Chapter 53
Sam and Jessie approached the dark house slowly, quietly, their guns loaded with rock salt bullets held tightly in a steady hand, a flashlight in the other. All that could be heard was the crunching of their feet on the thin layer of snow that covered the walkway up to the house. Even in the dark, they both noticed there were no fresh footprints leading up to the house.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sam whispered.
"Yeah," she replied in a whisper. "And there's no other houses nearby."
"Maybe we should see if there's a back door."
She shook her head. "No. I think they might be expecting that."
"Or maybe they're expecting we will question going in the back way, so they'll be expecting us to come in the front."
She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle at the absurdity. "Either way I think they're expecting us, Sam. I don't think it really matters."
"Front door it is," he replied, quickly moving in front of her. "Let me go in first."
She nodded in agreement silently.
They walked up the cement stairs that lead to the front door silently. Sam placed his hand on the door knob turning it gently to see if it was locked. His silent query was answered when the door gave way, opening without so much of a creak making a sound. He glanced back at Jessie with an uneasy look, who only shrugged in response.
After a moment of indecisiveness, he continued forward, walking a few steps into the house, waiting for her to walk in behind him. Once she closed the door, he signaled her to follow him closely as he walked down the hallway and into the first doorway they came across, which led into the livingroom. After a very quick scan of the room, they headed back the way they came, heading down the hallway again into the room at the end, which happened to be a kitchen. It was a large country kitchen with a door leading to the backyard. As they glanced around, they noticed a doorway at one end of the kitchen. Opening the door revealed two sets of stairs, one leading up and one leading down.
"Which way?" he asked quietly.
She sighed. "My best guess would be down."
"Yeah. Mine too."
"Lead the way."
Hesitantly, he began to descend the stairs slowly, taking them one at a time, his gun poised in a ready to shoot position. But as they reached the bottom of the stairs they encountered another door. After a quick glance between them, he turned the door knob, pushing open the door slowly. There was more darkness, but there was enough light shining through one of the basement windows to reveal a lone dark shape in the distance.
Sam took a few tenative steps inside the room to allow Jessie to shuffle in behind him. Sliding her hand along the wall, she searched until she found a light switch, which she immediately flipped on. After their eyes adjusted to the brightness, they could see Dean across the room, tied to a chair, slumped over and unconcious. He went to head in his direction, but she grabbed a hold of him before he could. He turned around, glancing at her with confusion.
"Sam. Don't lose your head," she warned. "We don't know who did this or where they are."
He nodded his head before approaching his brother cautiously, while she moved slowly behind him keeping an eye out around the room. He called his brother's name urgently, trying to wake him up while he began cutting his binds with a small pocket knife. Once he'd cut through the ropes, he attempted to lift his brother into his arms, when the basement door slammed suddenly, causing both Sam and Jessie to turn around abruptly gazing towards it, both of them taking a more defensive stance as they noticed the dark-haired woman who was standing in front of the now closed door.
"Well, hello," she said, her eyes blinking black for a moment. "It's about time you made it. It's so nice to see you again, Sam."
"Do I know you?" he asked, lying his still unconcious brother onto the floor gently.
"We go way back," she replied with a malicious grin.
"You demons all sound the same to me," he said defiantly.
"But we go back even further than that," she said with a grin.
"What?"
She chuckled. "When I was human I screwed you and your brother over several times." She paused, watching Sam's face with amusement. "Let's see, I shot you in the shoulder once."
"Bela," he said knowingly, his face looking much angrier than it had.
"Bela Talbot?" Jessie asked, as she glanced quickly at him for a moment.
"Yes," Bela replied with a sneer. "You remember me, too, don't you?"
"Yeah, I remember you, bitch," she replied angrily.
She chuckled. "Now that we've been reintroduced, we can get down to business."
"Which is?" Sam asked, hoping to keep her talking.
"Really, Sam. I thought you'd have become a little smarter after all this time."
He snorted derisively. "I don't know. I think I'm a lot smarter than you."
She chuckled. "You're the one who was stupid enough to bring your wife with you."
He glanced at Jessie quickly, who had the same questioning look he did.
"And what do you want with her?"
"Personally, I don't," she replied with a sneer. "But Meg does."
"You're working for Meg?" he asked with surprise.
"Who do you think helped me claw my way out of hell?" she replied. "She knew how badly Crowley screwed me over. She knew I'd want to do the same to him in return."
"You mean the deal with the Colt? You're still sore about that?"
She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him furiously. "He's the reason I went to hell. And now he's gonna get what's coming to him."
"And you really think Meg's gonna help you?"
"Now that I have what she wants she has no choice," she replied with a malicious grin.
"That remains to be seen," he said with a confident grin.
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Sam," she said with a glare. "There's no way out of this basement besides the door behind me."
"And you're here alone, Bela. Against three of us."
She chuckled heartily. "Three of you? One of you is unconcious and the other is as big as a house."
"Shut up, bitch!" Jessie hissed.
Sam gazed at her soothingly, hoping to keep her calm.
"Enough of this!" Bela yelled. And with a flick of her hand the weapons flew out of Sam and Jessie's hands, landing across the room. "I may have orders to take the two of you alive. But no one said you had to be in one piece."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, just moments before dashing towards her at full speed.
Jessie yelled his name with fear, unsure what he was doing. She'd never seen him do anything as crazy or reckless, that was usually more his brother's kind of thing. As frightened as she was for him at the moment, she had to remain calm and professional. This wasn't the time for her to lose her mind. She was sure he'd try to convey something when he glanced at her, but she wasn't quite sure what he'd wanted to say. She hadn't hunted with him enough to understand him completely, which she regretted at this moment.
Sam managed to catch Bela off guard, punching her in the face hard enough to knock her back a few steps. But she was a demon now, she was much stronger and quicker than he was. Once she managed to keep her footing, she punched him hard, sending him flying backwards into the wall behind him. He attempted to get to his feet, but she cleared the distance between them before he could, kicking him in the head. He was unconcious before he hit the floor.
"Sam!" Jessie yelled in anguish, before attempting to run after her gun.
She had almost made her way to it when Bela caught up to her, grabbing her firmly around the wrist. She pulled her roughly with her as she walked towards Dean, keeping a tight grip no matter how much she struggled or cursed.
"Knock it off!" she yelled before smacking her across the face.
She hadn't slapped her very hard, but it was enough to stun her momentarily. It was long enough to give Bela the opportunity to pull a knife out of her pants.
"What're you gonna do with that?" Jessie asked, trembling with fear.
Her laugh was loud and sinister as she drew the blade near her stomach. "I wish I could cut that thing out of you—but, I'll settle for slitting Dean's throat instead."
"No! Dean!" she shrieked, trying to pull the demon away from him.
She cackled as she leaned towards him with the knife. However, her laugh was short lived when Dean suddenly splashed her in the face with holy water. The pain made her release her grip on Jessie's hand.
Jessie was caught off guard by Dean's sudden alertness just as Bela was. However, it was only for a split second. Now that she had her opening, she wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste. She reached into her jacket, pulled out Ruby's knife and plunged it deep into Bela's back. She was so enraged, she managed to plunge it all the way through her body, piercing her heart, the other end protruding out of her chest. When she was dead, she yanked the knife out, allowing the body to drop unceremoniously to the ground.
After wiping the blood from the knife on her pants, she tucked it into her jacket again, before offering her hand to Dean.
"Are you okay, Dean?" she asked with concern once he'd made it to his feet.
"Yeah," he replied, wiping blood splatter off his face with the back of his hand. "I'm more worried about, Sam."
She swallowed hard at the mention of his name, attempting to swallow her fear. It was only two days ago that Sam had been knocked unconcious and she was worried he could be seriously hurt. But she didn't want to think about that.
She ran to him, making it there a few steps ahead of his brother. She squatted down, pulled his upper body into her arms, burying her face into chest for a moment, fighting off a wave of panic and fear. But Dean's gentle voice calling her was enough to bring her out of her momentary panic. She quickly looked over his head and neck, not finding any bumps or bruises, which was a slight relief, before calling his name gently a few times. When he began to moan, she loosened her grip so Dean could get closer.
The moment Sam opened his eyes, they found Jessie's. He smiled at her brightly, happy she appeared to be safe. He hoped to alleviate the fear he saw in her eyes, although he doubted that would be enough. She did return his smile, but her eyes were still full of worry and concern.
"You okay, Sammy?" his brother asked with concern.
"Yeah," he replied reassuringly.
"You sure?" he asked. "I wouldn't have given you the signal if I had known you were gonna do something so crazy."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Wait, what?" Jessie asked in confusion. "What signal?"
"When Sam freed me from the chair, I let him know I was awake," explained Dean. "That's when he snuck the bottle of holy water into my hands."
"Oh," she replied, suddenly feeling out of place. "Are you sure you're okay, Sam?"
"Yeah. She didn't hit me as hard as it looked."
"Right," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "I'll let you two deal with the body. I'm gonna go upstairs and make sure there are no other demons around."
"Wait," Sam called as she began to walk away. "I don't want you to go alone."
She sighed. "I'll be fine. Besides, you don't need me here."
"What?" Sam said with confusion.
She was tempted to stop and tell him how she was feeling at the moment, but she decided against it. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and walked away, heading upstairs to do exactly what she said she was going to. She knew she was upset for nothing, but as was usual of late, she was having a difficult time trying to ignore her feelings, no matter how wrong she knew they were.
After a quick look around the main floor, she took a trip upstairs to make sure it was empty as well. She wasn't surprised that there didn't seem to be any signs of other demons in the vicinity, since in life, Bela had been a loner. It seemed that as a demon she didn't trust anyone else either, which was lucky for them. They didn't have to worry that someone would be missing her and come looking for her. At least not for the moment. She assumed Meg would eventually wonder where she got to. But for now, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.
Once she was completely positive the perimeter was clear, she went out to her car and sat in the driver's seat to wait for the boys. She was still slightly upset, but she knew it was her problem. Neither of them had done anything wrong. She was just feeling out of place.
It was almost ten minutes later when the boys finally emerged from the house. Both looked a little beaten and weary, but seemed to be fine. Neither of them spoke when they got into the car, or after she'd begun to drive away. And while she hated the awkward silence, she decided it was best to keep her mouth closed. What she was feeling was wrong, and she wasn't in the mood for an argument. And most of all, neither of them needed it right now. Not after what they'd been through. So she continued to drive back to Bobby's without so much as a word.
Once they arrived at Bobby's, Dean headed straight into the house while Jessie decided to clean up the inside of her car. There were weapons laying on the seats and floor, along with mud, melted snow and road salt. And while it was dark, and it could wait until morning, she hoped that the mindless cleaning would help her forget about the way she was feeling at the moment.
She opened the door to the backseat on the way to opening the trunk. Upon her return to the back, Sam was standing in her way. She couldn't see the expression on his face since it was dark, and the only lighting was at his back, but she knew by his posture and the way his shoulders were set, he was concerned.
"Is something wrong, Jess?"
She sighed. "No, not really."
"Not really?" he asked with trepidation.
She sighed again, only more exaggeratedly. "It's my problem not yours."
"I thought we were a team? Your problem is my problem."
"That's not true, Sam. Not when the problem is mine and mine alone."
"And here I thought we made some progress the other night," he replied with disappointment.
"We did, Sam. It's just...what I'm feeling is silly and wrong."
"I bet it's not that silly," he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you just tell me? I promise not to judge."
She averted her gaze for a moment. "I think everyone's right about something, Sam. Something I didn't see until tonight."
"What? What're you talking about?"
"I have no business hunting with you and Dean," she replied matter-of-factly. "It's obvious I don't belong."
He narrowed his eyes in confusion. "I don't understand. Are you saying you're gonna quit hunting?"
She laughed derisively. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? That's not what I said at all."
"Then what did you mean?"
"I said I didn't belong with the two of you. Not that I should quit hunting."
"What?" he asked with even more confusion. "Why would you think that?"
She shook her head in disbelief. "You really have to ask?" She watched him shrug in response. "You and Dean have been hunting together so long you know each other. You have signals, code words and who knows what else. Obviously, having me in the way makes that more difficult for the two of you."
He wasn't sure quite what to say to her, since the wrong thing could set her off. But he knew if he didn't say something, it would be just as bad.
"Jessie. You shouldn't feel left out just because my brother and I have been hunting with each other for so long."
"I know," she replied, watching his face look even more confused. "I told you it was silly. But I can't help how I feel. That's why I kept it to myself."
"Is there anything else going on in that head of yours I should know about?" he asked hesitantly.
"Like what?" she asked rhetorically. "Like, am I upset about Dean and how I might blame myself?" He nodded his head. "No. Dean's okay. You're okay. I'm okay. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" he asked with concern. "I don't even know what happened after Bela knocked me out." She shrugged her shoulders. "And how did you know Bela?"
She snorted derisively. "Same way you do, Sam. She screwed me over once. I don't want to talk about it."
He raised his hand, brushing her cheek lightly. "I know you'll probably bite my head off but, are you sure you're okay?"
She smiled, grasping his hand. "Believe it or not, I am. I'm just wound up."
He smiled happily. "Then I'll let you finish cleaning your car. Just promise me you won't stay out here in the cold too long. I know it's not too cold but, I worry all the same."
She smiled teasingly. "You're such a sweetheart, Sammy."
He shook his head lightly with a smile. "Yeah, you're fine. I'll be in the house if you need me."
She squeezed his hand once before releasing her grip so he could leave. She was feeling slightly better than she had after her talk, but she did want to clean her car. She never left it in a mess so there was no way she was going to be able to sleep with it looking the way it did.
It didn't take long for her to clean her car since it wasn't as dirty as she thought, but it had given her something to do. Although her talk with Sam had helped, she still couldn't help but feel like a third wheel. Of course it didn't help that there was so much going on that her paranoia had been getting the best of her. And her overactive hormones definitely didn't help either.
She was headed into the house when she felt the urge to take a trip to the shed. She'd been avoiding it, trying to keep away from the temptation. But after the day she'd had, she needed to. She was relieved to find that Crowley had left what he was supposed to, as well as not showing up to bother her. She'd seen enough demons for the day.
She had just left the shed on her way back to the house when she heard footsteps heading her way. She reached into her coat to grab her gun, when Sam came into view. It was dark, but she knew his silhouette anywhere.
"Jessie," he called with relief. "Where'd you go?"
"Oh, uh, I thought I heard something so I went to check it out," she lied.
"Alone?" he asked with surprise. "Why wouldn't you just come inside to get someone?"
She was a little irritated by his lack of faith in her ability to take care of herself, but now that her inner turmoil was calm, and after the night they'd just had, she couldn't blame him for being concerned. And besides, she was lying to him after all. She couldn't get angry with him for that. It didn't make her feel good.
"I didn't think, I just reacted. Sorry," she replied.
"What was it?" he asked, taking her hand into his.
"I dunno. Probably a small animal or something."
"Good," he replied quietly before ushering her into the house.
After taking her coat off and hanging it up, Jessie followed Sam into the kitchen, sitting down at the table while he was puttering around at the counter. She watched him with interest, curious as to what he was up to. But she didn't have to wonder too long when he approached the table with two steaming hot coffee mugs.
"Hot chocolate," he said, answering her questioning look as he placed the mug in front of her.
She smiled appreciatively. "Thanks. This will definitely warm me up."
He sat down beside her, placing his cup on the table before wrapping an arm around her. "This will help warm you up, too."
She giggled. "That's cheesy, Sam."
"Yeah, I know," he replied with a smile. "But it did it's job. It made you smile."
"You're still worried about me, aren't you?" she asked knowingly.
"Would you be angry if I was?" he asked hesitantly.
"Of course not," she replied, placing her hand on his. "But, would you be angry if I was still concerned about you?"
"My head is fine, Jess," he replied with slight irritation.
"Really?" she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "And maybe you're deflecting. Maybe you're trying to distract me from noticing that you're hurt much more than you've been letting on."
He averted his gaze for a moment. "Fine. You're right. But it's nothing to worry about."
"Right. And how well do you believe me when I tell you the same?" she asked rhetorically. "That's right, you don't."
"Fine," he replied in defeat. "Just promise me you're fine and I'll stop down playing it."
"Fine," she agreed. "Physically, my wrist is a little sore but no big deal. Mentally, that's another issue."
"You're still not upset about me and Dean, are you?"
"No. Nothing like that," she replied with a shake of her head. "I was just thinking about tonight. I almost got your brother killed, and you, too. And if Dean hadn't been awake, and you hadn't given him that holy water—well, I hate to think what might've happened. If she'd taken me to Meg..."
"You know we're not gonna let that happen, don't you?" he replied, grasping her hand that was on the table and squeezing it. "Meg will never touch a hair on your head."
"You can say it until you're blue in the face, Sam. The fact is, it could happen."
"Even if it did. I'm sure Cas would step in."
"The angel. Right," she mumbled under her breath. "After everything he's done. Why do you still trust him, Sam?"
He gazed at her pensively for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. "You don't really know him, Jess, so I'm not sure you would understand. But, he's done a lot for me, Dean and Bobby. Sure, he went off the rails for a bit, took the wrong path, but he apologized and he's tried to make it up to us." He paused for a moment to choose his words carefully. "Kinda like you have."
She raised her eyebrow in curiosity. "How so?"
"You took the wrong path for a while, but you've been trying to make up for it."
She averted her eyes for a moment, hoping he couldn't see the guilt in her eyes. When she returned her gaze to him, he was looking at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Jess. I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay," she reassured him. "I'm just glad you have such a forgiving heart."
He smiled as he pulled her close and kissed her lightly for a moment. "We all make mistakes. Some more than others."
"Yeah," she replied with a teasing grin. "You have."
He rolled his eyes with a grin. "Drink your hot chocolate."
There was silence for a few moments while he drank from his cup. After he'd set it down, she grasped his hand firmly, gazing at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I know I shouldn't joke when things become serious, but I can't help it sometimes."
He smiled supportively, turning his hand over, entwining his fingers with hers. "It's okay, Jess. It's when you stop joking that I worry about you."
She smiled at him before taking a drink of her hot chocolate. As she set it back down, he released his grip on her hand.
"Before you get angry with me, I think I'm gonna hit the sack," he said as he stood up from the table, walking his mug to the counter. "Are you gonna join me?"
She smiled. "If your head is hurting that much, I don't think physical activity is best right now."
He nodded his head lightly in agreement. "I suppose you're right," he replied, walking over to her and kissing her on the top of her head. "Promise you won't stay up too late."
"I promise," she replied with a smile.
He left the room swiftly, but his shoulders were slumped noticeably. It made her worry about him all the more. It wasn't like him to go to bed without her, even when he knew there wasn't going to be any sex. It seemed that even the baby was feeling anxious. He was moving around more than usual. She had an inkling she wasn't going to be sleeping very well tonight.
She had just finished her hot chocolate when Dean walked into the kitchen to grab himself a beer. His face was scratched up and he had a black eye, but he seemed to be fine, despite the condition they'd found him in earlier. He hovered around the fridge gazing in her direction with a strange look on his face, like he had something to say but wasn't sure if he should. She decided to make it easier for him and begin the conversation herself.
"How you feeling, Dean?"
"Besides feeling like someone used me as a training dummy?" he replied sarcastically. "I'm awesome."
She rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, same old Dean,' she said to herself.
"How are you?" he asked, sitting down beside her.
"I'm fine," she replied tersely. It felt like a loaded question, so she kept her response short and to the point.
"Uh, I wanted to ask you something, if it's okay?" he asked hesitantly.
"If this is about what happened to you, I'm sorry," she replied quickly.
"What? No," he replied. "What happened to me isn't your fault. Why would you think that?"
She sighed. "If I hadn't said what I'd said you wouldn't have left the house and Bela wouldn't have found you."
He chuckled. "I wish I could blame you, but I can't. I fell for a beautiful woman which ended up being a demon. I should've just left the bar when I was going to."
She wasn't sure she really wanted him to ask her anything else, but she decided to just get it over with.
"What was it you wanted to ask me then?"
"I was just wondering how you knew Bela."
She sighed. "I was hoping you weren't going to ask me that," she replied, glancing around uneasily. "Where's Bobby?"
"In his study."
She took a deep breath in and out before continuing. "If you promise not to tell Bobby this, and, if you tell Sam you make him promise the same, then I will."
He looked at her with confusion and apprehension, but nodded in agreement.
"It was about eight years ago, shortly after I began hunting. I was on a hunt when I ran into Bela. She was after some object, you know how she was." He nodded his head in agreement. "At the time I didn't know what she was after, but it was the same thing I was looking for. I needed to find this cursed object before anyone else got killed." She stopped for a moment to drink her hot chocolate. "Against my better judgement, I decided to accept Bela's invitation for help. At the time I was beginning to feel lonely hunting alone. Sleeping alone. Just being alone." She stopped to drink her hot chocolate, averting her eyes as she began to speak again. "Anyway, this damn spirit came after me and she let me fend for myself. Somehow I got away, but not before it nearly killed me. Next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital."
"How did you get there?" he asked curiously.
She snorted. "Well, it wasn't her that's for sure. Apparently, I managed to crawl from the house I was in, bloody and beaten. I collapsed in the front yard where some passing neighbour walking their dog found me and called 911."
"And how come Bobby doesn't know about this?"
She laughed derisively. "Oh, he does. He just doesn't know about Bela's involvement."
"You mean you never told him?"
"I felt stupid enough, Dean," she replied with slight irritation. "And at that point he wanted me to quit hunting. If I'd told him how I'd been tricked by someone, I think he would've locked me in the panic room until I was elderly." She shook her head incredulously. "Besides, he would've wanted to hunt her down if he knew."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"You'd think he was my real father or something," she mused with a chuckle.
He shifted his gaze, suddenly uncomfortable with the discussion. He was about to get up from his seat when he remembered something he wanted to say to her earlier.
"I was kind of, uh, pissed that you were the one who got to kill the bitch," he said with disappointment. "But now I'm fine with it. You deserved to kill her more than I did."
She smiled. "I'm just glad she's dead for good this time."
There were a few moments of awkward silence before Dean decided it was time to head to bed. He downed the last of the beer in his bottle then bid her a good night as he left the room.
Jessie finished her hot chocolate in silence, wiggling around in her seat to keep comfortable. Besides the baby moving and kicking around, her back was beginning to ache. She wasn't sure if it was something she did when she was cleaning her car, or if it had been done when she was fighing against Bela. Either way, she needed to find somewhere more comfortable to sit. So she grabbed her laptop and headed into the livingroom. After propping a few pillows up around herself, she was finally able to get comfortable.
"You know something, little guy," she said quietly as she rubbed her belly. "You're the only one who managed to stay awake with me tonight."
"That's not entirely true," Bobby said as he walked into the livingroom.
She smiled teasingly. "You don't count, old man. You'd have to actually sleep for it to qualify as staying awake."
He rolled his eyes with a slight grin. "I was actually heading to bed myself. I just wanted to check on you before I did."
She narrowed her eyes shrewdly. "I'm fine. Are you sure there isn't some other reason you came to see me?"
He gazed at her pensively for a moment. "I really hate you sometimes."
She smiled mirthlessly. "Yeah, same here, old man."
He shook his head. "I just wanted to—apologize for earlier."
"You don't have to, Bobby," she replied quickly. "Your heart was in the right place."
He looked at her with surprise and a little suspicion. "You're letting me off the hook?"
She chuckled at his unease. "Never that easily," she replied with a grin. She was silent for a moment taking on a more serious demeanor. "Only if you promise to trust that I know what I'm capable of doing. I would never put those boys in danger intentionally or because of my carelessness. At the moment I'm quite able to hunt. As soon as I know I'm not able, I will quit—until the baby is born that is."
He was silent, his face a mixture of sadness, regret and disappointment.
"What's wrong, Bobby?"
"I was just hoping you might quit hunting after the baby is born."
She sighed, averting her gaze sadly for a moment. "Even if I wanted to, I don't think it's in the cards for me. My son is gonna be hunted, so I won't have the luxury to quit."
He nodded lightly as he stood silent, gazing around awkwardly. After a few moments he left the room speaking only two words, "Sweet dreams."
Once she could hear Bobby's muffled footsteps going up the stairs, she turned her attention to her extended belly once again. She caressed it tenderly, speaking softly. "You don't have anything to worry about little guy. As long as I'm alive, no monster will ever get their hands on you." And then she began humming softly as she began to do some research on her laptop.
A/N: I hope I managed to proofread this chapter properly. I used to read through each chapter several times, but lately I've barely had time to write so I'll take my chances. Just don't laugh too hard if I mess up lol. Once again, feel free to leave comments or a review, I do read and appreciate them all.
Thanks for reading!
