Chapter 19
Jessie was worried as she sat in the kitchen waiting for Bobby and the Winchesters to come back inside. She was afraid that she would lose one–or all of them–if what she'd seen really was the Alpha werewolf.
They weren't outside as long as she'd expected them, but she was relieved when they were safely inside.
"If he was there, we missed him," Bobby explained to her.
She nodded her head, then told him she was going to bed. He looked at her suspiciously, but didn't say anything else.
She was tired, and now that she had an answer to the question of how to kill the monster that had decimated her family, she wanted to be rested up so she could find him and kill him–permanently.
She managed to fall asleep quickly, despite everything that had been running through her mind when she'd laid her head down on her pillow.
The next morning, she woke up feeling well rested and surprisingly clear headed, even before her first cup of coffee. She hoped it was a sign of good things to come.
She heard Bobby speaking to Sam and Dean as she quietly crept down the stairs. He had mentioned that tonight was exactly a week before the full moon. She knew that meant there might be other werewolves out and about tonight—and for the next six nights—leading up to the full moon, if he'd created more.
She cleared her throat loudly as she neared the bottom of the stairs, so no one suspected she'd been spying on their conversation. And just as she'd thought, they seemed to stop talking abruptly, an uneasy silence in it's wake.
She smiled brightly. "Good morning," she said to no one in particular.
"Good morning," they replied in unison.
She glanced at them suspiciously before going into the kitchen. She was looking through the cupboards when Bobby walked in behind her.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
She turned around to face him, glancing at him sarcastically. "Making breakfast."
"I can—"
"I'm perfectly fine today, Bobby," she interrupted. "Besides, I'm only making oatmeal. I think I can handle it."
He seemed like he was sizing her up, maybe to see if she was lying about being fine, but if he suspected something, he never said anything.
"I would love some oatmeal."
She gazed at him teasingly. "You know I'm making my own, not using some packaged mix, right?"
"That's why I want some," he replied with a wink.
She turned her attention back to the cupboards, pulling out everything she needed then began making the oatmeal. Bobby had left the kitchen by this time, leaving her alone to cook.
When she was done, there were two pots of oatmeal on the stove. One was made with brown sugar and maple syrup and the other was filled with a mixture of dried berries and some fresh strawberries that hadn't been eaten the night before.
She set a bowl of the maple and brown sugar oatmeal in Bobby's seat, before calling him in. The brothers followed him, nosing in the pots.
She wasn't surprised when Dean turned his nose up at the pot with fruit in it, taking the same as Bobby was eating. She also wasn't surprised when Sam took the one with the fruit, just as she did.
The room was quiet as the four of them sat with their bowls of oatmeal and cups of coffee. Jessie felt like there was tension in the room, but she was unsure what it was about. She could only imagine it had something to do with a plan she wasn't included in.
She cleaned the table up and did the dishes after everyone had eaten, but not because she wanted to be helpful this time, it was so they didn't suspect she knew something was going on.
Afte she'd cleaned up, she got ready to leave the house, but before she was able to walk out the door, Bobby walked up behind her.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?"
She turned, glancing at him with irritation. "I have to run into town for something."
"I don't want you going alone."
"I'll be fine, Bobby."
"You know what happened the last time, right?"
She sighed angrily. "You can't expect me to have a chaperone the rest of my life Bobby. I've survived this long without one."
He narrowed his eyes, seeming to ponder something. "Turn on the GPS on your phone."
"No," she replied defiantly.
"Jessie," he said sternly. "You just survived a head injury. You barely escaped the Alpha with your life. Why won't you do this?"
She was about to yell at him, tell him to mind his own business like a spoiled child. But the concern in his eyes kept her from saying anything to that effect. Instead, she held her anger in check, which was much more difficult when Dean and Sam walked into the room behind him.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, Bobby," she began tenatively. "If I turn the GPS on, I'll just turn it off after I leave. And while Sam is smart and resourceful. He won't be able to track me down by other methods either."
"So you're saying you don't want me to know where you're going, is that it?"
"Actually, yeah," she said, crossing her arms angrily. "I know you're worried about me, but I'm used to having my freedom."
"Fine. I give up," he replied, keeping a straight face. "When can I expect you to be back?"
"A couple of hours," she replied, glacing at Dean and Sam.
They returned her gaze with questioningly looks.
"I'll call you," she said as she turned on her heel and walked out the door.
She ran to her car, started it and took off before she'd even put her seatbelt on, which was something she rarely did. She hated to be so indifferent towards Bobby, but he could never understand what finding this werewolf means to her. She had to be the one to kill him. It was the only way she could make him pay for what he'd done to her family, and to herself.
She drove well past town for almost an hour, until she reached a church at the edge of a small town. After parking her car in the empty lot, she walked in the front door, then proceeded to walk into the main part of the church, sitting down on the front pew.
She only had to wait a couple of minutes for the pastor to realize she was there. He looked at her curiously as he approached her and sat down.
"What is it you need, my child?" he asked quietly.
She glanced at him stoically for a moment before smiling. "I think we can skip the formalities, don't you, father?"
He returned her smile, laughing lightly. "Of course. We've known each other too long for that."
"Yes, we have," she replied.
They stood up, hugged each other, then sat back down again.
"How have you been, Jessie?" he asked. "It's been awhile."
"I've been better."
He studied her for a moment, folding his hands in his lap. "Would you like to talk about it?"
She laughed lightly. "I'm not here for confession."
"Hmmm," he said with a smirk. "I bet there's a man involved."
Her mouth flew open widely in shock. "You're still trying to marry me off, aren't you?"
He smiled supportively. "No, but you can't blame me for hoping you would find someone to make you happy."
Her mind fluttered to Sam for a moment making her smile slightly, before she realized she'd done it.
"Ah, so there is a man you might be interested in?"
"You are way too observant."
"All part of the job," he replied. "Now why don't you tell me why you're here?"
She sighed, glancing at him reluctantly. "I need a favor."
"I see. So this has something to do with a creature of some sort I'd imagine?"
"Yeah."
"Whatever it is, all you need to do is ask."
She hesitated, before pulling a silver dagger from the inside of her jacket. "This is a pure silver dagger," she said handing it to him. "I need you to bless it."
He looked over the knife, turning it in his hand. "Of course."
"But, it needs to be blessed...with your blood," she said quickly.
"Oh, I see."
She watched as he cut his finger, making it bleed enough to bless the knife. He handed it back to her when he was finished, then squeezed the finger with his other hand.
"I hope that works for you, Jessie."
"I can't thank you enough," she said standing up.
"Just be safe," he said, shaking her hand with both of his. "I'll say a prayer for you."
"Thank you," she said, pausing a minute before turning around to leave.
She waited until he couldn't see her before rolling her eyes. She didn't really want him to say a prayer for her. She knew the angels didn't give a damn whether she lived or died. Even before she knew what real angels could be like, she didn't believe in prayer, regardless of going to church every Sunday with her grandparents.
She switched the knife in her ankle sheath, for the newly blessed one, placing her favorite knife in a sheath she kept under the driver's side in her car, before heading back to Bobby's.
As Jessie was pulling up to his house, she suddenly had a feeling of dread. She wasn't exactly sure why, but her intuition was hardly ever wrong.
She practically ran into the house, where she found Bobby staring at her in shock.
"How come you're back so soon?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she said with confusion. "I told you I wouldn't be long."
He gazed at her as if she'd spoken another language for a moment. "But you sent Dean and Sam a text message not long ago."
"What're you talking about? I didn't send anyone a text."
He looked at her horrified. "If you didn't send it, who did?"
"My phone is right here," she said pulling it out of her pocket.
"It wasn't that number. It was your alternate phone."
She stared at him is if she hadn't comprehended what he'd said, then ran outside without a word. She wrenched open the passenger side door of her car, then began rummaging through her glove compartment. When she didn't find her spare phone, she ran back into the house.
"My spare phone is missing, Bobby."
"Dammit!"
He grabbed his phone, trying to call both Dean and Sam, but neither answered any of their several phones.
Jessie had grabbed her laptop, trying to track them. It didn't take long for her to find where they were, but she didn't tell Bobby. She didn't want him to insist on going with her.
"Bobby, I'm gonna track them from the road," she said as she closed her laptop and tucked it under her arm.
"Oh no you're not," he said. "Not by yourself."
"We don't have time to argue about this, Bobby. I'll call you when I know something."
He watched her run out of the house, unable to speak quick enough.
Jessie jumped in the car, threw her laptop on the passenger seat and took off, heading in the direction her computer told her the Winchesters were. It was well over a two hour drive, even driving at a high rate of speed.
When she pulled up to the spot her computer indicated, she was in a parking lot of a large warehouse, but she didn't see the Impala anywhere. She drove around the entire building once, before pulling up to the back of the warehouse, where one of the large bay doors was open. It was almost completely dark outside so she couldn't see anything from inside the car.
She had a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach as she climbed out of the driver's seat, but she pushed it out of her mind. She retrieved her hand gun from the car, tucking it in the waist of her pants, then grabbed a flashlight. She knew if she found the Alpha she wouldn't be able to kill him with the gun, silver bullets or no sillver bullets, but she would be able to hurt him. That's all she needed to do to be able to get close to him to use the knife.
The Impala being strangely absent was what frightened her the most about the situation as she approached the bay door. She stood listening, before peeking her head around the corner of the door, looking into the building.
From what she could see, it was pitch dark inside the building, no sounds or light. She turned her flashlight on, holding onto it with one hand, her gun in the other, and began slowly walking through the large door, stopping about ten feet in to allow her eyes to adjust slightly.
The part of the warehouse she was standing in appeared to be the place where the deliveries were made. There were pallets full of boxes stacked twelve feet high and in orderly rows, and a couple of forklift trucks parked nearby.
She walked past the rows of pallets slowly, quietly, her flashlight the only light in the increasing darkness. Once in awhile she would glimpse the nearly full moon shining in through one of the warehouse windows, but it wasn't nearly bright enough to make much of a difference.
As she approached the end of the pallets, all she could see was darkness. She shone her flashlight into the deep void, but she couldn't see an end to it. She took a couple of tenative steps into the open space, then stopped to listen.
She didn't hear anything, so she took a few more steps forward, then turned to go back the way she'd came in. She'd only taken two steps when she heard a strange sound. It sounded like a dog's claws on the sidewalk. She only had enough time to take a deep breath and cock her gun, before everything went black.
Jessie opened her eyes slowly, hesitantly, as she lay face down on the cold, hard surface of the cement floor. Her eyesight was a little blurry, but she couldn't be mistaken by what she saw standing in front of her, the Alpha werewolf.
He was standing about fifteen feet away, under the only source of light—one single lightbulb from above—staring at her with a sick, perverse look of amusement. It was almost surreal as the light only illuminated a small area, making it seem like the darkness around could envelop them at any moment.
She struggled to get into a sitting position, all while the werewolf watched her with his piercing glare. Once she was up, she realized her gun was lying at his feet. She couldn't feel the knife in her sheath, but she could only hope it was still there.
"It's nice to see you're finally awake," the werewolf taunted with a sharp toothed grin.
"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" she yelled shaking with fear and rage.
He laughed malevolently. "You've been a thorn in my side for far too long to let you off that easily."
Someone walked out of the darkness, appearing behind him, whispering in his ear. At first she thought it was just a man, but as he glanced towards her, she noticed his crazed eyes and jagged teeth. He was a werewolf.
"And let the fun begin," the Alpha said with a note of enjoyment.
She felt a shiver of fear run through her as she heard some moaning and shuffling in the darkness. Almost as if by magic, two additional werewolves appeared out of the darkness, carrying two limp bodies with them, which they discarded carelessly on the ground on each side of the Alpha.
"Sam! Dean!" she cried with fear. "What have you done to them?"
"They're fine, I assure you," he replied, nudging each of them with his foot. Each of them moaned, moving slightly.
"What do you want with them?" she asked angrily.
"To watch your final moments," he replied coldly. "But first, they need to wake up."
He bent down, touching his hand to both Dean and Sam's arm. Almost immediately, their eyes fluttered open. Before either of them could get to their feet on their own, a werewolf grabbed each of them, holding their hands behind their backs, and putting their teeth near the back of their shoulder.
"What the hell?" Dean yelled.
Sam grunted in pain, glancing at Jessie with sorrow.
"This is between you and me you bastard!" she yelled as she tried to stand up.
She tripped as the werewolf standing behind her knocked her legs out from under her.
"I thought you wanted this, Jessie," his steely glance remaining cold. "You want answers, don't you?"
"Answers about what?" she asked with confusion.
"I know you've been wondering why I killed your family. It's eaten you up inside over the years," he laughed coldly. "I've enjoyed watching you cause pain to yourself all this time. If you hadn't decided to get close to people again, I might have allowed you to live longer."
She was shocked by his admission, but her mind was in overdrive, allowing her to get past her shock quickly.
"How do you know I wouldn't have found you first?"
He laughed in amusement. "You've only ever found me because I wanted to be found."
She gazed at him with confusion. "I don't believe you."
"Oh yes," he said laughing coldly again. "I let you think you killed me because it served my purpose. It allowed you to let your guard down, begin to get close to people again." He stopped and laughed.
"How sad and lonely you were with only a crusty old man as a father figure," he continued to taunt. "But then you met the Winchesters." He stopped again to sneer, glancing at the brothers quickly. "And now I can take my revenge on all of you at the same time."
"Why would you want revenge on them? They never did anything to you before they met me."
He laughed coldly. "Perhaps not. But this is where the sins of the father fall to the sons."
Dean and Sam glanced at each other confused.
"Didn't she tell you?" he asked, glancing at Dean. "Your father took her away from me the night I came to kill her family. It would have ended with her that night if not for his interference."
"I thought he killed you?" Dean asked with confusion as he glanced at Jessie.
He laughed again with amusement. "But as you know, it's not that easy to kill me."
"Why did you kill my sister?" she interrupted.
He turned to gaze at her coldly, grinning in perverse amusement. "That was your fault. Don't you remember?"
"How was it my fault? I was only ten," she asked defensively.
He narrowed his eyes, still grinning. "Your parents may have led a normal life, but they never gave up hunting, did they?"
"They did until you killed my sister!" she yelled angrily.
"No, they didn't. If they had, don't you think they would have gotten rid of all their research, books, journals and such?" he laughed. "Instead of leaving them hidden somewhere for their children to find."
She averted her eyes guiltily.
"Oh yes. You remember now, don't you? You remember when you were nine and you found all of their books about hunting creatures, right? Do you remember how your sister asked you to keep it a secret from your parents? Do you remember how she became obsessed with the books? Or how she stopped fighting with your parents about learning how to shoot a gun and taking self defence?"
"Shut up!" she screamed. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
"My, my, we sure are testy."
"It's not my fault!"
"Oh, but it is, Jessie. She began to hunt creatures all on her own. All because of you." He stopped and laughed. "She found me quite by accident. It was quite funny actually."
"Shut up!" she screamed, shaking in anger.
"Not until I tell you what really happened," he replied with a grin. "You do want to know what really happened to your sister, don't you?"
"You killed her!"
"No, I'm sorry, but I didn't. That's just what your parents told your grandparents. I guess they couldn't tell them the truth."
"Lies! They're all lies!" she screamed, trying to stand up.
The werewolf behind her kicked her leg out from under her again, sending her sprawling backwards, smacking her head off of the floor.
The Alpha laughed with pleasure. "You should be more careful. Didn't you just get over a head injury?"
"Leave her alone!" Sam yelled angrily.
He turned to Sam, grinning maliciously. "How chivalrous you are, Sam. It's all very sweet and innocent, isn't it? Though it didn't look all that sweet and innocent between the two of you the other night."
Dean glanced at his brother with a raised eyebrow.
"As fun as this is, why don't I get back to my story," he said coldly. "I didn't kill your sister, Jessie. I turned her into a werewolf."
"What?"
"Oh yes. She was too young and beautiful for me to kill. So I turned her and sent her back home."
"No! You lie!"
"Your parents couldn't kill her, so they began looking for help with a cure. That's when they turned to John Winchester," he laughed with amusement. "But as you well know, there is no cure. So the next month when she turned, they tried to keep her confined. Too bad for them it didn't work."
Tears were beginning to form in Jessie's eyes. "They killed her?"
He laughed loudly, grinning widely with pleasure. "They knew they should, but they couldn't do it. That's why they asked for John's help."
"You mean..." her voice trailed off as she glanced at the brothers sadly.
"John Winchester killed your sister, Jessie. He killed Miranda."
The tears she'd been holding back began to fall down her face faster than she could wipe away.
"Now everything has come full circle. And that's how it's going to end," he said grinning malevolently. "I'm gonna turn you, and then the Winchesters are gonna have to hunt you down."
"No way in hell!" Dean yelled.
"You can't do that!" Sam yelled.
The werewolf behind Jessie grabbed her roughly pulling her up from the ground, holding her hands behind her back. She was fighting to get away, but the werewolf only gripped her harder, his claws digging deeply into her arms, causing her to scream in pain. He began to push her towards the Alpha, all while she fought against him.
As she became nearer to him, she couldn't help but stare defiantly into the alpha's cold, unfeeling eyes. She couldn't allow him to see how afraid she was. And she wouldn't scream. She wouldn't let him have the satisfaction.
She glanced over at Sam, looking apologetic. He seemed to return her look with anger, which surprised her. She wasn't sure why he would be angry with her.
She was only a few feet away from the Alpha, when a gunshot rang out of the darkness. Then suddenly the werewolf behind her began to release his grip on her, falling backwards.
Jessie was surprised, but she didn't allow herself a moment to think, or hesitate. She moved to the side, just as the Alpha reached out to grab her. He managed to rake his claws across her left arm as she moved away from him. It hurt like hell but she didn't scream.
At the corner of her eye she noticed both Dean and Sam had taken advantage of the werewolves holding them. Then two more gunshots rang out from the darkness and the two werewolves that had held the brothers, dropped with a thud to the ground.
Once the brothers were loose, it was easier for Jessie to think, not worrying about them any longer. She stared down the Alpha defiantly, daring him to attack.
The Alpha grinned, flashing his sharp teeth at her, then began to walk towards her slowly, deliberately. When he was within arms reach, he swung his arm out, but she dodged the blow easily.
"I'm gonna be the one to kill you," she taunted.
He swung at her again, one arm after the other, but she blocked and dodged each of them, taking a step backwards as she did so. But she could only dodge and block so many, before she became tired and he finally made contact with her, sending her flying a few feet backwards, landing on her side.
She tried to get to her feet quickly, but she only managed to sit up when the Alpha caught up to her, grasping her by her hair. She looked up at him involuntarily as he pulled her hair harder and harder. But when the pain became too much, she was going to stand up, then suddenly there was a gunshot, hitting the Alpha in the chest. The wound didn't kill him, but it distracted him long enough for Jessie to reach down to her ankle, unsheath the knife she'd had blessed especially for this purpose and plunged it straight into his heart.
The Alpha stumbled as the knife pierced his heart, the taunting grin he'd been wearing had disappeared, replaced by a look of shock and surprise, then he fell backwards on to the ground, unmoving. Dead.
Jessie let out a sigh of relief, then fell to her knees. She was sore and tired, but glad it was finally over. She would never have to worry about the Alpha ever again. But the things he'd told her, they were still very fresh and vivid in her mind. It didn't feel so much like a victory to her.
She was too involved in her thoughts to notice someone was behind her, until they placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head quickly, ready for an attack. But instead, she looked up into the concerned eyes of Bobby.
"You okay, kid?" he asked quietly. "You had me worried."
She pulled herself up to her feet with the help of Bobby, then threw her arms around him tightly. She had never needed him more than she needed him now.
"Hey, now," he said quietly, after holding her for a short time. "Why don't we get the hell outta here?"
She pulled away from his embrace and nodded her head.
"Where are your keys?"
"Huh?" she said uncomprehendingly.
"I don't want you driving right now. Sam can drive your car back."
She pulled the keys from her pocket absentmindedly, handing them to him.
"Stay here," he said gently, as he walked towards Sam and Dean.
When he walked back to her, he was carrying the gun she'd lost earlier. "Here," he said as he handed it to her.
She took it in her hand, which fell limply to her side.
Bobby glanced back at the brothers for a moment with concern, then gently led her to his car.
A/N: Well, Jessie managed to get her revenge, but what did it cost her? What do you think she's going to do after she deals with everything? Or will she just go on like nothing is wrong?
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