Jamie was curled up in the back of the Impala, her head resting on the window while her legs were squished on the seat beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was drifting to sleep.
Sleep was rare for her, once again, just like it had been when she'd first joined the brothers on hunts. It came only on long drives and late nights on the floor or couch. And today, it was option one. But sleep didn't come alone, it brought nightmares, memories, visions, loud noises that made Jamie wince and shiver in real time because she somehow understood them in a way.
Lately, she'd been having a recurring dream. One where she was surrounded by bright, rose-gold light. It was an endless abyss painted like Heaven, when in reality it was a cell. This place where she was trapped and she couldn't escape. This place where the loud noises encased her and made her scream and cry out for help. This place where all her wounds were no more and all her scars were healed. This place where she was completely and utterly alone, yet somehow felt a presence unlike no other.
Then... she'd wake up.
Today, she woke up to the sounds of Dean and Sam climbing out of the Impala. Shenoticed that the sounds of the closing doors were intended to be soft so to not wake her, but her sensitive hearing woke her up anyway.
Jamie slowly began to sit up and look around. Sam was walking off to someplace unseen on the outside of the car, while Dean stood on the side of his baby with his phone to his ear. He was talking to someone when Jamie climbed out of the car. "Yeah," he replied to someone before adding, "'Course." Dean smiled as he hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Jamie asked groggily.
Dean jumped slightly before turning to her. "Lisa."
"Mm," she hummed, running a hand down her face as Sam approached.
"Hey," Dean greeted his brother.
"Hey," Sam replied before looking past him to Jamie. "You look pretty rough," he remarked, noticing the dark black splotches underneath her eyes and the pale chalkiness of her face.
"Fuck off," she retorted.
Dean chuckled before turning to his brother and noticing the files in his hand. "What'd ya got?"
Sam then handed over the files in his hand while Dean began to flip through them. "Six girls in seven days, which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year."
Jamie peered over Dean's shoulder at all the missing person's cases. "Any connection?"
"All about the same age," Sam supplied.
"And cute," Dean added, receiving a scoff from Sam and a slightly disgusted look from Jamie. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavors, guys," he defended himself.
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, so do perverts."
Sam chuckled before returning to the topic at hand. "Well, half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness; sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?"
"Well, six directions to go here," Dean stated. "Pick a number."
"Seven," Sam said. "Another call just came in today."
"Let's go pay the family a visit," Jamie said before climbing into the aback of the Impala.
Meanwhile, Sam and Dean lingered as she got in. "Is she acting more bitchy than usual?" Dean asked his brother.
"Maybe it's that time of the month," Sam shrugged.
"No, she's less insulting, more controlling during that time," Dean corrected. "I don't know, man. It just seems like something's been off with her lately. Ever since the Djinn incident..."
"Maybe she's always been this way," Sam suggested. "I mean, after she tried to..." he trailed off, unable to finish. He clenched his jaw, as did Dean, before he continues. "I'm just saying, that stuff takes a toll on someone."
"Yeah, but that was a year ago-"
"Don't you think we have more pressing matters than Jamie's mood swings?" Sam cut him off swiftly.
Dean stared at his brother, dumbfounded at how nonchalant and un-empathetic he was to the kid he had practically tried to raise after she'd first joined them. Now, not only was Dean having to worry about what the hell was going on with Jamie, but also what was going on with his brother. It was all just a tangled mess that he had to fix.
The trio arrived at the house of latest missing girl, Kristin.
Jamie had to change from her sweat pants to some more formal clothes to be able to pass off as an FBI Agent, and while doing so decided to check her phone. Two unread messages from Evan. She opened them up and smirked as she read: 'Hey, just checking to see if you made it to Limestone' and the second: 'It is Limestone, right?'
She always hesitated before replying– it was hard getting back into the swing of how thing used to be. Texting Evan with ease reminded her of the Apocalypse and the Apocalypse reminded her of... She shook her head, unable to finish the thought, before turning back to the phone. 'Yes, it's Limestone. And yes, I made it here safely. Thanks for the concern'. Jamie chuckled one last time and shoved the phone in her back pocket.
After changing, Jamie, Dean, and Sam all drove to Kristin's hous where they were greeted by her father. "Hi," Dean greeted him. "You Kristin's father?"
"Yes," he replied. "And you are?"
"Special Agent Paxton, Cliff, and intern Dun," Dean stated as the trio flashed their badges. "Mind if we take a look around Kristin's room– see if we can find any clues to where she might be?"
"Of course not," Kristin's father replied before allowing the group entrance into the house and leading them up the stairs. "Kristin's a good kid. A little naive, sure..." He trailed off before adding, "You try to be a good parent. Girls are hard."
"Yeah, no kidding," Dean quipped earning a glare from Jamie as they finished their trek up the stairs.
Sam noticed the small exchange and turned to answer the worried father. "Right, well, we'd just like to find your daughter."
"Last door on the left," Kristin's father explained, pointing towards a room down the hall.
"Thanks," Jamie called over her shoulder as the trio made their way over.
Once by the doorway, Dean spoke up. "What do you think he was talking about?"
Sam and Jamie shrugged. "Hormones?" Jamie suggested at the same time Sam said, "Drugs?"
Just then, they pushed open the door and flicked on the light to Kristin's room, only to realize that it wasn't drugs or hormones Kristin's father was referring to. "Oh, it is so much worse," Dean exclaimed in horror.
Jamie's jaw fell slack as she scanned the room painted blood red on the walls with posters of actors and actresses with pale skin and red eyes hung up everywhere. The decor in the room was gothic and black everywhere with candles seemingly on every flat surface. "We sure this kid wasn't on drugs?" She muttered as she looked at her surroundings in disgust. "I mean, she's obsessed with...with-"
"Vampires," Sam finished for her with a scoff.
"Ah, these aren't vampires," Dean protested with the shake of his head. "These... these are douchebags."
"No kidding," Jamie agreed as she stared at all the red eyes of the fake vampires on all the posters surrounding her. "And these guys are not attractive, they're fucking terrifying."
Dean followed her haze and took in the room again. "Wow," he muttered.
Sam ignored the pair's gawking and walked over to Kristin's bed before pulling a pillow off to reveal a red laptop underneath. "Aha. Alright," he exclaimed, grabbing the laptop and taking a seat at a nearby desk with it. "Let's see what we can see, alright?"
"You guys had no respect of privacy," Jamie scolded the brothers as Sam opened the laptop.
The screen revealed a sullen-looking vampire staring directly at the trio while a scream rang out. The trio flinched back. "Th-that's just..." Sam searched for the word. "Uncomfortable."
"And why does he look like someone just hit his dog or something?" Jamie questioned while Sam began to try and decrypt the password.
Meanwhile, Dean took some kind of book from the desk with an image of a girl asleep while a vampire looking guy watched from a distance. "Look at this," the hunter exclaimed. "He's watching her sleep. How is that not rapey?"
"I gotta concentrate here, Dean," Sam snapped as he tried and failed at uncloking the laptop.
Jamie chuckled while Dean continued to study and read the book in his hands. "'He could hear the blood rushing insider her, almost taste it. He tried desperately to control himself. Romero knew their love was impossible-'"
Jamie suddenly cut in, unable to contain her laughter and disgust. "Romero? Seriously? What kind of name is that?"
"Guys," Sam sighed. "Shut up."
But they didn't. Instead, Dean continued to rant about the book. "This is a national best seller. How is that possible?" He asked incredulously as he set the book back down and crossed towards the bed.
"Hormonal, lonely girls like Kristin who actually buy this crap is how it's possible," Jamie replied bitterly while Dean picked up one of the vampire pillows.
Sam groaned as yet another password attempt failed. "Hey, try, uh... 'Lautner'," Dean suggested.
Sam began to type it in, but stopped to protest, "Wait– he's a werewolf."
"Okay, first of all, how do you even know that?" Jamie asked Sam before turning to Dean. "And secondly, how do you know his name?"
Dean scoffed. "Are you kidding me? That kid's everywhere. It's a friggin' nightmare."
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
Dean then continued to be amazed by the pillows on the bed while Sam began to grow frustrated with the laptop password not working. Then, he quickly sat up to type something in. "Hey, how many 'T's are in Pattins-" he cut himself off when the password he typed in was suddenly accepted. "That's it! We're in! Ha!" He exclaimed before clicking into Kristin's most recent website. "Alright,"
"Well, what do you got?" Jamie asked as her and Dean peered over Sam's shoulders.
"Well, he'd inbox is full, from some guy claiming to be a vampire," Sam explained.
"A real vampire?" Dean questioned.
"Doubt it," Jamie replied. "What's he saying to her"
"Well, uh... 'I can only meet you at night', 'I don't trust myself with you', 'the call of your blood is too strong...'" Sam recited. "Vampires fishing for victims?"
"Or just some perv pretending to be a vampire to get naive girls like Kristin in a white pick-up can," Jamie shrugged. "I mean, she's perfect prey."
"For actual vamps," Dean added.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "I mean, these chicks are throwing themselves at you. All you gotta do is... I dunno– write bad poetry."
"Huh," Dean huffed.
Sam continued to read the messages when his eyes suddenly shot up. "Wow."
"What?" Jamie asked.
"This guy wanted to meet her at a place called the Black Rose," Sam explained.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Gimme a break."
"Just reporting the news," Sam defended himself.
"It's just your standard-issue perv, like Jamie said, right?" Dean asked.
Jamie shrugged. "Only one way to find out." The trio of hunters all exchanged looks before Sam shut the laptop. They were on their way and the hunt had began.
The trio of hunters arrived at the Black Rose late at night to try and score out the joint. They figured that if the vamp preying off these girls was snatching them up here, he was bound to hit more than once.
They all entered inside, Jamie sticking out like a sore thumb as she wore a light grey sweatshirt with some short shorts and maroon Vans, while the rest of the attendants in the club wore all black. For once, she felt brighter than everyone else around her. Ironic, she thought to herself as they made their way through the thick crowds of people.
"Well, we've hit ground zero for emo chicks," Dean exclaimed as they all took a seat at the bar, a woman dressed in all black rubber approaching them with drinks. Dean and Sam took one each. Jamie reached for a Dean's, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and gave her a knowing look. She sighed and lowered her hand, Dean turning back to the woman to thank her before she left. "You think she wears all that rubber to the beach?" The elder Winchester asked as she walked off.
Jamie shrugged and shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt, her fingers fiddling the machete inside it, while her other two infamous blades were strapped in her holsters to her lower back at her waistline. "'Dunno. Seems kind of uncomfortable... and hot."
While the pair conversed, Sam kept his eyes up, surveying the entire club for possible vamps. He was obviously not paying any mind to Jamie and Dean.
Dean hadn't notice as he turned towards his brother and asked, "When was the last time the two of us had a beer together, anyway?"
Sam didn't answer. Instead, he pointed towards where a tall, pale teenage guy wearing what looked like a dog collar to Jamie, was talking to a girl on the other side of the bar. "There." Sam then turned to Dean and Jamie as they followed his gaze. "What do you think? He's hitting on her hard enough... Real?"
"I dunno." Dean shrugged.
Jamie nodded in agreement. "It's hard to tell," she admitted as her eyes began to canvas the club around them until they landed on two other guys talking to girls. "Plus, we've got multiple choices."
Sam and Dean followed to where she was looking. "Okay," Sam said. "Three of them and three of us."
Jamie shrugged. "Fair fight... sort of."
Just as Jamie was about to make her move to grab the guy closest to them, another guy came up from behind him and placed a wet, sloppy kiss to his lips. Dean blinked in surprised at the sudden twist in the case. "Okay, make that two of them."
The teenage-dog collar boy began to lead the girl he was talking to away from the bar. Sam sat up and exclaimed, "One's on the move."
The second man Jamie had spotted began to leave as well. "Both on the move," she added, jumping from her seat.
"Alright," Dean began as he too got up from his stool. "You two go with Efron, I've got Bieber."
Jamie suddenly spun to face Dean. Like hell she was gonna let him take on a vamp alone. Especially not with Lisa and Ben counting on him to go back to them. They were also counting on her to go back as well, but Jamie knew that with everything going on with her– and within her– it was better if she never returned. But Dean? He needed to go back, and he wasn't going to do that by taking on vamps on his own.
"What? No-" Jamie bags to protest, but was swiftly cut off by Dean.
"Just do it," he ground out before running after the dog-collar kid.
Jamie clenched her jaw and mentally cursed after him before Sam and her ran after the second suspected vamp.
They tried to be inconspicuous as they trekked their way through small hallways into what looked like a pantry, empty from any club-goers. It was eerily quiet, and also empty. That was until a sudden force,p jumped out from behind the pair.
Jamie and Sam both instinctively whipped out their machetes, b before Jamie could reach the vamp, Sam had already swung, beheading the monster with ease. The pair watched as the vampire's lifeless body fell to the ground. It then set in to Jamie's mind that he wouldn't be alone... She slowly raised her head before snapping it up to look at Sam with wide eyes. "Dean!" She shouted before dashing out of the pantry to try and find the quickest way to get to where Dean had followed that scrawny kid.
Jamie ran back into the club, only to halt when the crowds were too tuck to get through. She nearly grabbed the gun from her thigh holster and fired off a few shots when Sam suddenly called out to her, "Over here!"
She spun around and saw him standing in the doorway of a side exit. She ran over, Sam was already running outside. Jamie expected to see three things: one, Dean already having beheaded the camp attacking him; two, Sam beheading the camp that had attacked Dean; or three, there being no vamp at all and she was just worried for nothing.
But... none of those options were what she ran in on as she dashed out the exit door into a dark alleyway. Instead, she ran in on Dean being held down against a garbage bin by a large, hairy looking man. The man had a bloody wrist up to Dean's mouth, smearing it against it. And where was Sam? Watching. Just standing there, watching. Jamie had a moment of hesitation to take in everything happening before she ran forward. "Dean!" She screamed as she charged at the vamp.
The hairy vamp quickly retreated, disappearing into the shadows of the alley.
"No!" Sam called after him, running beside Jamie towards Dean who was lying slump against the bin.
Jamie dropped her machete on the ground as she knelt down beside Dean to examine him. "Dean?" She tried to get his attention as his eyes became glazed over. He was breathing heavily and was beginning to turn a sickly pale. He was unresponsive. "Dean?" Jamie pressed on, a bit louder this time.
Dean then blinked and began to try and push her away. His weak attempts did nothing as she grabbed his arms to try and hold him up. "No... No..." He moaned in protest. "Jamie, you have to... you have to get away from me..."
She narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What?"
Her questions was suddenly answered as Dean turned around to reveal fangs appearing in his mouth. Her heart seemingly stopped for a moment as she looked up at Sam with a horrified expression of realization. Dean was a vampire.
Jamie and Sam had to quickly go back to their hotel room, Dean in toll.
Once inside, the pair quickly began to shut off all the lights and close the curtains in the room. But that didn't stop Dean from wincing, groaning, and complaining. "Oh my God, what is that sound?" He groaned in pain.
Jamie and Sam exchanged confused looks. They heard nothing. "What sounds are you hearing?" Jamie questioned,
She didn't answer, instead he stumbles around, running into a lamp an dknocking it over before slamming into a nearby wall.
"Dean, you should sit down," Sam suggested as he took a precautions step forward.
"You sit down," his brother snapped. Jamie pursed her lips and and walked over, grabbing his shoulders and forcefully pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Dean sighed, "Of all the ways to die, I never thought I'd be going out like this."
"Dean, shut up," Jamie said harshly. "Nobody is 'going out'. Not on my watch."
Dean cocked his head slightly to the side and glared at a nearby alarm clock. "Is that..?"
"What?" Sam asked in confusion just before Dean abruptly stood up to rip the cord out from the wall, sparks flying from the force.
"Samuel is gonna kill me when he gets here," Dean stated bluntly, turning to face Jamie and Sam again.
"No," Jamie said sternly. "He is not."
"Yes, he is," Dean replied. "'Cause I'm going to ask him to because you two won't do it."
Jamie raised her eyebrows as an incredulous look flashed across her features. "Oh, really-?"
Sam quickly cut her off before they got into a fiery hostile argument. "Okay, just hold on a second-"
"For what, huh?" Dean snapped. "Look at me!"
"We can figure this out!"
"How?!" Dean prompted, his expression of rage then slowly turned to that of suspicion. "Why aren't you freaked out?" He questioned his brother.
"Of course, I am!" Sam retorted.
"Really? 'Cause. Can hear your heartbeat, and it's pretty damn steady," he exclaimed. Jamie slowly began to look up towards Sam, she still had so many questions about what she had witnessed in that alleyway and now this? No! She needed to focus on Dean. She could handle Sam later.
"That's 'cause I'm-I'm trying to stay calm," Sam lied right through his teeth, Jamie could tell. "Dean, look, Samuel will know what to do."
Dean scoffed. "Come on! I'm a monster, okay? This is not a problem that you spit-ball. We gotta deal with this before I hurt somebody."
"And that's what we're trying to do, but we can't help you if you keep acting like a bitch!" Jamie snapped at him, Dean wincing in response to her loud tone.
There was a long period of silence before Sam finally asked, "How's it feel?"
"Now?" Dean asked incredulously. "Now you wanna talk about my feelings?"
"No," Sam replied honestly. "I mean... physically."
Jamie nearly got whiplash from how fast her head snapped up towards Sam. "Seriously? That's what you're worried about here?" She asked in disbelief.
Sam raised his hands in defense. "I just want to know how he feels. That's all."
"How do you think it feels?" Dean snapped harshly. "Not good," he added before walking towards the room behind the pair.
"Where are you going?" Sam questioned.
"Bathroom, okay?" Dean retorted. "News flash, Mr. Wizard– vampires pee!" He stated just before walking in and shutting the door behind him.
Immediately after Dean shut the door to the restroom, Jamie slapped Sam's arm. "Ow!" He exclaimed. "What was that for?"
"Mind explaining to me what the hell happened back there in that alley?' She demanded in a hushed tone so Dean wouldn't hear her.
Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you watching while that giant vamp turned your brother," she hissed in response.
"I went after him!" Sam defended.
"Yeah, after I did," she replied.
Sam scoffed and shook his head. "Look, I don't know what's been going on with you lately, but you're not one hundred percent," Sam explained. "You could be...just seeing things, maybe?"
Jamie's eyebrows raised up at that. "Oh, no, no, no– NO!" She shouted. "We are not turning this on me! I know what the hell I saw, and I saw you watching while Dean..." Jamie suddenly trailed off.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Dean?" She called out a bit louder towards the direction of the closed bathroom door. No response. The pair exchanged weary looks before Sam walked over and opened it to reveal itself empty with an open window leading outside to the open world. "Shit!" Jamie cursed.
She quickly ran from the bathroom doorway to go grab her things lying on the bed. She was halfway through shoving her gun into her duffel bag when Sam grabbed her wrist. "Jamie!" He snapped.
"What?!" She snapped back.
"Just... hold on a second."
"'Hold on a second'?" She repeated incredulously. "Dean is out there running around as a damn vampire! We have to find him before he feeds!"
"Let's just wait for Samuel so we can figure this out-"
"There is no figuring this out, Sam!" She iinterrupted him. "Samuel gets here and what is he gonna do, huh? Behead Dean?"
"No one is beheading anyone, Jamie. Just wait until Samuel gets here that way we can track down Dean before he hurts someone or himself," Sam exclaimed. "Please."
Jamie clenched her jaw and stated up into Sam's emotionless hazel eyes. It was like he was there thing to comforter, but at the same time was somewhere else completely. Like he wasn't even worried about the fact that Dean was just turned into a vampire and had now escaped. Jamie remembered when she broke our from Bobby's house all that time ago, she had Sam and Dean trying to track her down for days. And now all Sam wanted to do was wait for Samuel?
"Fine," she finally but out.
About an hour later, Samuel came knocking at the door of the hotel room. Sam walked over to let him in and the first thing he said as he entered was, "Can't keep track of your brother now?"
"Well, we didn't think he'd just-" Samuel cut off his grandson.
"He's not himself, Sam," he explained. "He's a monster and he's hungry. You gotta be prepared to do the right thing."
Jamie took that moment to stand to her feet and make her presence known. "And what's the right thing, Samuel? Track him down, chop off his head?" She prompted. "You're gonna kill Dean?"
"If I have to," the older hunter replied simply.
"Oh, like hell-" Jamie began to advance on Samuel, when a familiar voice suddenly came from the shadows.
"I told you he'd kill me when he showed up." The trio sun around to see Dean leaning against the counter nearby. Samuel and Sam pulled out their weapons, while Jamie pulled out her knife in case she needed to stop one of the two from trying to kill Dean.
"Did you feed?" Samuel prompted his older grandson.
"I went to go say goodbye to Lisa," he admit. Jamie let out a heavy sigh. Oh, God. "Which, for the record, was a shitty idea."
"Dean, answer the question," Samuel demanded.
"You can relax," he replied. "I didn't drink anyone."
Jamie sighed in relief while Samuel breathed, "Thank God."
"But I came close..." Dean then removed his jacket before turning towards Samuel. A look of content and sadness etched into his features as he said, "Alright. Do it."
Jamie looked between Dean and Samuel, confused at his request. That was until Samuel took a step forward, "If you insist..."
"What?" Jamie became panicked as she rushed to stand between Samuel and Dean. "You think you're gonna kill him? You're gonna have to go through me first." She said through gritted teeth as she held up one of her blades.
Samuel shrugged. "I could do that," he paused before adding on, "Or I can just turn him back."
"What?" Jamie, Sam, and Dean all gasped simultaneously.
"I didn't drive all this way to kill you, Dean," Samuel explained as he slid his machete back into it's holster. "I'm here to save you."
Jamie, completely in shock and unsure of whether or not to relax from her defensive position, looked between Dean, Samuel, and Sam. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Samuel led the trio of hunterd towards where his bag of supplies was beside a desk where he took out a journal of sorts. He opened it up and slid it across the counter towards Dean. "That's my grandfather's journal. Cure's an old Campbell recipe, kind of like the soup. No one's tried it since God knows," he explained. "What I hear... this stuff is a bad trip."
"Awesome," Dean groaned.
"Does it work?" Jamie asked.
"So far I can tell, it's good," Samuel answered. "But a lot of this is on you," Samuel addressed Dean directly. "You drink, you're done. It won't work. I'm talking one drop of human blood-"
"I got it," Dean snapped.
"Do you?" He prompted. "Because you will feed. It's a matter of time."
Dean suddenly slammed the journal shut. "What else do we need?"
"Some stuff we got, some we gotta get," Samuel replied.
"Like what?" Jamie asked.
"Trickiest thing on the list: the blood of the fang that turned ya."
"That guy was huge," Sam exclaimed.
"There's nothing in the recipe about 'easy'."
"I can get it," Dean stated as he stood from where he was sitting across the table from Samuel.
Samuel raised an eyebrow in skepticism. "You're gonna walk right into the nest?"
Dean shrugged. "Well, I'm one of them, aren't I? So, all I gotta do is get in there, get the guy alone, and... shoot him with so much dead man's blood that he'll think he's rushing a fraternity."
"Easier said than done," Jamie remarked.
"Jamie and I should come with you," Sam added.
"No," Dean quickly protested. "You two reek. You're like walking hamburgers." Jamie's nose wrinkled at the comparison. She thought if she smelt like anything it would be death and coconut. "I gotta do this solo."
"Yeah, except– we haven't been able to find him yet," Sam exclaimed.
"No problem," Dean replied as he began to pull on his jacket. "I can smell him, two miles East of town. You guys get the other crap and meet me there," he said before crossing the room towards the door.
"Dean," Samuel moved to hand him something; a syringe filled with blood. "It's dead man's blood. Now, there's enough there to drop a linebacker, and then some. Good luck, son."
Dean took the syringe and left without another word. Jamie felt like crap suddenly and needed to take a breather. "Gonna use the restroom before we head out," she muttered to Sam and Samuel before walking off.
Once inside the bathroom, Jamie started the sink up to pour out cold water. She cupped her hands under the faucet and splashed the liquid onto her face and ran her wet fingers through her hair to try and calm herself down. A million thoughts were running rapid in her mind and she just needed it all to stop.
After taking a few deep breaths and drying her face with the hand towel nearby, Jamie walked out of the restroom. As she entered the main space of the hotel room, she seemed to have walked into a heated conversation between Samuel and Sam as they broth stood glaring at each other. "You guys ready to go?" She asked.
"Yeah," Sam replied quickly. "We'll meet you downstairs at the van," Sam told his grandfather before he walked to lead Jamie out of room.
"What was that all about?" Jamie asked as they made their way towards the van once outside of the building.
"Huh?" Sam asked, caught off guard by her question. "Oh, uh, just... Samuel talking about Dean."
"You're not actually gonna let him kill your brother if this doesn't work, are you?" She questioned once they got to the vehicle.
Jamie watched as Sam hesitated for a moment before replying, "No. Of course not." He may have said the words, but Jamie somehow felt like his words were false... And that scared the shit out of her.
A few minutes later, Samuel came outside and the trio hopped into the car and headed towards the place Dean had mentioned the vamp nest was.
Samuel pulled the van up outside the joint. "This must be the place," he said.
"Ssh," Sam suddenly whispered.
"What-?" Jamie had started to ask why he was telling them to be quiet, but her answer came when a large thud on the roof. The vamp suddenly made itself known on the driver's side of the car and smashed through the window, clawing at Samuel.
Sam and Jamie quickly climbed out, Sam running around to behead the vamp. It's body slid down the front of the van, drenching the windshield in blood.
Jamie looked at the va,p and realized that Dean was still inside the nest. She didn't bother waiting for Samuel or Sam as she dashed towards the building the nest was in.
"Jamie!" Sam called after her, but she kept going.
Jamie made her way through beheaded vampire corpses throughout the place with Sam and Samuel calling after her. "Dean?" She shouted, ignoring the other two hunters on her tail. Finally, she entered a larger room where she spotted Dean hunched over down below with the head of the vamp that had turned him beside his feet. "Dean," she sighed in relief.
Sam and Samuel finally caught up to her and follow her gaze to Dean down below. "Dean," Sam called out. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Dean answered gruffly. "I'm good."
Jamie, Samuel, and Sam quickly got the blood from the giant vampire Dean had killed before heading back to the hotel room. Samuel began making the cure, squirting the final ingredient of the vampire's blood into the jar of cure. He then walked over and handed it to Dean, hunched over, clutching his stomach.
Jamie and Sam stood off to the side, watching.
"If this works, you know it's not gonna be a kiddy ride," Samuel told Dean.
"That's great," Dean replied sarcastically. "Light her up."
"So, what'd you see in there?" Sam asked his brother. Jamie looked up at him n confusion. His brother was about to digest a cure that may or may not kill him or cure him from being a vampire and all Sam was worried about was what was inside the vampire nest? What the hell?
"What?" Dean asked in confusion, voicing Jamie's exact thoughts.
"In the nest, what'd you see?" Jamie rolled her eyes at Sam's antics.
"Sam, I can't hear you. Your blood is so frickin' loud, okay? Just back off," Dean snapped at his brother. "Alright, give me the damn cure," he barked at Samuel who poured e concoction into a mug before handing it over to him. Dean took a wift, scrunched his nose in disgust, and put on a fake smile."L'chaim," Dean toasted before tossing it back in a messy gulp and wincing at the taste in his mouth. He spit the residue out before turning to the other three people in the room.
"How do you feel?" Jamie wondered.
"I don't think it-" Dean cut himself off by abruptly spinning around and projectiove vomiting a red liquid into a trash bin.
Jamie scrunched her face in disgust, but her eyes held nothing but fear and concern for his well-being. "What's going on? What's happening?" She asked Samuel worriedly.
"Is it working?" Sam added.
"Either that or he's dying," Samuel replied, pulling his machete out from it's holster.
"What?!" Jamie asked incredulously.
After a moment, Dean three his head back and moaned in agony. He slowly began to come down from whatever high he was on before turning to the other three in the room.
"Dean...?" Jamie mumbled, taking a cautious step forward. "You alright?"
"I... I think so," he replied.
Jamie let out a sigh of relief. He was fine, he was going to be fine. One less thing to worry about. But now, it out the spotlight back in the things she did need to worry about. Number one being whatever the hell was going on with Sam. And number two being whatever the hell was going on with her...
By morning, Samuel, Sam, and Jamie were all packing up their things. Dena had spent most of the night and morning fighting off a post-cure fever in the restroom and finally decided to come out a few hours later.
"Hey," Sam greeted his brother as he exited the restroom. Dean nodded in response. Jamie opened her mouth to ask how he was feeling when Sam cut her off, "So, what's you see?" Jamie was half-tempted in that moment to to over to Sam and smack him upside the head.
"What?" Dean had the same response that he had last time.
"I'm the nest, what'd you see?"
Dean thought it over for a moment before answering, "Um, well... I, still trying to work through it, but, uh... I'm pretty sure they're not figuring anything out on their own."
Jamie tilted her head at this. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, they're getting their orders from the top," he clarified. "Where to go next– everything."
Samuel raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Top, as in...?"
"Their alpha– at least, that's what I think it is," Dean replied. "They've for some sort of psychic thing happening. He sends 'em, uh, I don't know– messages?"
"Saying what?" Sam wondered.
"Honestly? Recruitment drive," Dean explained. "Their alpha's building an army."
Jamie let out a huff of air. "Well, that's comforting."
"That's not the worst," Dean continued.
"Really? What could possibly worse than alpha vampires creating vampire armies?" Jamie prompted.
"The fact that we don't scare them anymore," Dean replied.
Jamie pursed her lips. Alpha vampires making vampire armies full of vampires who weren't afraid of the people who hunted them... Now she knew how Buffy felt. Poor chick.
Later that day, Samuel took off, leaving the two brothers and Jamie to their own devices. Sam waited out by the Impala while Dean and Jamie were walking out. "So," Jamie began. "You went to visit Lisa...?"
Dean frowned. "Yeah..."
"How bad is it?"
"Let's just say we probably won't be able to go back for a while..." He explained.
"I'm sorry," Jamie said in a soft tone.
Dean nearly halted in his tracks from the tone of her voice. This was the most sympathetic he'd ever heard her before. Probably because Dean shoving Ben against a wall ruined both their chances at a normal life, not just his. He not only snatched away his life, but Jamie's. God, he was so stupid. And now Jamie was blaming herself? Dean shook his head and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to comfort her. He was shocked but the fact she didn't punch him, stab him, or pull away, instead she leaned into him as he told her, "It's not your fault."
The pair separated once they got to the car. Sam looked up and immediately asked, "How'd it go with Lisa?"
"It didn't," Dean replied begrudgingly.
"I'm sorry," he answered, repeating Jamie's words. Dean believed her apology much more than he believed his own brother's, and that made him even more pissed off.
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "At least, uh... you got my back. No matter what happens, Jamie and I can always count on you, right, Sammy?"
Jamie walked to the door of the impala and looked between the to brothers, calculating Sam's answer. He hesitated slightly before finally replying, "Yeah. Of course."
Dean had asked a simple question, if they could trust Sam, and he gave them all the answer they needed; no...they couldn't.
That night while driving in the car, Jamie had fallen asleep with her head pressed against the window. Her phone in her lap from messaging Evan and her earphones splurged into her iPod dangled from around her neck. To the outside world, she looked like she was peacefully resting. But inside her mind, it was chaos.
She was back in this place of doom. Surrounded but the presence of glowing rose-hold light. Screeching sound piercing her ears and she screamed in agony, begging it to stop. She cried, and pleaded, and shouted for anyone to help. To help her escape, to break her free. But it was clear to her that she was a prisoner in her kind and there was no escape from this cell. Whatever this cell was...
A/N: Hey, look, a chapter on time? I know, it took me forever, but school has been kicking my ass. Not to mention, there's this thing called a 'Hurricane Florence'. Total bitch. Decided to bring a bunch of rain, but thankfully it hit just a few miles south of me so I'm good. But then, sickness hit me and I ditched school for the day so I was able to finish this chapter on time. Fuck you mother nature, fuck you.
Chapter song is Blood by My Chemical Romance.
Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:
Dean: Are you sober?
Jamie: No, Taurus
