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Chapter 16

"Dean!? Dean. Wake up. Oh, thanks to the Gods." J left his field of vision almost as soon as she became clear. She had fallen to her knees next to his table.

"J!?" was all Dean was able to choke out. He strained his neck to see over the side. She held up and finger to him for silence without looking up from the floor.

Dean watched as she took several deep breaths. She had her backpack with her. It was on the ground next to her as she rested her elbow on her knee and her forehead on her hand. Her eyes were closed.

"Sorry, man. This has been mentally exhausting. I have been doing things I have only read about before. Give me a second."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Dean said sarcastically.

"Yeah, actually I will, thanks." She fired back. Looking up at him, eyes flashing.

Dean was taken aback by her response. Only Sammy ever reacted that way to any of his taunts. This was new. A challenge. And it caught him entirely off guard. And the fact that he was still tied down was all but forgotten.

For a moment

"J, please." Was all Dean said.

J looked up again and stood up. Wavering slightly. Man, she wasn't kidding. She looked like shit. The most beautiful piece of shit Dean had ever seen. He was so happy to just see her again. Tot have her be physically near him again.

The fact of the situation compounded that feeling.

J steadied herself before she reached for Dean's wrists. She gasped at the sight of them.

And then she groaned.

"I was hoping this was just in your head. What did you do to yourself?" she sounded shocked, the look of genuine concern and worry on her face.

'What are you talking about?" Dean looked at her.

She finished undoing his wrists, then his ankles. Then she looked at the lacerations he had caused himself.

Dean looked down at his wrists and saw that it was not a pretty sight there either. He had done some real damage.

"Forget me, check Sam," Dean demanded.

J just looked up at him, pulling his pant leg back down to cover the cuts and friction burns.

She then went over to Sam and took a few minutes to examine him. "He's breathing. But he is not responding as he should be. I tried him first, then you. He may be deeper than we can wake him from. What I can wake him from."

As Dean rounded on her, she looked at him wide-eyed. "Well? Why don't you do your thing and wake him up as you did with me? Go into his mind and get him! What exactly are you waiting for!?"

Dean was shocked at not only his own tone but how he had just acted. And the fact that he did not actually want J anywhere inside of Sam's head. At all. He didn't want Sam knowing what it's like to have her inside of his head. He would rather she didn't.

But this was bigger than that. Dean knew he was being sophomoric about it. J looked at him and suddenly the fire in her eyes was pissed. And she was pissed at him. He almost recoiled physically at the look. He could almost feel her heated gaze.

When she spoke it was even, unemotional.

"Don't you dare speak to me in such a way, Dean Winchester. It is not that simple, and you know that. Yes, I can Dream Walk. Yes, I can do some weird shit with your mind. But your brother is not you. His mind does not work the same. There are a few things I can try to get him to wake up. I do have other ways. It is not like I won't try my damnedest to bring him back. Even if that means you carry him out and I do my thing AFTER we are not in immediate mortal danger. But I will not tolerate you treating me like that. I don't care what the circumstances are. I'll need you standing guard in case Fuckface comes back."

Before Dean could form an apology, she reached for her bag and opened it.

There was a wide array of items, most of which did not make any kind of sense at all.

First, there was that book that looked like Dad's Journal. Then were about half a dozen or so old toilet paper rolls that had what looked like wicks sticking out of one end. Looking like cartoon-like dynamite, but brown. There were spools of wire. A black box that had wires connecting to it. A wooden box with weird symbols all over it. As well as several clips of ammo and 2 guns. And it all had a strange smell to it.

J grabbed one of the handguns, cocked it, checked the chamber, and then handed it to Dean with an extra clip.

"Do not lose those. The bullets have been specially treated and will take out a Djinn. Or cause it some major pain and slow it the fuck down. Just aim for the head or heart. Now, these, these are a little different and you are going to have to trust me on them."

J looked back into her bag. Grabbing one of the toilet paper roll dynamite stick looking things.

"These are also of my own invention. They are just a compounded incense concoction that repels Djinn. Usually, the incense alone isn't enough to drive them away, but my blend is especially potent. It's fast burning. One of these babies only lets off smoke for about a minute or two, but it can fill a room in half that time. It can also be used as a smokescreen for quick escapes otherwise."

Dean just looked at her. He must have had a dumb expression on his face.

"What…?" was all she was able to say before Dean looked away and coughed, trying to hide the fact that he had been staring.

"Sorry, I am just not familiar with any of this. What are those bullets treated with?" he managed to say. Effectively changing the subject.

J went instantly back into work mode.

"You know that incense concoction there? The resin of burning said incense covers each bullet. Think Dead Man's Blood, but for Djinn."

Dean's mouth fell open. There was more than one way to fight a Djinn? Where had J learned all of this? Always with the questions.

J turned back to her back and brought out a bandana she was soaking with a water bottle. She gave him the dampened bandana.

"For your wrists and ankles. Clean them up the best you can while I work on Sam." J said as she reached into her bag and grabbed the wood box with all the symbols and markings all over it.

She opened it and took out a little glass vial with a dropper stopper. She handed him the little glass vial. The hand-written label, in tiny handwriting Dean could barely see read "Angel's Water, Sapphire Infused/ RA"

"I want you to clean yourself up and then dab this on the affected areas. It will help at least until we can get to a proper first aid kit." J said as she continued to rummage through the box.

She pulled out a small tin and opened it to reveal some kind of salve. She dipped a finger into it and turned away from him, towards his little brother.

Dean watched J tilt Sam's head up and her hand lightly brushed the hair from his brother's face so she could rub this substance on his forehead in an invisible sigil. Dean felt a flash of jealousy.

Then a flash of pain as a dabbed at his own wounds. His averted gaze had made him sloppy.

Dean's eyes remained focused as he worked on the dried blood around his wrists and ankles. The wounds were superficial at best. They had looked a lot worse than they really were now that the dried blood was gone. They were rawer than anything.

He unstopped the bottle and dripped some of the liquid onto his abrasions. He hissed when he felt the burn. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. The most prominent smell was rubbing alcohol. That must have been what the 'RA' on the label stood for.

After he was finished with his other ankle and each wrist, he looked over again and watched as J remained bent over Sam. Her eyes closed and her left hand on his forehead. She was talking quietly under her breath. Dean couldn't make out what she was saying.

As Dean watched J, her eyes flew open and she removed her hand from Sam's forehead. Looking at him intently. Obviously looking for some sign of life. Some sign that he was waking up.

They both stood silent for a few moments.

J seemed entirely unaware of Dean as she was focused on Sam.

"Shei e!" She whispered harshly to herself.

Was that German?

She was bent over his head now.

Dean looked closer and saw that J was whispering into Sam's ear. Her lips were moving incredibly fast. From what Dean could hear, it wasn't English.

She looked like she was concentrating as she spoke. Like she was reciting something rather than just talking to him.

After what felt like hours, but were just moments, Sam suddenly tried to sit upright and took a gasping breath.