Chapter 46
"How did you find me, Crowley?" Jessie asked furiously.
"I'm pretty sure you're not stupid enough to lose your hex bag so..." he replied, trailing off.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "You knew I would be here."
"Give the girl a prize," he replied with heavy sarcasm.
"What do you want?"
"I was curious to see if you had really done something as stupid as telling the Winchesters about everything, but, I can see that you are."
"I didn't have a choice," she replied adamantly.
"Clearly."
She shook her head in frustration. "Obviously you're not here just to listen to the sound of your own voice. So whatever it is you want get on with it."
He grinned furtively. "One of these days I'm going to have to do something about that mouth of yours."
"And one of these days I'm gonna send you back to hell permanently."
He chuckled with amusement. "Ah, Jessie. I wish the Winchesters were as fun to play with."
She rolled her eyes but stayed silent. She just wanted him to leave as quickly as he had came.
"Fine," he said, looking not quite as amused as before. "I need to know what your plans are, now that the scooby gang is involved."
"Nothing's changed."
"Really?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Really," she replied tersely. "I have no plans to change my strategy."
He narrowed his eyes in curiosity for a moment, grinning. "And I take it you're going to be staying with the moose and his brother?"
She sighed, choosing not to argue with him about the name calling.
"Yes. And Bobby."
He nodded his head in understanding.
"Good," he replied before looking towards Sam. "And you. You're lucky I still need you alive."
"And you're lucky I can't get my hands on a weapon," Sam replied angrily, struggling against the invisible force that was holding him against the car.
He chuckled with amusement. "As much fun as this was—I have other people I need to keep an eye on. We'll be seeing each other again soon, my dear."
She rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Yeah, looking forward to it."
He seemed like he was about to turn around when he glanced back at her with a grin. "And by the way—congratulations on having a son."
She glanced at him with surprise, opening her mouth to retort, but he disappeared before she had the chance. When she turned around, Sam was standing behind her looking frustrated.
"Are you okay, Jess?"
She gazed at him in disbelief. "You're the one thrown up against the car and you ask if I'm okay?" She shook her head. "I'm fine. What about you?"
"I'm fine," he replied shortly. "What was that all about?"
She gazed at him with confusion. "I don't have a clue, Sam. You heard him just as well as I did."
"Really?" he asked suspiciously. "Then why do I have a feeling there was a hidden meaning in what he said to you? Something you understood completely."
"What are you saying, Sam?" she asked with surprise. "Are you accusing me of something?"
"Yeah, I am," he said as he crossed his arms in front of him. "What was that all about? Why did you tell him that your strategy hasn't changed?"
"It's exactly how it sounded," she replied, although she wasn't being entirely truthful. "I plan on keeping myself away from Meg and the angels. What did you think it meant?"
He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what I'm supposed to think, Jessie."
She knew she was keeping one thing from him, but she was still upset that he didn't trust her.
"I don't know either, Sam," she replied with disappointment.
He gazed into her eyes quietly for a few moments trying to figure out if he could trust her or not. Although she seemed genuine, he had a nagging feeling she was keeping something from him. It definitely didn't inspire him to trust her completely. He wanted to. But he couldn't. Not completely.
"We better get going before Bobby sends Dean out to search for us," he said as he pulled the car keys from his pocket.
"Not so fast," she said extending her hand out in expectation. "I'm driving."
He hesitated for a moment before tossing the keys into her hand.
She took no time jumping into the driver's side, waiting impatiently for him to climb into the passenger side. She wasn't really looking forward to an awkward quiet ride, but at least she was the one doing the driving this time. It would be enough to distract her from the silence—and her own guilt.
She turned the radio up the moment she pulled out of the parking lot. It served not only to distract her, but to keep Sam from saying much to her. There was one place she didn't want to argue with him, and that was in the car. But she didn't really have to worry. He spent most of the time gazing out the passenger side window, only occasionally glancing in her direction, which she pretended not to notice.
It wasn't a very long trip from the doctor's office to Bobby's house, arriving there not much more than thirty minutes later. Just as she'd imagined, Sam didn't speak to her once. However, he did walk around to the driver's side, opened the car door and offered his hand to her.
She took his hand, albeit reluctantly, and allowed him to help her out of the car, thanking him once she was on her feet. When he didn't say anything in return, she stood where she was, crossing her arms in irritation.
"So is this how it's gonna be now, Sam?" she asked with frustration. "You just gonna give me the silent treatment every time you think I'm hiding something?"
He was silent for a moment, pondering how he should respond. When he didn't answer right away, she began to sigh with irritation.
"I don't want to fight with you, Jessie," he answered quietly. "That's why I haven't said anything to you."
She narrowed her eyes. "If you have something to say to me, why don't you just say it, Sam?"
He sighed loudly. "Look, Jess. I love you. But I'm still having a difficult time trusting you. And then Crowley shows up and you still seem to be all buddy buddy with him. I definitely think I have the right to be a little suspicious."
She felt incredibly guilty about keeping the one secret from him, but it was all she was keeping from him. And there was a very good reason she had to keep it from him, and everyone else. No one could find out. Not if her life and the life of her unborn child were to remain relatively safe.
"I guess it is my fault, Sam," she replied. "I suppose I should've explained myself better."
He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but continued to stay silent. He was eager to hear her explanation.
"Crowley is pissed that you know about the baby. I made a promise to him that if I didn't tell you, he would do everything he could to keep me safe from Meg and the angels." She raised her hand when it looked like he was about to interrupt. "That's why I told him plans hadn't changed. I still need his help, Sam. Whether you think so or not. It's better to keep him as an ally than have him as an enemy."
"And you trust him?"
"Of course not. But I told you that already. And so far he's kept his word," she replied, suddenly taking on a more serious look. "I know it's gonna take time to trust me again, Sam. I know that I screwed up, but I'm trying."
He felt guilty, but he tried not to show it. He knew she would never do anything to hurt him purposely, and she was only thinking about the welfare of their child. But he knew only too well about putting trust in a demon and where it could get you. He didn't want her to learn that lesson the hard way. And of all the demons, he trusted Crowley the least. He'd done nothing but screw them over whenever he could. Not to mention he always had alterior motives. And the part that frightened him the most was he had no idea what those motives could be this time, although he did have a few ideas. He wasn't sure if she was being ignorant to his motives or just naive. Either way, he was going to do whatever he could to make sure Crowley—or anyone else for that matter—didn't hurt her.
"I know, Jess," he replied, smiling supportively. "It's just—I don't want to see you get hurt. If something happened to you—"
She glanced away with a frown, fighting an urge to cry. The last thing she wanted to do was upset him. It only added to her guilt.
"Come here," he said as he scooped her into his arms and held her tightly.
He closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair, holding back tears of his own. He'd been frightened for months and nothing he'd found out about the reason she'd been hiding relieved him at all. And mistrusting her only made him feel worse about all of it.
She allowed him to hold her for a short time before she pulled away slightly, gazing up at him with a smile.
"I'd love for you to keep holding me, Sam," she said with a grin. "But I'd like to get inside before I freeze."
He smiled, but he was slightly embarassed that he hadn't even thought about the cold, being completely distracted by their conversation. Releasing his grip from around her waist, he took her hand, walking her into the house.
As they walked into the kitchen, Bobby and Dean were both sitting at the kitchen table having a beer. They glanced quickly in the couples direction before continuing with the conversation they had obviously interrupted. Jessie couldn't help but feel ignored since neither of them greeted her. But she did her best to push the hurt out of her mind, since she knew the only reason they were upset with her was because they cared about her. It was still a difficult concept for her to grasp, since it had been a long time since she'd had any real sense of family, but she was trying.
Sam smiled at her, squeezing her hand supportively. "Why don't you sit down while I make you a sandwich?"
"That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day," she replied with a smile.
He smiled, helping her take her coat off before taking his own off and hanging them up on the coat rack. When he returned, he headed straight to the fridge and began pulling food out of it. She watched him for a moment before she walked over to the kitchen table and sat down beside Bobby.
"Hi," she said to no one in particular.
"Hi," Bobby said to her after a short moment of awkward silence. "How was your appointment?"
"Good," she replied with a wide grin.
"Is that all it was was good?" he asked curiously. "Care to elaborate?"
"Everything's great."
He rolled his eyes in frustration, turning his attention back to his beer.
"Does everything have to be an inquisition with you now?" Dean asked harshly.
She wasn't really surprised by his attitude, but his question caught her off guard. She was about to respond when Sam stepped in.
"Knock it off, Dean," he said sternly. "She answered the question. What more do you want?"
He glanced apologetically at his brother, speaking a little more carefully. "I think Bobby was expecting details."
"Don't speak for me, kid."
He felt slighted, since he knew Bobby wanted to know just as much as he did. But instead of protesting, or arguing, he sat back in his chair and drank his beer quietly.
Jessie was trying—with great difficulty—not to get upset over their questions and attitude. But at the moment, she seemed less than able to do that. To make herself feel better she blamed it on her hormones, although she suspected there was more to it.
"What were you expecting, Dean?" she asked sarcastically. "For the doctor to tell me it looked demonic?"
He glared at her but didn't respond. Not after the hard look his brother shot him.
"That's enough, Jessie," Sam said as he placed a small plate with a large sandwich on it in front of her. "Just eat."
It was a reprimand, but she knew he was telling her she'd feel better if she ate, which he was probably right about. So she took the sandwich with a thankful smile and began to eat.
He sat down between Jessie and his brother quietly, but he couldn't manage to stay quiet for long. Grinning wildly, he glanced back and forth at his brother and Bobby before abruptly blurting out, "I'm having a son!"
Jessie nearly choked on her sandwich in surprise, while Dean and Bobby gazed at each other in shock, unsure what to say.
"Uh, congratulations, Sam," Bobby replied hesitantly.
"Yeah, congrats, Sammy," his brother replied almost as hesitantly.
His smile faded slowly as he noticed their forced smile and congratulations.
"I thought you'd be happy for me," he remarked ruefully.
An awkward silence overcame the entire room. And when she couldn't take it any longer, Jessie smiled at Sam supportively.
"It's okay, Sam. We're happy. That's all that matters."
Bobby sighed, turning his gaze towards her. "That's not it and you know it, Jess."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, Bobby," she replied with sarcasm. "It being demon spawn and all."
"Jessie!" the brothers called in unison, while Bobby was silent in shock.
She rolled her eyes, picking up her plate.
"I'm gonna finish this upstairs," she said, standing up quickly, sweeping from the room.
"I'm sorry," Sam said apologetically. "She's a little sensitive after the day we've had."
Bobby's eyebrow flew upwards in suspicion. "What's that?"
He sighed before standing up in frustration. It took him a few moments of thought before he began to explain to them about their run in with Crowley. He didn't mention anything that would make them suspicious of Jessie, since he knew they already were. He figured he could keep an eye on her better if Dean and Bobby weren't trying to do the same.
Jessie finished her sandwich while sitting at the end of the bed in her room. She was much calmer once she finished eating, but she was still upset. She knew the baby situation wasn't ideal, but she thought at least Bobby would've been a little happy for her. Although she understood his concern, it still was her baby.
Instead of continuing to upset herself, she decided to lay down and have a nap. It had already been a long enough day for her. On top of her appointment, dealing with Crowley always took so much out of her. But as she lay her head down on the pillows, she found it difficult to get into a comfortable position. Eventually, after a lot of shifting around and positioning of the pillows and blanket, she finally drifted off into a light slumber.
She was awakened a short time later by a pair of feet lightly stomping into the room. She knew that it had to be Bobby because that was always the way he walked into the bedroom if she was sleeping and he wanted her to wake up. Otherwise, his footfalls were usually too quiet to even notice, asleep or awake. Stealth was something that you picked up as a hunter, if you wanted to survive.
She opened her eyes slowly, waiting until he sat on the edge of the bed before she attempted to wiggle herself into a sitting position, which she did with only minimal difficulty. She stayed quiet, waiting for him to break the silence.
"Were you awake?" he asked awkwardly.
"Yeah, somewhat," she replied.
He shifted his position, glancing at his hands for a moment before he turned to look at her.
"Look, I'm sorry, kid," he said ruefully. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"I know you didn't, Bobby. But you did."
He glanced down at his hands again, contemplating what he was going to say. When he gazed back in her direction he was looking apologetic.
"You know I'm not good at this kinda thing, Jess. And this situation, well, it's..." he said, trailing off.
"It's what, Bobby?" she prodded.
He sighed. "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"
She shrugged her shoulders, unsure of what he was trying to say.
He shook his head slightly. "I'm scared, Jess. More scared for you than I've ever been. And it's not like you haven't scared me before."
She smiled supportively, sliding herself close enough so she could take one of his hands in hers.
"I'm sorry, Bobby. This is one of the reasons I kept it a secret from you."
"That's not right either, Jess," he replied with a slight shake of his head. "You know better than that."
"I know, Bobby. But I can't change the past, can I?"
"Would you?" he asked.
She glanced away for a moment to ponder the answer. And although she wanted to tell him what he wanted to hear. She just couldn't lie to him.
"I'm not sure," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
He shook his head in disappointment. "At least you're being honest."
She felt ashamed that he was disappointed in her, but there was nothing she could do but attempt to make it up to him. She had no idea how she was going to do it, but she swore she would—somehow.
An awkward silence followed, lasting several minutes. Neither of them knew exactly what to say to each other, but their looks and body language expressed more than their words ever could.
When Bobby finally decided he'd bothered her long enough. He gazed at her with a thoughtful look. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, Bobby," she beamed.
He nodded his head and began to walk out of the room, turning back quickly when he got to the door. "Come downstairs and have something eat," he said before continuing out the door once again.
She thanked him as he was exiting the room then climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom before she did anything else. Besides having to pee, her hair was a tangled mess from tossing and turning to stay comfortable.
After cleaning up, she walked down the stairs slowly doing her best to listen for talking, in case she interrupted something. But the only sounds she heard were shuffling around and the moving of silverware on the table. So she continued down the stairs and into the kitchen, ignoring everyone except Sam, who was smiling brightly. She returned his smile then found her spot at the table beside him, lying her hand on his knee under the table.
"Thanks for letting me rest," she said, turning towards him with a smile.
"I thought you needed it," he replied, before grinning teasingly. "You were kinda grumpy."
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "You're lucky I'm not grumpy right now. You might find yourself eating through a straw."
He moved closer, whispering in her ear. "I'm ready any time you are."
She snorted, smiling deviously. "Be careful what you wish for, Sam."
He smiled, kissing her on the cheek lightly. "Don't I know that."
She smiled in return, but turned her attention to Bobby who had just placed a plate of food in front of her.
"I know it's not as good as your cooking, but it'll have to do," he said gruffly.
"I'm so hungry I could even eat your cooking, old man," she teased with a grin.
He rolled his eyes in response, but as he turned away from her he smiled.
Dinner went by relatively smoothly. Other than an occasional glance in her direction, Dean didn't say much to Jessie other than small talk. In fact, he barely spoke at all. Jessie wasn't sure what was said after she had went upstairs, but she could just imagine. Not that she needed anyone to fight her battles for her. She was strong enough to put up with being shunned and mistrusted, even if she hated it. Besides, she knew she had been in the wrong. She shouldn't have responded the way she did, but she was unable to control her outburst. She liked to blame it on the hormones, or being hungry. But she wasn't really sure that was the only reason.
After dinner, she spent the evening on the couch with Sam watching TV, while Bobby and Dean were researching something. She was happy because she got to spend time cuddling with Sam while the suspicious eyes were kept busy and away from her. She wasn't quite sure if it was the disappointment or the mistrust that hurt more, but either way she was happy not to worry about it for a few hours.
It wasn't too late when the couple finally went to bed, which made it more difficult for Jessie to find sleep. She figured if she hadn't napped she would have been exhausted enough to sleep, but no amount of trying seemed to help. No position seemed comfortable enough. The pillows didn't seem firm enough. And Sam was moving around too much. There was no way she was going to sleep at that moment. And after an hour of trying to sleep, she climbed out of bed quietly, creeping out of the room.
All of the lights were off downstairs when she made it down there, so she knew everyone was in bed. She crept quietly into the kitchen, leaving the lights off. Realizing she was hungry, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, unsure of what she wanted. A quick glance in the fridge revealed the need to go shopping for Bobby, since he had very little in the way of food. She closed the door quietly, stopping to ponder what else she might be able to eat, when a thought occurred to her. She wanted ice cream.
She opened the freezer door to see if she could find some ice cream, but with no illumination she was unable to see anything. She changed her mind, deciding to turn the light on after all. As she was closing the freezer door, she noticed a dark figure behind the door, making her jump back in surprise.
"Dean!" she yelled as he flipped on the light switch.
He glanced at her with surprise, his finger on his mouth in a hushing gesture.
"What're you doing down here?" he asked with suspicion.
Her first reaction was to snap at him for speaking to her in the tone he used, but she understood his reaction so she held her emotions in check.
"I'm hungry, Dean," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "I was hoping Bobby had some ice cream."
"Oh, sorry," he replied.
She opened the freezer door again now that the kitchen light was on, rooting around for ice cream. She managed to find an opened tub of it in the back buried under some frozen vegetables. But when she read the label she looked at it with disappointment.
"Dammit," she said as she set it back down and slammed the door.
"What? No ice cream."
"Yeah, but it's tiger tail," she replied with disgust. "Who the hell eats tiger tail? It sounds like something a poacher would eat."
He smiled at her with amusement. "You know that's Bobby's favorite."
"Yeah, I know. No accounting for some people's taste," she replied with a look disgust.
"I don't know why I'm gonna do this," he began to mumble to himself before raising his voice. "Would you like me to go get you some ice cream from the store?"
She looked at him with surprise for a moment before smiling gratefully. "Thanks, Dean. But I got a better idea."
He raised his eyebrow slightly in suspicion. "And what's that?"
"You can take me to the store so I can get what I want."
He wondered why she didn't just go herself, but after a quick moment he realized why. She had promised not to go anywhere without someone with her. He was relieved she was keeping her word. He didn't like being so suspicious of her, so he really hoped it was only short lived.
"Fine, but I'm driving," he replied.
"Absolutely," she said with a grin.
He was surprised she didn't argue, but he wasn't going to give her a chance to change her mind. He hurried her into his car and headed to the nearest store—that was open late—as quickly as he could.
Once inside the store, he watched in amusement as she chose several different kinds of ice cream bars and even a couple of chocolate bars before paying for all of it. He had never seen her eat much junk food, let alone go out of her way to buy it for herself, which is what made it especially funny. In fact, she was always telling him how awful junk food was for him. He was enjoying how ironic this situation was.
When they made it back to Bobby's, Jessie stuck her ice cream in the freezer, minus one bar that she immediately unwrapped and began to eat, while Dean watched with a grin of amusement on his face.
"What?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," he replied as nonchalantly as possible.
"Oh, where are my manners," she said teasingly. "Thank you for taking me to the store, Dean."
He smiled. "Well next time, wake Sam up and make him do it. It is his job to fetch you ice cream in the middle of the night."
She smiled but didn't respond. It was nice to have him looking at her with something other than mistrust and disappointment, so she didn't want to rock the boat.
Dean grabbed himself a beer and sat at the table to drink it while Jessie continued to eat. After two ice cream bars—one didn't end up being enough for her— and a chocolate bar, she decided it was time to go back to bed and try to sleep again. After saying goodnight to Dean, who was still nursing his beer, she went back up to her bedroom and climbed into the bed, snuggling into Sam's arms.
"Mmmmm, you're cold," Sam mumbled sleepily.
"Shhhh, go back to sleep," she whispered gently, kissing him lightly on the chest.
He moaned for a moment before his breathing became even again. Once she was sure he was asleep once again, she closed her eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.
When she woke up in the morning, she found herself in bed alone. A quick glance at her watch revealed it was already late morning, so she wasn't surprised to find Sam's side of the bed empty. She wasn't even sure how he managed to climb out of bed without waking her, since she was usually a very light sleeper. The only explanation she could come up with was that she must have been much more exhausted than she thought she was when she had went to bed.
After using the bathroom and following her usual morning routine, she headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. She stopped short near the bottom of the stairs, trying to listen to the conversation coming from the kitchen. She thought she heard the name Cas, so she stayed where she was to listen longer. When she realized they were actually speaking to him, she froze in fear afraid to even breathe, in case he would hear her. She had only been there for a minute when Sam walked into the room from the direction of the kitchen.
"You might as well come into the kitchen," he said quietly after walking over to her. "Cas wants to talk to you."
She gazed at him with fear and apprehension. "I can't, Sam."
He leaned closer, whispering in her ear. "I don't think he knows anything, Jessie."
"Are you sure? How do you know?" she whispered frantically.
"Calm down," he said reassuringly. "He just wants to tell you something."
"What?"
"I don't know. He said it's for your ears only."
She gazed at him with a look of fear, her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock, her breath catching in her throat.
"It's okay," he said, his brow furrowing in concern.
She nodded her head in understanding. "I hope you're right."
He smiled supportively before taking her by the hand, leading her towards the kitchen door. When they reached it, she hesitated, so Sam squeezed her hand reassuringly. She smiled at him gratefully before pushing the door open and walking through the door quickly, with her head held up bravely, despite her fear.
Castiel the angel was standing in the middle of the kitchen close to the table, while Dean and Bobby were standing nearby. He attempted a friendly smile as she made eye contact with him, but it didn't feel all that friendly to her. She glanced helplessly at Dean and Bobby, but neither of them seemed as concerned about the situation as she did. She continued to hold her head high feigning confidence, even as he stepped nearer to her.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
He stopped in place with a look of confusion. "I need to speak with you."
"Then talk," she replied impatiently, crossing her arms in front of her.
He gazed at her with curiosity for a moment before he took a few steps closer. "I will. As soon as we're alone."
She narrowed her eyes in confusion as he reached his hand towards her. She tried to back away but she wasn't quick enough. The moment his hand touched her, she felt a strange sensation that made her close her eyes for a quick moment. When she opened them, she was standing on a white sandy beach that stretched as far as she could see. Crystal clear ocean waters were lightly washing up on the nearby shore, the smell of salt water wafting in the warm breeze.
"Where the hell are we?" she asked, her eyes darting around in alarm.
"An uninhabited island in the South Pacific," he replied nonchalantly.
"What the hell are we doing here?" she asked angrily.
"I told you. We needed to speak in private."
She rolled her eyes. "I guess I can't argue with private," she said sarcastically.
He smiled lightly. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"You didn't. Just warn me next time you feel the need to take me somewhere against my will."
He narrowed his eyes lightly in confusion for a moment, before gazing at her stoically.
"I know about the baby you're carrying," he said.
She raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Anyone who looks at me can tell I'm having a baby."
He shook his head lightly. "No. That's not what I mean. I know that Crowley and Meg want that child," he replied, pointing to her extended belly. "The only thing I don't know is why."
"Well, you're a little late," she said sarcastically. "I already know they're after my baby."
"Do you know why?"
She wasn't sure if he already knew or if he was just testing her. Either way she knew she couldn't say anything. She had to lie.
"I have no idea," she said, looking straight into his eyes.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as if he was suspicious. "And you are positive you have no idea? Not even a guess."
She shrugged her shoulders as nonchalantly as she could manage. "He is a Winchester, after all."
He pursed his lips in thought for a moment. "I know you don't trust me, Jessie. But I want you to know that you can."
She snorted. "Right. Based on what? Your track record?"
"I have been trying to make amends for the mistakes I've made in the past. That's why I am doing this."
"So, somehow helping me will help you make amends? How's that?"
His gaze shifted as if he was looking somewhere far away, a slight frown on his face.
"I still feel that I owe Sam for what I did to him."
She knew exactly what he meant. He was sorry for breaking the wall inside Sam's head that had kept him from remembering his time in the cage with Lucifer and Michael. She hadn't known Sam back then, but Bobby had told her the hell he went through afterwards. He even spent some time in a psychiatric hospital. Eventually he was able to overcome his suffering, without any help from Castiel.
"So, I'm just a way to make it back into Sam's good book, is that it?"
"No. That isn't it."
She waited impatiently for a few moments for him to say more, but when it didn't seem he was going to speak, she sighed in frustration.
"Do you care to explain?"
"Look, we don't have much time. I don't know when someone might find us."
She shuddered involuntarily, then had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself. She didn't like his response. It sounded vaguely ominous. It made her wonder how much he knew and whether the other angels did too.
"I just want you to understand that I know what is going on and I intend on doing whatever I can to keep you safe." He paused for a moment as she stared at him in disbelief. "I know you have been speaking with Crowley. I also know you have a hex bag that keeps you hidden from both demons and angels. Don't lose it. And if you can, get Sam and Dean to carry one when they are with you as well."
"I don't understand," she interrupted, shaking her head.
"I would like to say more, but I'm afraid I can't say it out loud. In case someone is listening."
She narrowed her eyes in confusion and shook her head. "If you know what's really going on... then why?"
He gazed thoughtfully into her eyes. "No one is born evil. I believe your child should be given a chance to live before it is condemned."
She swallowed hard, fighting back tears. "Thank you—Castiel."
He smiled, nodding his head lightly. "I better get you back before Sam yells at me any louder."
A slight smirk crossed her face as she imagined him yelling at thin air, making the angel look at her with curiosity. She could only shrug and smile.
"I'm ready any time you are," she said. "Although I should consider myself crazy for not wanting to stay in this paradise longer."
He smiled before taking a few steps forward and placing his hand on her forehead. In an instant, she was back in Bobby's kitchen with three sets of concerned eyes staring at her.
"I'm fine," she said with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but the angel interrupted him.
"She can explain everything," he said shortly. "I must leave now."
Before anyone had a chance to utter a word, Castiel disappeared with only the sound of wings to announce his departure.
"Nice to see you, too, Cas," Dean said sarcastically.
Jessie snickered lightly before she walked over to the fridge. She was about to open the door when Sam called her name. Turning around, she smiled at him reassuringly.
"We'll speak just as soon as I eat breakfast," she said, adding, "and have coffee."
He glanced at his brother and Bobby, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk.
A/N: With a secret looming and Castiel aware of what's going on, where do you think that's going to leave the child? Do you think he can be trusted? And what about that secret? Do you think she'll be able to keep it for very long? What do you think it could be?
Sorry it takes so long for me to update lately. With working and everything it's difficult to get enough time to write more than a few sentences at a time. But I swear I won't be abandoning this story until it's done. And yes, I do know how it's going to end. I've known that all along *wink*
Thanks for reading!