at home."
Dean turned to face her from his spot in the chair. "I remember this. Mom and Dad were fighting and then he moved out for a couple of days."
"Dad always said they had the perfect marriage." Sam exclaimed in confusion.
Dean turned back to look at him. "It wasn't perfect until after she died."
Jamie sighed. "I thought Heaven was supposed to be happy."
"Fine, then don't. There's nothing more to talk about." Mary huffed into the phone, turning their attention back to her as she hung up.
"What's supposed to happen next?" Jamie asked in confusion.
Instead of answering, Dean stood up and walked to his Mom. "It's okay, Mom." He said as he wrapped her in an embrace. "Dad still loves you. I'll love you too. I'll never leave you."
After a moment of hugging, Mary pulled back and smiled at her son as her hand rested on his cheek. "You...are my little angel. How about some pie, okay?" She asked as she turned to wherever she had the pie stored.
Dean then walked out from the kitchen back to where Jamie and Sam stared at him in awe. "What?"
"I've just never realized how long you've been cleaning up Dad's messes..." Sam exclaimed.
Dean looked to Jamie for an explanation for her expression. "Your love of pie makes so much sense now..." She breathed.
"Whatever. Let's keep moving." He huffed before walking around the house trying to search for the 'road'.
Jamie was looking under couches when Sam called them over to a cork board with a post card on it. "I've seen this somewhere before." He exclaimed as he pointed at the Route 66 postcard with a road in the background.
"Where?" Dean asked. As if on cue, the trio was suddenly inside of a dingy room where postcards were posted onto a cork word on the wall.
Jamie looked around. "This ain't my Heaven..." She said in disgust at the sight of half-eaten pizza lying in an open box.
"No way!" Sam said with a wide smile on his face. Jamie tilted her head curiously and opened her mouth to ask why he was so happy when her question was answered as a golden retriever came bounding into the room. "Bones! Hey! Come here, come here. Hey!" Sam laughed and knelt down to pet the dog as he tried to lick him.
"You had a dog before Rover?" Jamie exclaimed in surprise.
"Yeah!" Sam laughed as he stood up and moved to sit on the couch. He took the open pizza box and set it on his lap as Bones moved to sit beside him. Jamie cringed. Gross.
"Is this Flagstaff?" Dean asked.
"Yeah!" Sam said excitedly, clearly not catching the anger in his brother!/ question as he continued to pet and coo at his dog.
"This is a good memory for you?"
"Yeah. I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. Lived off Funyuns and Dr. Pip." Sam explained.
"Wow." Dean scoffed.
Jamie looked between the brothers. "Okay, I'm totally lost. What happened in Flagstaff?"
"Sam ran away, on MY watch." Dean growled. "I looked EVERYWHERE for him. I thought he was dead. And when Dad came home..." He shook his head and trailed off.
Sam frowned. "Dean, look, I'm sorry. I never thought about it like that..."
"Okay," Dean cut off his apology. "Let's roll." He said before he pulled Jamie off out the door. Sam took a few moments with his dog, but once all three had left the room, they reappeared outside on a humid, rainy day in someplace that looked like a tropical jungle where a run down cabin sat in a cleared out green lawn along a dirt road. "Where are we?" Dean asked. "I don't recognize this place. Is it your Heaven?"
"No." Sam shook his head.
"It's mine." Jamie spoked up as her eyes stayed locked on the cabin in front of her. She took a few steps across the dirt road and looked down at the singular puddle on the side of the road. Heaven really wasn't a happy place.
"Jamie?" A female called from inside the cabin.
"¿Flor pequeña?" A male voice called after her. A few seconds later, two adults came outside. They had caramel skin, brown eyes, dark hair, and soft smiles as they sighed in relief at the sight of Jamie. They didn't seem to notice Sam or Dean who stood a few yards away completely in silence as they watched Jamie's dumbfounded reaction to these two strangers approaching her. "Aye, amor. What did I say about coming outside during the storms?" The man asked as he laughed approaching her with the woman. "No es bueno. ¿Entender?"
Jamie nodded, a blank expression on her face as she replied. "Sí, Papa." She said before she ran to hug him.
He chuckled and staggered back slightly but hugged her back. "You're getting big, flor pequeña. One day, you'll be a fine strong woman like tu mamá." He said, gesturing to the woman standing under the shelter of the porch as he took her hand and led her inside.
"No, Roberto. Jamie is going to be más fuerte que nadie." She exclaimed happily as she walked alongside them. "How about some calabacita? Tu favorito." She pinched Jamie's cheek as she was led to the couch in the middle of the living room while the two people she knew as her parents walked off to the kitchen.
Sam and Dean had walked into the house and watched as Jamie stared blankly into the fireplace in front of her. "Who are those people?"
Jamie didn't respond as her mother came back and felt her cheek. "Aye, honey. You're freezing. Here." She said as she picked up a quilt form the side of the couch and laid it over Jamie's shoulders. "Dinner will be ready tan pronto como sea posible." She said before placing a light kiss on Jamie's cheek.
"Gracias, Mami." Jamie replied.
"Aw, anything for my bebita." She cooed before walking off to the kitchen.
Jamie looked back to the fire. This couldn't have been real. It wasn't real. She didn't want it to be real. But it all came to light when Sam spoke up from behind her, "They're her parents."
Dean blinked in surprise as he looked over to the kitchen where her parents were cooking before looking back at Jamie. "I thought you were raised by demons."
"This was before...everything..." Jamie sighed as she looked to the kitchen and stood up from the couch to walk to the kitchen. "And this is where it all started..."
"Roberto, we can't just leave her!" Her mother exclaimed angrily. "You can just pay those people back and we won't have to run for our lives! Jamie can have a safe life here!"
"We can't have a safe life anywhere, Rosa!" He retorted. "Jamie can never be happy with us as her parents. We have too much to lose."
"Well, what do you suggest? Triamos a nuestra hija lejos? To some orphanage?"
"If that's what it takes to keep her safe, then sí! En in instante!"
Rosa gasped. "Piensas tan poco de ella?"
"I think the world of her, Rosa! That's why we need to do this!"
Rosa sighed heavily and bowed her head. This was where Jamie's world fell apart. This was where it all came crashing down. "Fine. We leave tomorrow morning."
Jamie backed away from the kitchen doorway and immediately turned on her heel. Past Sam and Dean and out of the front door of the cabin and into the rain. It was what she had done as a child and she didn't look back even when her parents cried out endlessly for her as she ran. Sam and Dean followed after her, but her parents didn't.
"Jamie!" Sam called after her as she had run a long way down the dirt road in the rain.
"James!" Finally, she stopped running so Sam and Dean could catch up to her. "What was that? That was apart of your memory?" He asked.
Jamie nodded, trying not to let her tears spill over from her eyes form having to relive the ending of the happiest moments of her life with her parents in Columbia.
"Wait, I thought you said your parents left you." Sam remarked.
Jamie shook her head. "They were going to. That night I heard them arguing about giving me up, and I just did what I did with any other problem in my life...I ran from it. Every foster home, my own parents, my old life with Lucifer, you guys..."
"How did you end up in New York after this?" Dean asked.
"I was a four year old in this time. I ran my way from bus station to bus station until I reached the US Mexican border a few months later by tagging along with a few other immigrants. The US border patrol took me in and out me into the CPS system where I was sent off to Boston originally to live with a family, but they backed out last minute. So they sent me to New York where I stayed until I was sent off to different foster families. I ran from each one until I ran into the arms of the wrong people one day..." Jamie laughed humorlessly as tears poored down her face. "I hated that house, I hated this stupid dirt road. I hated everything about my life!" She cried. "So I ran. Yeah, Heaven fucking blows..."
In that moment, a bright white light landed on their location.
"This isn't apart of my memory..." Jamie said in confusion.
"Go!" Dean automatically shouted as he pulled his brother and Jamie out of the openness of the dirt road and into the thick jungle brush nearby. "Go! Go!" Dean pulled them deeper into the forest before hopping over a log and pressing themselves against it.
"Wow," Zachariah let out as he neared their hiding spot. "Running from angels. On foot. In Heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that I'm surprised you boys haven't stopped the Apocalypse already. Jamie had to refocus her eyes as the setting became a deciduous forest during the day time instead of a tropical forest in the night time. Zach must have changed it, she concluded. "Guys, what's the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth that's all." All three peeked over the log to see him with his back turned to them. "I mean..." He turned back to where they were and they all immediately ducked back down. "That is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You're on my turf now, boys. And by the time I'm through with you, you're gonna be begging to say yes."
Dean and Sam exchanged looks over Jamie before they all simultaneously dashed from the log and through the forest only to be stopped by Zachariah standing in front of them. "Guys, come on." He sighed. "You can run, but you can't RUN."
Jamie then pulled the holy oil soaked blade from her jeans and charged. Sam and Dean tried to stop her, but after she got a couple of good scratches in, Zach snapped his fingers and watched as her knees broke from under her. She cried out in pain as she turned to the brothers. "RUN!" She cried as Zach grabbed her throat and the two vanished.
When Jamie woke up this time, she was strapped to a chair in some empty white room. She struggled against whatever invisible force was holding her down, but it did no use.
"I didn't expect you to give in so easily..." A menacing voice said from behind her. "But I guess I shouldn't have held a little girl to such big standards." Zach muttered as he entered her eye line.
"Big standards? Wouldn't say you met those either. What, you couldn't get a vessel who wasn't balding and had a bad case of 'woodpecker' nose?" She spat back.
Zach glowered at her. "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, you may just end up loosing a tongue because of it!" He then backhanded her with such blunt force her nose began to bleed.
Jamie turned back to look at him with a bloody smile. "Try me!" She retorted.
Zach snapped and grabbed her face in his hands, but was halted in his tracks by the sound of a familiar voice. "Zachariah...release her."
Zachariah let go of Jamie reluctantly and stepped away. "I was only doing what your brother asked of me-"
"And I'm telling you to give me and the vessel some time to talk. Now leave." An unseen person spoke again. Without any further protests, Zachariah vanished leaving Jamie alone with whoever was speaking. Why did that voice sound so familiar? "Sorry about him. He never does know when enough is enough." Jamie's question was soon answered as the owner to the voice stepped into view. But it only erupted more frantic questions, like why the hell was she staring back at herself? Was this a trick? "There's no need to be afraid, Jamie. I won't hurt you like Zachariah has tried." Jamie's doppelgänger said softly as she moved her hand in a swift motion across her features. Jamie's bloody nose and busted lip was healed back to normal.
Jamie blinked in awe an stared up at her reflection. "You're Haniel." It wasn't a question.
The archangel smiled at her. "I'm only a fragment of her. A mere hologram to deliver the message I have to convey to you."
"Well, whoever you are, you can shove it. Because like hell I'm saying 'yes'." Jamie spat.
Haniel frowned. "Not now, no. But you'll see eventually...those two men you call your friends, they'll leave you like everyone else in your life. But me? I'll always be here. Your answer to take away all the pain. A constant in your life." She assured. "Isn't that what you always wanted? A person there for you?"
Jamie pursed her lips into a hard line and shook her head. "You just want my body to ride around in. News flash, it ain't easy to get under my skin. But nice try, now send me back."
"I will send you back, but I haven't delivered my message yet." She exclaimed as she reached into her back pocket of her jeans and held up a small piece of paper. She opened it slightly before shoving it back into her pocket. "In case you change your mind...and you will, we always do." She said in a cold tone before the darkness in the room encased Haniel and Jamie.
When Jamie woke up again, she jolted upright in a gasping panic. She was lying on the hard floor of the motel room in a pool of her own blood. But when she sat up and felt her lower back where Walt had shot her, it was completely healed. She staggered to her feet and scanned the room to find Sam and Dean's dead bodies laid on the beds.
In the same instant, the boys both jolted up in gasping panics as well. They felt their chests where they had been shot and looked over at each other. "You alright?" Sam asked his brother.
"Define alright." Dean replied before looking over to Jamie. "You...I thought Zachariah-"
"He let me go." Jamie explained. She didn't know if it was the time to tell them about her meeting with Haniel. "Did you find Joshua?"
Sam and Dean both let out humorless and dry chuckles. "Sure did." Dean replied bitterly.
"I'm assuming it didn't go well..."
"Not at all." Sam replied as eh both climbed off the beds.
Jamie looked down at her clothes. Her white tank was trashed. It was soaked in her blood not to mention had bullet holes in the back. Her jeans were slightly soaked in blood as well, not to mention her hair had dry blood as well. "I need a shower." She muttered as she walked over to the restroom, though to minute she opened the door, Rover came bounding out happily. "Rover, what were you-" She cut herself and glared at the brokers over her shoulder. "Which one of you fed my dog beer?"
Dean grimaced and Sam laughed. "Told you she'd kill you for it."
After Jamie rinsed out the dog barf in the tub, she turned on the shower with cool water. She began to empty her pockets and holsters attached to her jeans of guns, knives, holy water, pocket knife, and some wayward dollar bills stuck in her pockets. She was just about done when her hand fell inside her back pocket. She gripped the small piece of paper inside and pulled it out. It was the same pocket and piece of paper Haniel had shown her back in Heaven. She flattened out the paper to read what was on it, 'Edgewater Park, Cleveland, Ohio'.
It was a meet up place...
"In case you change your mind..." Haniel's words echoed in her mind. "And you will, we always do..."
Jamie stared down at the piece of paper. She should have torn it up and thrown it in that garbage can. She should have burned it. Eaten it. Fed it to Rover. Fed it to Evan. She should have destroyed it. But instead, she folded it up and set it to the side before climbing into the shower.
When she got out, she changed into clean jeans Dean's Metallica tee before putting her weapons back in their holsters and putting the piece of paper back in her back pocket.
"Maybe...maybe Joshua was lying." Cas seemed to be reasoning with whatever Dean and Sam had told him as Jamie walked out of the restroom and trashed her clothes in the trash bin while Sam went in to pack his toiletries while Dean finished up packing his own duffel.
"I don't think he was, Cas." Sa, said as he walked out from the restroom. "I'm sorry."
Jamie huffed slightly as she shoved her things into her duffel bag at he edge of the motel bed. "Not surprising that God ditches and let's us deal with this crap." She exclaimed bitterly. "There are wars being fought. People being slaughtered. Children's innocence being stripped away from them. He didn't care then, why would he care now? Because his kids are involved?" She scoffed as she zipped up her bag. "It was hopeless from the start. This is our problem and we have to clean it up."
Cas only sighed heavily as he let her words sink in. He slowly moved from where he stood against the dividing wall to stand in front of the door, staring angrily up at the sky. "You son of a bitch. I believed in..." He trailed off before turning to Dean who stood behind him. "I don't need this anymore." He exclaimed before tossing something to him.
Dean caught it easily and held it in his palms. Jamie recognized it as the necklace he wore with the little yellow amulet hanging from the string. "It's worthless." The angel added.
"Cas, wait." Sam took a step forward, but he was already gone. Sam sighed heavily and turned to his brother who was still holding the necklace in his hand. "We'll find another way. We can stop all this, Dean."
"How?" Dean replied.
Sam obviously had no answer and frowned slightly. "I don't know," His eyes pleading as he said with absolute determination. "But we'll find it. We'll find it, you, Jamie, and I."
Dean didn't reply as he walked to the door with his bags in his hands. He stopped at the doorway and let the necklace fall into the trash bin before walking out. Jamie looked down at her feet as Sam glanced her way for a moment and followed after his brother. Jamie frowned before walking after him, but paused momentarily before kneeling down and picking the necklace out from the trash can. Cas could lose hope, Dean could lose hope, Jamie's hope was long gone, but she'd damned if Sam ever lost his hope. And she would never let him throw it away.
She shoved the necklace in her back pocket before shutting the light off in the room and closing the door behind her to meet up with the brothers back in the Impala.
A/N: So, Jamie kept the Samulet and had her first face-to-face with Haniel, who is surprisingly a good person. Will she be a problem later on like her brothers or actually a really big help? Where is her and Jamie's place in all this? Find out next chapter in 99 Problems.
Side note: Bebe Rexha just released the rest of her new album Expectations and I am WOKE. 1) I love her work and voice. 2) Jamie's new fucking theme song is my favorite song of the album (That I already uploaded to the TV PLaylist on YouTube.) Don't Come Any Closer. Go listen, it's beautiful and fits Jamie perfectly. Like, to THE FUCKING T.
Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:
Dean: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party and you're all invited.
Sam: 'If'
Jamie: Great, the only party I've ever been invited to and he may not even die!