Sam and Dean walk down a hallway in an old apartment building. Jamie meets them at the end of the hall. She's close to six months along now, but it's hidden under a baggy long sleeve t-shirt and long jacket. Sam is surprised to see her. "Jamie, what are you doing here?"
Jamie looks at Dean. "Dean called me."
Sam looks over at Dean. He shrugs. "What? She's psychic, she's the best person I know who can sort out this mess."
Jamie scoffs. "Uh, I also used to gank vampires for a living, and I was pretty damn good at it."
Sam smirks. "You're also on his side about Benny too, I bet."
Jamie chuckles. "Benny is the only reason Dean is standing here." Sam rolls his eyes and Dean smirks. "But he's also a vampire, and if he's killing again then we need to put him down." This time Sam smirks and Dean rolls his eyes.
Sam notices something important is missing. "So where's Mark?"
Jamie shrugs. "Spending time with Cas."
Dean looks almost shocked. "Really?"
Jamie nods. "What's Cas gonna do with him, take him to the Zoo?" Sam asks, amused.
"Yeah. Why, is that weird?"
Dean shrugs. "Well for Cas…"
As Sam raises his hand to knock on door number 2, Martin opens it. "You said look for an eruption. How's Mount Vesuvius?" He pauses seeing Jamie. "Who are you?"
Jamie grins. "Hey Martin. Been a long time, huh?"
"Wait." He recognizes her. "Jamie? John's little girl?" He looks at Dean and Sam for confirmation.
Jamie crosses her arms. "Jace Winchester, vampire slayer, at your service."
"It's a real pleasure to see you again." The siblings enter Martin's room and he closes the door behind them. "I got into town about a week ago. Up until last night, nothing. He's been clean."
"Doing what?" Dean asks.
"Just minding his own business. Working at the gumbo shack."
Dean looks slightly amused. "Benny's working at the gumbo shack?"
"Yeah. Slinging hash, pouring coffee – the whole bit. And he may be Benny to you. Folks around here call him Roy."
"Huh." Jamie looks at Dean.
Dean pauses. "Martin, you sure you're running on a full charge?"
"Y-yeah. L-l-little s-shock therapy in the morning, and I-I'm" He snaps fingers "good to go."
Jamie and Dean look at each other. Sam tries to smooth over the rising tension. "Tell us what happened last night."
"So, I followed him home, just like every night. He turned up a path. I hear a scream. I catch up. Then, boom – there he is. The old coot that Roy was eyeballing at the joint – vamped."
Jamie puts her hand out. "Wait, hold up."
Dean nods. "Did you actually see Benny kill the guy or not?"
"I saw enough."
Dean leans forward. "Well, then, how can you be sure it was Benny if you didn't actually see him do it?"
"B-b-because I saw Benny turn up the path, and then two seconds later, I trip over a body with its throat ripped. Look, man, you – you ever hear of Occam's Razor? "Keep it simple, stupid"? It's not that complicated."
Jamie shakes her head. "There's a lot of holes, Martin."
"Holes? The only holes we should be looking at are in the vic's neck."
Dean turns to Sam. "This sound like the Benny you know?"
"I don't know Benny." Sam replies, shortly.
"Oh right." He turns to Jamie. "This sound like the Benny you know."
Jamie shakes her head.
"The Benny you know? Say what? Sam, why am I getting the distinct impression that your brother and sister are vouching for a vampire?"
Sam hesitates, getting between Martin and Dean. "Guys, let's not argue."
"Nobody's arguing, but if this is Benny – and that's a big "if" –"
Martin cuts Dean off. "Oh, it's him."
"We'll see." Jamie remarks.
Dean shakes his head. "I got history with the guy, okay? I'm not signing up for a witch hunt." He turns to Sam. "I owe him more than that."
"What in God's great creation could a Winchester possibly owe a vampire? Am I hearing this right?"
Jamie pats Dean's chest. "Calm down, Martin. Dean's got this."
"Yeah. Look, until we get the facts, we stow the bloodlust and we work this case right, or we work it separately." He looks at Sam.
"Doing it right would be separating his head from his shoulders."
Jamie scoffs. "If anyone's head is coming off his shoulders, I'll be the one do it, clear?" She looks around at the men. Dean nods.
"We just need some time, Sammy."
"Oh, yeah. Let the fang take another life? I don't think so."
Sam ignores him. "How much time do you need?"
"You're not actually considering this?"
Jamie and Dean look at each other. Jamie shrugs. "Couple hours, tops." Dean tells him.
Sam raises an eyebrow. "And what if it turns out to be Benny?"
"Then it's Benny, and Jamie and I will deal with it!"
"Couple hours, guys. No more."
Jamie nods. "We'll be in touch."
Dean heads for the door and Jamie follows him. Martin follows them. "H-hey. Oh, look. Hey, uh –" Dean steps back and holds the door open for Jamie, then he walks out and closes the door behind him. Once they're down the hallway he looks at Jamie. She closes her eyes and puts her hands on Dean's temples. They hear Martin and Sam's words. "You're joking, right? We're doing this as soon as they pull away."
"No, we're not, Martin. We're gonna give them a little bit of time." Sam tells him.
"Hey, they're your siblings. It's your call. How long are you gonna let them go on like this? It's staring them right in the face."
Sam exhales sharply. "Well, sometimes it's not easy to see things for what they are."
Jamie takes her hands away and she and Dean stare at each other before walking away. "What's your plan here?" Jamie asks as they walk down the hall.
He looks at her. "To deal with Benny?"
"To deal with Martin and Sam." They walk down the stairs and out of the building.
"I know how to get Sam out of the way. Hey," he turns to her as they get to the Impala, "how are you and Cas?"
Jamie stares at him. "We're not getting back together." She gets into the passenger seat.
"Why not?"
She shakes her head. "We aren't meant for each other, Dean."
"Jamie…"
She scoffs. "Castiel is not Mark's father. We've been over this. That was the one tie I had to him, and it's gone, so there is no reason for us to be together."
"I know." Dean sighs. " But you have to forgive him, Jamie."
"It's not about forgiveness!" She yells.
Dean nods, realizing. "AJ is dead. He has been gone for what six years maybe seven? Isn't it time for you to move on?"
Jamie plays with her engagement ring. "I will never stop loving him, Dean. I look at Cas, and I…I…Cas…"She looks away. "When Cas looks at me, he doesn't see Jamie Winchester. It's not me he loves."
Dean sighs. "Well then if not you, then who?"
Jamie stares at him and then shakes her head.
Dean enters the gumbo shack with Jamie beside him. They sit down at the counter. Elizabeth puts a menu in front of them but Dean holds his hand up. "Actually, I already know what I want."
Jamie nods. "Yeah, me too."
"Let me guess – gumbo?" Elizabeth smiles.
Dean chuckles. "Was gonna be the gumbo till I saw…" he points and clicks his tongue. "…pie."
"Well, the special's pecan."
"'Course it is. Let's do that."
Elizabeth looks at Jamie. "And you sweetie?"
"Pie too, please."
Elizabeth nods and walks away. Dean looks at photographs pinned up behind the counter, including one of Benny with Elizabeth. He points it out to Jamie. Elizabeth returns. She sighs. "Bad news."
"You're out of pecan. Story of my life. Uh, that's all right. Maybe you can make it up to me. We're actually looking for an old friend of mine. I heard he's kicking around these parts. His name's Roy."
She nods. "Well, Roy works the night shift here. I mean, if we're talking about the same Roy."
"Uh, yeah, he, uh, putts around in a – a beat-up camper."
Jamie snickers. "Thing looks like a rolling death trap."
Elizabeth laughs. "Yeah, I thought I was the only one who gave him trouble over that piece of junk."
Dean laughs. "You wouldn't happen to know where he's parking that thing these days, would you?"
"Well, he, uh, was parking it out back, but just called to tell me he's gone up the road to Mill Creek for a few days."
"Okay. Uh, did he say why?"
"Oh... fishing, I think."
"Fishing, huh?" Jamie glances at Dean. "That's…cool."
"He really deserves a break. He's been working doubles for the last two weeks straight."
"Um, listen, I, uh, I tell you what." Dean writes on a piece of paper. "If he pops up before we can find him, you do me a favor and just have him give me a buzz. Or..." he slides the piece of paper over to Elizabeth." ...could just drop a dime yourself. He smiles.
"Sure thing..."she picks up the piece of paper "...Dean." She looks at Jamie. "You the wife?"
Jamie gets up. "Sister. I'm Jamie. "
Dean stands up. "And, uh, you are...?"
"Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth. All right. Take a rain check on that pie."
"Definitely."
Jamie turns to leave. "Come on, Dean."
Dean raps his knuckles on the counter and leaves. Elizabeth watches him go and looks at the piece of paper.
Outside Jamie leans against the Impala, watching as Dean makes a call on his cell phone.
"Leave a message at the beep."
Dean looks at Jamie. "Benny. I got a body here in Carencro with two holes in it, and I just found out you went fishing. Do I need to tell you what this looks like?" He hangs up.
Jamie looks up. "It aint him, Dean." Dean looks over at her.
Down at the creek Benny washes his bloody hands in a well. Someone walks up behind him. "It's not me, Dean."
"Now, which "me" are we talking about – Benny, or Roy?" Benny turns to face Dean and Jamie. Dean is holding a machete behind his back. Jamie is standing a step behind him.
Benny looks past Dean. "You must be Jamie." He nods to her. "Pleasure to meet you at last."
Jamie nods back. "Pleasure is all mine."
Benny turns back to Dean. "I'm just trying to blend in, Dean."
"Blend in? Who'd you plant, Benny?" He gestures to the fresh grave.
"Victim number two. If you're concerned about the missed calls, I didn't want to get you involved. Now... Want to safety that thing..." he puts his hand on his own machete "...talk a little bit or what?"
Dean takes his machete out from behind his back. Jamie crosses her arms. "I'm all ears."
"Rogue vamp." He mutters, turning away.
Jamie's eyes glaze over. "Came into the café a couple nights ago." She blinks. "Desmond." Dean raises an eyebrow.
Benny chuckles. "Ahh, Dean told me all about your gifts. I have to say, it's an honor." He smiles at her, she smirks. "Yeah, Desmond, youngster he is. He, uh, he remembers me from the good old days."
"The good old days?" Dean asks.
"I know it's hard to believe, but I haven't always been this cute and cuddly. He's chasing a memory, Dean. That's all. He's crewing up a new nest. He's hoping I can give him some cred. I told him no."
Jamie nods. Dean sighs. "All right. So far, so good. Let's get to the part about the blood."
Jamie looks at her brother. "It's Desmond. He's the one doing the killings."
Benny nods. "Didn't want to take no for an answer. He's trying to roust me out, leaving dead bodies in my wake till I sign up. Two bodies in two days. No amateur is gonna kick me out of my hometown, Dean. Not this time."
Dean looks surprised. "Hometown? You grew up here?"
"Born and bred. With Andrea gone and you hunting again, seemed like the right time for a homecoming – you two being the only ones who keep all my ducks in a row. Went back to my old job at the café. I even found someone to hold myself accountable to. Best kind of someone, Dean. Family."
"Elizabeth." Dean takes a few steps past Benny and sheathes his machete. Jamie's eyes light up.
"My great-granddaughter."
"Wow." Jamie rubs her belly.
"Really?" Dean makes a face, still facing away from Benny.
Benny raises an eyebrow. "Now, hold it, now. You didn't –"
"Uh, no. " He chuckles as he turns around. "No."
"No." Jamie assures him. "Does she know?"
"No. No, as far as she's concerned, I was just another drifter. I'd like to keep it that way. It's been tough walking the line here after all those years in Purgatory not having to deal with the hunger. But Elizabeth... She keeps me honest. I finally feel like I got a handle on this thing."
Dean raises an eyebrow. "Handle on things? Benny, you've got two stiffs on your hands and two hunters on your ass."
Benny smirks. "Oh, please. The half-wit who found me at the café? I'll take my chances with him."
"That half-wit was sent by our brother." Dean shoots back.
Jamie nods. "Yeah, and trust me – our brother's not someone you want to mess with."
"I don't have time to worry about them. I didn't think Desmond had an ounce of steel in his spine, but I was wrong about that. So now I'm gonna do what I should have done two days ago, which is put him back where he belongs."
"You know there's only one way to do that, right? And that is for you to sit on the sideline while we convince Sam and Martin to go after Desmond. They see you out there, they don't care if you're gonna be collecting for the March of Dimes."
Jamie steps forward. "They are gonna slice first and ask questions later. You know that." She narrows her eyes at Benny.
Benny isn't convinced. "You really think they'll go for that?" Dean sighs. Jamie sighs, she rubs her stomach, a pained look on her face. Benny notices. "You okay, darlin'?"
Dean whirls around immediately. "The baby?" he demands.
"We're fine, Dean." She tells him.
"Let me get this straight." Martin is leaning against the refrigerator with a glass in his hand. Sam and Jamie are sitting down on the bed and Dean is standing. "I follow your boy... down a freaking path and trip over fresh vamp kill, and then you practically catch him in the act... " he takes an ice cube tray out of the freezer compartment "...of burying a second body, and you're still taking his side?"
Jamie rolls her eyes. "Vampires pick people off from the outskirts of town, okay?"
"Pfffft!" He stabs the ice cube tray with a fork to loosen the ice cubes.
Dean nods. "Not in the cafés that they work in with their great-grandkids. In fact, killing any human – it's not his style."
"Not his style? Not his style?"
Sam turns to his siblings. "Listen, Dean, Jamie, we came here on a dead body. You asked for some time, and now there's another dead body. Are we just going on trust here?"
Martin takes a sip of his drink and looks at Dean and Jamie.
"Yes." They reply at the same time.
"Okay. Because we've killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us." Sam reminds them.
"Yes, I do – too well. In fact, every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point." Jamie glares at him. "But the one thing I can say about Benny – he has never let me down."
Sam is a little let down. "Huh. Well, good on you, Dean. Must feel great finally finding someone you can trust after all these years." He says sarcastically.
"Shut up, Sam." Jamie shoots back.
Dean looks down, then back up at Sam. "All I'm saying is that Benny is innocent."
Sam stands up. "No. You're too close to this."
Jamie turns to him. "Well I'm saying Benny is innocent."
"You're on Dean's side. Like always."
She rolls her eyes. "My god, Sam. You have got to get over this."
Dean steps towards him. "You're not gonna find him. And if you do, I'm gonna tell you this. You'll be lucky to get out alive. And you – " he points to Martin "you go with him, you're a dead man – period."
Martin drains his drink and picks up a knife. Sam sighs. "These are innocent lives we're talking about, Dean. And you're willing to risk that on Benny's word alone?" Martin moves to stand behind Dean.
"Damn right I am." Dean tells him.
"Dean!" Jamie gets off the bed just as Martin hits Dean hard in the back of the head with the hilt of the knife. Dean falls to the ground, unconscious.
Sam slowly looks up at Martin. "What... was that?"
"You son of a bitch!" Jamie rushes at Martin and punches him in the face. Sam grabs her and tries to pull her off him. Martin pulls back and punches her, knocking her out. Sam catches her.
"Woah, woah, hey! She's pregnant!"
"Ain't lethal." Martin replies, deadpan.
Sam lies her on the bed. "Are you insane?"
"Dean and Jamie made their choice. Let's go do our job."
Jamie wakes up awhile later, and groans. She's blindfolded and her hands are tied behind her. Dean is handcuffed to the radiator. "Oh. Ugh. Dean?"
Dean groans and comes too. "Jamie?"
"Yeah."
"Did he hurt you?"
Jamie groans. "If I say yes, will you kill him?"
Dean is struggles for his lockpick. "Uh huh."
"Then yes." She replies. She struggles against the blindfold till it slips down. Dean is attempting to free himself from the handcuffs. There is blood on his face.
"Come on." The handcuff unhitches and he moves over to Jamie. "Need some help?"
"Shut up. You're the reason I look like this." Dean undoes the cuffs from Jamie's wrists and gets up. He takes his cell phone out of his jacket, which he was wearing when Martin hit him, but is now on the bed. Jamie gets up and gets a towel. She cleans the blood off Dean's head. Dean looks at her and they share a look.
Dean dials Benny's number and he answers. "What'd they say?"
Jamie cleans the blood off Dean's face as he talks to Benny. "They didn't go for it. They're on their way to you. I'd get scarce."
"No offense, Dean, but your little brother doesn't exactly put chills up my spine."
Jamie looks at Dean and takes the phone. "Benny, listen to me. Do not underestimate our brother, okay? He can and will kill you given the chance."
"All right. So, what now?"
Jamie passes the phone back to Dean. "We go find Desmond."
"You take me with."
Jamie grabs their bags and follows Dean out the door. They walk out into the hallway. "Hey, I just told you – best thing you can do is lay low."
"That ain't gonna work this time, bub. You take me with, or I don't tell you where he is."
Dean looks at Jamie. "You know where he is?" He says into the phone.
"He said he's not gonna stop the killing till I join his little nest. Two bodies is enough. I told him I'm in."
"Benny."
"Dean, this is my fight. Are you in or are you out?"
Dean stands next to the Impala with his phone to his ear and sighs. He looks at Jamie and she nods.
Dean pulls up to the shipyard in the Impala and parks. Benny is waiting for them, holding a machete. Dean gets out of the Impala and takes out his own machete. Jamie gets out of the other side. "No knife, Jamie?" Jamie points to the one of the posts on the dock. She squeezes her hand into a fist and turns it. The post splinters into a thousand pieces. Benny raises an eyebrow and looks at Dean who smirks.
"This the place, huh?" He opens the trunk. So, what's the plan? We hang back while you guys do some trust falls and binge-drinking?" He puts a syringe of dead man's blood in his jacket pocket.
"Man, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you have an extremely low opinion of us vamps."
"Pssh. Call it healthy skepticism."
Jamie snickers.
Dean, Jamie, and Benny enter the shipyard building. Dean nods in one direction and Jamie nods. She and Benny go off in another direction. Dean looks around with a flashlight. Someone crosses the room behind him and he turns, but sees no one. Dean goes to investigate and Desmond drops lightly to the ground behind him. He advances on Dean, who turns and swings with his machete. Desmond sends him flying to the ground, then straddles him.
His fangs descend. "Benny never told me he was bringing a friend."
"You're not gonna talk a lot, are you?" Dean reaches for his syringe of dead man's blood. "I've been dealing with crazy... all day." He tries to jab him with the syringe, but Desmond catches his hand and squeezes it, breaking the syringe. Dean groans. Desmond forces Dean's hand down and slashes at his neck with a fingernail, cutting him. He licks his blood from his fingers, then snarls and lunges at Dean's neck. Jamie steps forward and throws her hands out. Desmond flies back into Benny, who catches him. Benny pulls Desmond upright and decapitates him. His head falls from his body and lands next to Dean's head. "Son of a... It took you long enough."
"You've lost a step, friend." He gives Dean his hand to pull him to his feet. "You need to lay off the junk food."
Jamie walks over to them. Dean touches the cut on his neck and winces. "Aah!"
"Dean." Jamie grabs a rag from her jeans and puts it against Dean's neck. Benny hears Dean's heartbeat as he looks at the cut. His eyes narrow and his lips twitch. Jamie narrows her eyes. "Benny?"
"You okay?" Dean asks.
Jamie grabs unto Dean, ready to pull him backward. Benny raises his eyes to Dean's. "Walk away, Benny." Jamie mutters.
"I'm fine." He turns and slowly walks away. Dean, walks out into the shipyard holding a rag to his neck. He walks over to Benny. Jamie follows behind him. "My life here is over, isn't it?"
"Afraid so."
Jamie nods. "Once word gets out... The machete swingers that'll come for you... You can't take them all. It's impossible."
Dean nods. "And even if you could..."
"We'd have a problem." Benny finishes.
"Guys like us, we don't get a home. We don't get family."
Benny turns to look at him. "What do you call you two and your baby?" He gestures to Jamie's stomach. "And your son?" Jamie looks away. Benny looks at Dean. "And Sam?"
Dean pauses. "Yeah. Benny, you got to go deep underground, where nobody knows who you are."
"Yeah. I got one last thing I got to do." HHe walks away.
Benny smiles as he watches Elizabeth, who is working inside the cafe. Dean and Jamie stand next to him.
"Time to go, buddy." Dean tells him.
Benny holds out his hand and Dean takes it. "Thanks for not giving up on me, brother."
"Don't give me a reason to."
Benny claps Dean on the back and turns to Jamie. "I never got to tell you thank you, for keeping my brother alive for a year." She tells him.
Benny nods. "My pleasure, ma'am. Give me a call when this little lady makes her appearance, would ya?"
She smiles. "Sure." They hug. Benny gets into his vehicle. Dean raises a hand in farewell as Benny drives away, and then wraps his arm around Jamie. "We're screwed up, Dean. But we're still family. Sam is still family."
He sighs. "I know."
She looks up at him. "You'll forgive him, eventually."
"Let's go."
Dean drives down the road. Jamie is in the passenger seat. She dials a number on Dean's phone and puts it on speaker. "Hey, Dean." Comes Martin's voice.
"Look, I'm just calling to let you know that the situation is resolved. Benny was not lying. There was another vamp, and we ganked him – together." Dean says pointedly.
"Oh. That's good, Dean."
"Yeah, shut up and listen to me. Benny's long gone, and he won't be coming back, ever. So for your own sake, do not follow him. Are we clear?"
"You don't have to worry about me, Dean. I'm long gone, too."
"Oh, and, Martin?"
"Yeah?"
"Find a new line of work." Dean and Jamie say together.
Dean hang ups. Jamie looks at Dean. She winces and grabs her stomach. "Jamie?"
Jamie shakes her head. "I'm fine. It's…It's Emmy…she knows something is wrong."
Dean looks concerned. "What?"
Jamie shakes her head.
Awhile later Dean is driving. Jamie is asleep in the passenger seat. Dean taps the steering wheel in time with the music.
I feel all right
Dean sings along with the music.
I feel all right tonight
Jamie opens her eyes suddenly. "Oh my god!" Dean looks over at her. His phone rings.
"Yeah?"
"Dean?" It's Elizabeth.
"H-hang on." He turns off the music. "Elizabeth?"
Jamie sits up straight, looking at Dean concerned.
"Y-you told me to call you if I saw... him."
Dean glances worriedly at Jamie. "What do you mean? Roy? Is – is he there right now? Elizabeth, what's going on?"
"Just come."
The tires screech as Dean does a 180 degree turn at a crossroads and accelerates.
Elizabeth is sitting on the steps outside the café as Dean and Jamie pull up in the Impala. Her hands are shaking. They walk over to her and she points to the inside of the café. Jamie goes inside. Dean takes a towel out of a pocket and holds it to the cut on Elizabeth's neck. He puts a hand on her shoulder as he walks past her into the café.
Dean enters and sees blood on the floor. Jamie looks up towards him from across the café. Her face is solemn. Dean walks across the café to her and finds Martin dead on the floor in a large pool of blood. Martin's bloody knife lies next to him and his neck is badly mauled. Dean looks up at Jamie. She holds her stomach.
Later that night Dean is driving, Jamie is looking out the window. "Dean. Phone." She looks at him. A phone rings. Dean looks around, Jamie leans over and takes a phone out of the glove compartment. She hands it to Dean. The display reads "Sam calling." He answers.
"Sammy?"
"Sam, I need your help. Come quick." Nice one. Swapping Amelia's phone out with a burner, sending a distress signal... You got me good. When did you do that?"
Dean looks at Jamie. "While back, in case I needed it." Jamie smirks lightly. "Looks like I made the right call. So, did you see her?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I saw her. And she's doing just fine. But, of course, you know that."
"Actually, I didn't. I did know it was the only way to get you to lay off."
"So? Is it done?"
"Yeah, it's done."
"Jamie alright? The baby fine?"
Jamie leans in and Dean holds the phone out to her. "We're okay, Sam."
" Any casualties?"
Dean frowns. Jamie sighs. "Martin."
Sam pauses. "Was it Benny?"
Jamie and Dean share a look. Jamie looks away. Dean pulls the phone back. "He had it coming, Sam. I'll tell you what happened."
"I-I know what happened, Dean."
"Okay, you want to listen to me or not?"
"Nope." Jamie mutters. Sam hangs up. "Like I said."
"Damn it." He angry throws the phone down and looks over at Jamie. "If you want to say anything, say it now."
Jamie smirks. "If it was us we'd have offed him too. Hell, I'm pissed I didn't get the chance." She looks out the window.
Dean chuckles lightly. "That's my girl."
She scoffs. "Yeah, if Dad could see us now."
He grins, reaching over to rub her stomach. "I think the fact that you're carrying my baby would bother him more than Benny." She laughs. Dean snickers, he wraps his arm around her shoulders and she leans into the hold.
