Chapter 59
After Mike's funeral, Jessie and Sam spent one day alone at her house before they headed back to Bobby's. While it was nice to be alone with Sam, she figured having more people around would keep her from focusing on her guilt and sorrow. Besides, she figured he needed a break from constantly consoling her.
For the next couple of days, the boys spent their time looking for a case while she pretty much just cooked and cleaned. Other than hunting, it was the only thing that could keep her mind off the pain. While her temper was short, the men seemed to forgive her considering all she'd been through. Although after a few days they seemed to have had enough. That was when she stopped talking to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.
They'd been there for about five days when the angel Castiel decided to make a visit. He had only come to update them on the hunt for Meg, so it was a brief visit. However, it was anything but civil. Jessie had been out of the room when he showed up. But the moment she walked in she began yelling at him, telling him to leave using various obscenities, all the while he stood gazing at her in confusion. Bobby quickly escorted her out of the room.
"I've been pretty patient with you, young lady. But this attitude of yours needs to stop," he scolded.
"How can you say that to me, Bobby?" she asked with dismay.
"I know it's been hard on you. But this anger of yours is not healthy."
"Right. 'Cause you're never angry."
He shook his head in frustration. "That's my point. You don't want to be like me, do you? Grumpy and alone."
"You're not alone, Bobby."
"And neither are you. But if you continue to let your anger control you, you might find yourself alone before long."
"My family is dead, Bobby."
"What am I? And Sam? And Dean?"
She glanced away in shame, knowing he was right. She had let her anger control her. It was easier than giving in to her sorrow. Or guilt. And she'd done enough crying to last a lifetime.
"But it was my fault, Bobby. Mike would be alive today if he'd never met me."
"I don't want to hear you say something like that ever again. Mike loved you. He'd never blame you for what happened. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I was supposed to protect him."
She shook her head furiously. "It's not your fault. It's Meg's. And I'm gonna make that bitch pay."
"Dammit, Jess," he said with disappointment. "Don't go thinking you can take her on all by yourself. What do you think the angel was doing when he came to get you? He's the whole reason I'm here and not dead, too."
His words made her stop and think for a moment. Made her feel the all too familiar sensation of tears welling up in her eyes. But she wasn't going to let her sorrow take over again. She needed to be past it.
"The truth is, he saved you because he knows you. And he didn't save Mike because he didn't matter to him. I don't even matter to him, Bobby. The only reason I'm alive is because I matter to Sam. And because this baby matters to him. So excuse me if I don't bend over backwards to be friendly to him."
He knew she was probably right, but he wasn't at all happy with her attitude. He'd noticed a decline in her friendly demeanor, and it wasn't just with the angel. She'd done nothing more than snap at everyone, including Sam, for the past two days and it seemed to be getting worse. The worst part was he didn't know how to reach out, how to snap her out of it. He only hoped it passed before she began losing everything.
Once Bobby had returned to the library—where the angel was—she grabbed her coat from the hallway and headed outside.
It wasn't nearly as cold as it had been and much of the snow had melted, so after she stopped by the shed she decided to take a walk. Being cooped up in the house had been getting to her. She wanted to get out, hunt something. Her belly was starting to become larger, which meant she would soon have to stay home. She needed to hunt while she could. She needed to find Meg. It was pretty much the only thing that was on her mind these days.
When she made it back to the house, the three men were in the kitchen. Their heads turning at almost the exact same time, pretty much giving her the same look of concern.
"I just went for a walk," she said with irritation. "Am I gonna get this look every damn time?"
Sam got up from the table sweeping over to her, ushering her from the room.
"We need to talk," he said ominously.
She rolled her eyes slightly. "What about?"
"I know Castiel isn't your favorite, uh, person in the world, but he was here to help."
"Can we not talk about him, Sam?"
He shook his head in frustration. "Look. Meg is snooping around here. And you know what happened last time."
"You mean, when she slaughtered my friend?"
He sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He was conflicted. He didn't know what to say to her to help. But at this point, he'd pretty much lost every bit of patience he'd ever had. The only thing he could do to keep himself from yelling was to bite his tongue—hard.
"Can we not do this, please?" he begged.
She gazed at him with confusion. "Do what?"
He sighed again, shaking his head this time. "This. All of this attitude. I know you're hurting but your anger is way out of control."
"How dare you say that to me, Sam!" she replied angrily. "How dare you tell me how I should be feeling!"
"Forget it!" he yelled. "I can't even talk to you when you're like this!"
She watched as he stormed away with confusion. She stayed where she was for a few moments before taking off up to her room.
Once she was in the solace of her bedroom, she realized she had been in the wrong. It was difficult for her to realize that her anger had been out of control. But after much soul searching, she realized it was. She knew it was more than Mike's death. It was also the demon blood. Of course the worst thing was, Sam had never raised his voice to her since they'd met. Not even once. Even after all she'd done by hiding from him, he had never yelled at her. And instead of being ashamed, or even taken aback, she responded with more anger. She hated herself for it. But she was unsure what to do about, besides the obvious. All she could do was apologize and try much harder to keep herself under control.
After about an hour, she headed back downstairs to find Sam. She found him sitting in the livingroom on the couch with his laptop. He glanced up at her for a moment when she walked into the room before turning his attention back to what he was doing.
She sat down besides him, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. But after a couple of uncomfortable and awkward minutes, she realized he wasn't going to.
"Can we talk, Sam?" she asked humbly. "Please?"
He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. When he reopened them, he closed his laptop, turning towards her stoically.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I've had some time to reflect on my attitude and you were right."
He gazed at her silently for a few moments. "Is that it?"
"What?"
"I don't want to be right, Jess," he replied with exasperation. "I want it to stop."
His words hit her hard. In wanting to stop feeling the pain and heartache, she'd allowed herself to pretty much turn away any feelings other than hate and rage. She couldn't even remember the last time Sam had touched her in any manner for the past couple of days. Even in bed they slept apart from each other. In fact, they'd barely even spoken to each other. It's not how she wanted things to be. She wanted her revenge. But it wasn't worth losing the most important thing that mattered to her in this world.
She closed her eyes before covering her face in shame and began to sob. It was the first time she'd cried in days. It was also the first time in days she'd felt anything besides blinding rage. It was painful, but she allowed herself to feel it all.
Sam hesitated as she began to cry. But once he realized she was being genuine, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her protectively. He knew she'd been hurting. He just couldn't understand why she'd felt the need to push him away. He allowed a couple of tears to fall. A result of feeling relief over her change in attitude. He only hoped it was permanent.
For the rest of the day, Jessie spent her time with Sam. She needed to reconnect with him and her own feelings. She'd been returning to the way she'd been in her past—sans alcohol—and she didn't like it. She also didn't like the looks everyone gave her as if they were afraid to even speak to her. But most of all, she didn't like the distance between herself and Sam. None of the things she'd done would be worth a damn if she lost him. She couldn't let that happen.
The couple spent part of the evening watching a movie on TV, before heading up to their bedroom. Things were a little awkward between them. But for the first time in two weeks, they made love to each other before falling asleep.
The next morning was a much more peaceful event than it had been in a week. Jessie cooked and everyone ate, complete with civil, if even jovial conversation. It was almost like things had been before Mike's death. Almost.
While Jessie was finding it a little easier to be her normal self. The anger she was bottling up inside of her was still there. She just seemed to have a better handle on it than she had in the past few days. At the very least, she wasn't snapping at anyone. She considered that progress.
They were still gathered at the kitchen table an hour after breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Each of them passed looks of surprise at each other before Bobby got up to answer it. He wasn't gone long before he came back with a package and a letter.
"You expecting a package, Jessie?" Bobby asked as he handed her the envelope while placing the package on the table.
She took the envelope while eyeing the package suspiciously. It was rectangular. Taller than it was thin. It looked like it could be a small painting, but she had no clue. She hadn't been expecting anything.
The men watched with expectation as she opened the envelope. She swallowed hard as she pulled out a birthday card, her heart sinking the moment she opened it up. She instantly recognized the hand writing. It was from Mike.
' I know you're probably going to think I'm being cheesy or something, but I had no idea what to get you for your birthday. I know you hate celebrating it, and will probably kill me for even getting you something. But ever since you met Sam you've been different. Now that you're happy, I thought things could be different. In fact, you've actually inspired me. If you can find someone to make you happy, so can I. So I wanted to give you something to commemorate all the happy moments in your life. You're the best friend a person could ever have. Love, Mike. '
Tears had begun to fall from her eyes while she was reading. And when she was done, she didn't even look up from the card, she slammed it down on the table before running upstairs, flopping onto her bed and pulling the covers around her—sobbing.
Sam allowed her to cry for some time before he even walked into the bedroom. He'd read the card after she'd ran upstairs so he understood why she was so upset. He hadn't even remembered it was her birthday, which he felt bad for. But even if he had, he wasn't sure if she would've wanted to celebrate.
He called her name quietly before approaching the bed, sitting on the edge of it. When she didn't acknowledge him, he slowly pulled the blanket away from her until he could see her face. He didn't even know what to say, but he figured he had to try something.
"Hey," he called, brushing hair away from her face. "Are you okay?"
She opened her eyes slowly, hesitantly, blinking several times as the brightness hurt her tear stung eyes. She attempted to smile at his supportive gaze, but all she could manage was a grimace of pain.
"No."
"I'm sorry, Jess. I didn't remember today was your birthday."
She closed her eyes for a moment, fighting off another fresh wave of tears, swallowing hard. When she opened her eyes again, she found a slight amount of comfort in Sam's apologetic eyes.
"It's okay, Sam," she replied sadly. "I didn't even remember myself."
"I wish I knew what to say to you," he said regretfully.
She smiled lightly, patting the bed beside her.
He returned her smile before carefully climbing over her, sitting beside her.
"Just hold me, Sam," she said, cuddling up to him and closing her eyes.
He pulled her close, holding her supportively. He ran his fingers through her hair for a short time, eventually dozing off.
Sam and Jessie walked into the kitchen a couple of hours after they'd went upstairs, both had fallen asleep. Normally, Dean would have given his brother a teasing look for disappearing upstairs with his wife for so long. But for once he knew it would be wrong. Instead, he shot Bobby a concerned look, who shot him one in return.
"I guess I should open this," she said, standing at the table in front of the package.
Sam stood by her supportively, his arm around her waist. He wasn't going to push her, although he thought it would be best if she did just get it over with.
She tore off the thick brown paper to reveal a large picture frame with several pictures. All of them were pictures of herself with Mike, except for the middle most one, which was a picture of herself with Sam on their wedding day.
"Oh my god," she gasped as tears began to form in her eyes.
Sam took the frame from her when her hands had begun to shake, placing it down on the table before pulling her into a tight embrace. He held her until she stopped sobbing, which was only a minute later.
"I'm okay," she said with an appreciative smile as she brushed his cheek lightly.
He returned her smile, releasing his grip on her.
She picked up the picture frame again, glancing over it with appreciation and admiration. All of the pictures depicted good memories for her. And while Mike was now gone, her memories of him weren't. He obviously had went through a lot of effort to put such a wonderful present together for her, she couldn't just deny it existed. She was going to make sure she hung it up at her house the next time she went there. If nothing more than to honor her fondest memories of her best friend.
"I'm not really up for celebrating my birthday," she said to the men as she placed the frame back down on the table. "But, I think we all deserve a good meal after all we've been through lately. So if there's no objections, I'm taking us all out for a steak dinner."
There were no objections, but both Bobby and Dean seemed to have some concerns. Although neither of them spoke it aloud, each of them knew what the other was thinking. But since Sam seemed content that his wife was in a good mood, they wanted to keep him happy. And most of all, they wanted to keep Jessie happy. She'd been miserable for so long, they didn't want to do anything to change that.
The restaurant she had in mind was two towns over, so they had to leave an hour before they'd intended to eat. Everyone hopped into the Impala, with Dean driving and Bobby riding shotgun, while the married couple sat in the back. It was a quiet ride, but also uneventful. Which at this point, everyone was grateful for.
After everyone had finished eating their main course, and before dessert, Bobby handed Jessie an envelope. She was surprised, assuming that he'd forgotten her birthday just like she had. And of course the brothers were also shocked, shooting each other looks of surprise that didn't go unnoticed by either Bobby or Jessie, but were ignored.
She opened the envelope, smiling in amusement as she saw the dragon on the front of the card. When she opened the card, there was a piece of paper folded inside. She shot Bobby a curious glance as she unfolded it and began to read it, an excited grin creeping across her face.
"Oh my god, you found it!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, I found out where it was. But buying it is gonna be up to you. It's a little bit out of my price range," he replied with a delighted grin.
She smiled at him brightly. "This is the best present ever."
Everyone was quiet for a few moments before Dean finally couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
"Are you gonna tell us what it is, or what?"
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "I've been looking for a particular car for the past couple of years and Bobby finally found it for me."
"What car?" he asked with interest.
She grinned. "In 1967, Chevy made it's hundred millionth car. It was a blue, two door Caprice. I've wanted this car for a very long time."
"And how much are the owners asking for it?"
She snorted. "Too much."
"You're not gonna tell me, are you?"
"Dean," Sam called with irritation.
She chuckled. "It's okay, Sam. He can ask. But I'm not telling him. All I'm gonna say is it's a lot of zeros."
Dean seemed satisfied with the answer since he didn't say anything more. And since he had noticed the waitress bringing his dessert, pie of course, he was more than happy to keep silent and eat.
Jessie waited until he'd finished his pie before she decided to make her announcement.
"Dean. Since your birthday was missed because of all the awful things that happened recently, I wanted you to know I didn't actually forget."
"Huh?" he said as he was trying to scrape what was left of the pie off the plate.
"I actually got something for you while we were on our last case."
"Got what?"
She smiled. "I found someone who was selling their ' 67 Impala for parts and I thought it would come in handy. I know you're always bitching about not having original parts."
His smiled immediately brightened, his eyes wide. "Are you serious?"
"Of course. It would've already been delivered to Bobby's if I hadn't been preoccupied the past week."
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments.
"Thanks, Jessie," he replied with sincerity.
When she got up to pay the bill, Dean badgered Bobby about the price of the car she wanted. But no matter how many times he asked, he wasn't going to tell him. How much money she had, or was going to spend, was none of his business let alone Dean's. And even if Sam had asked, he would've said the same thing. It was her business to tell, not his.
When they were ready to leave, Sam let Bobby and his brother leave through the doors, while he stayed back with his wife.
"I'm sorry I forgot it was your birthday, Jess," he said as he pulled her into an embrace.
"It's okay, Sam. Really."
"I feel bad, though. Not only did I forget, but you paid for your own birthday dinner."
"No one twisted my arm to come here, Sam. It was my idea."
"I know, but—"
She pulled him close and began to kiss him so he wouldn't continue speaking. She was in a somewhat happy mood and she didn't want him to spoil it.
He was smiling happily as he pulled away. "We better get going or grumpy and grumpier are gonna get pissed."
She laughed, squeezing his butt for a quick moment before nearly running out the restaurant doors.
He was happy that she finally seemed to be returning to her old self. He'd felt lost not knowing how to help her. He only hoped that it was permanant and not an act, which he was afraid of. He knew she hated to feel weak and vulnerable. And he could tell she was still hurting. And if it was an act, he would hate to see what would happen when she finally couldn't keep it up any longer. But for now, he was going to try his best to stay positive.
He smiled happily before following her from the restaurant.
The next day, the trio finally found something to hunt. And since it was on the way, they stopped at Jessie's house to hang her birthday present before they continued on to their destination.
Their hunt only took them two days, since it was a very straightforward case. It was a ghost. They dug up its bones, salted and burned and then went on their way to their next case.
This trend pretty much continued for the next few weeks. Travelling from one case to another. Most of the cases involved ghosts, but they did manage to take out a small vampire nest two weeks in.
While Jessie knew they were trying to continue moving so they could keep away from Meg and any hunters who might be after her, the travelling was beginning to become too much for her. Each week she gained a tiny bit more weight. And each week the baby became much more active until it had begun to affect her sleep. Of course she never complained, or even mentioned her issues with either Sam or Dean. She didn't want them to make a fuss over her. Her viewpoint was, she'd been up against scary monsters of all sorts that would scare even the toughest person. And women had been getting pregnant and giving birth since the dawn of time, so she should be able to get through it as well.
It was nearly a month later when they finally returned to Sioux Falls. Bobby was happy to see everyone, however, he seemed a bit apprehensive as well. Jessie assumed he was worried because they could easily be found at his house, but she also wondered if there was another reason. She'd found him acting strangely towards her since the incident with the whiskey bottle cap. Not that she blamed him.
The only reason they'd come back was because she had to see her doctor. She hadn't been going once a month like she was supposed to. And since she was getting closer to the end of her pregnancy, she needed go. But if not for Dr. Riley calling Bobby and letting him know he was concerned, she might have waited a little while longer. She was not fond of seeing doctors for any reason.
Sam and Jessie were approaching her car when Dean came running out of the house behind them. They stopped and turned around, both of them glancing at him curiously.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I'm coming with you," he replied matter-of-factly.
She raised her eyebrow with surprise. "You want to come with me to my doctor's appointment?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Should I make a list?" she replied with sarcasm. "I'm driving. In my car. With my music. And most of all, we're going to a doctor."
"I don't have anything better to do," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
She glanced at Sam for a moment, who only shrugged in response. He didn't seem worried, or concerned, yet something was telling her there was a good reason Dean wanted to accompany them.
She unlocked the door to her car and climbed in before the boys even opened their own doors. She sighed, assuming that his sudden need to follow them had something to do with Bobby. She had been in a decent mood, which was now sullied by whatever Dean's motivation was. However, she smiled at Sam when he sat next to her, before buckling up, putting the car into gear and driving away from Bobby's house.
It was a short drive to her doctor, so there was little time to dwell on the weirdness of their situation. However, she did find it funny in a strange way. The Winchester's on the way to a doctor's appointment, for Sam's pregnant wife. I bet they'd never thought that would ever happen in their lifetime. She definitely wouldn't have imagined it.
Since Jessie was the last appointment of the day, there was no one else in the waiting room when they arrived, only the nurse at the reception desk. She greeted them, asking them to sit and wait until the doctor was available.
She sat beside Sam with Dean sitting on the other side of her. She felt uncomfortable. At first she thought it was Dean's presence. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was more to it than that. She felt uneasy from the moment she'd walked into the building. She tried to ignore it, but to no avail. For some reason she wasn't able to shake the feeling so easily.
She was about to tell Sam she felt she needed to leave, when a couple walked out of the doctor's exam room with Dr. Riley following closely behind them. He smiled at them in his usual friendly way, waving them to follow.
"Where are you going?" Jessie asked as Dean began to follow.
"With you and Sam," he replied tersely.
"What?" she asked with surprise. "Inside the exam room?"
"Why not?"
"Dean. I don't think Jessie wants you to come in," Sam replied.
She snorted with amusement. She figured he'd be more uncomfortable than she would.
"It's okay, Sam," she said, lying her hand on his shoulder. "If your brother wants to he can."
He looked confused but followed her with no question into the exam room, his brother close behind.
It was only a routine exam. So after weighing her, which she threatened the doctor with bodily harm if he mentioned the numbers out loud, he took her blood pressure then had her hop onto the exam table.
"What was that?" she asked anxiously as the lights flickered for a moment, glancing at the brothers with worry.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's been happening on and off for a few hours now," the doctor replied absentmindedly while prodding her belly with his fingers.
She knew there was something wrong. It wasn't just a feeling. She was sure they were trapped by demons. And the look on Sam and Dean's faces, they seemed to be thinking the same exact thing. But for the doctor's sake, she smiled and pretended nothing was wrong while he checked her heart and then the baby's heartbeat.
"That's awesome," Dean said with a grin as the doctor removed the fetal doppler stethoscope.
Sam beamed proudly, but his mind was preoccupied.
Once the doctor had left into the back room, Jessie climbed off the table, gazing at the boys with an anxious look.
"I think we should leave before he comes out of his room," she stated. "I don't want him to get hurt."
"Aren't you being a little hasty?" Dean asked as he stood up from his chair. "We don't even know if there's anything to worry about."
"He's right, Jess," Sam replied as he stood up. "You shouldn't worry for nothing."
"For nothing? Seriously?" she said with irritation. "Why did you come with us, Dean?"
"I was curious," he replied quickly.
"Right. And you're gonna pretend the lights flickering was nothing."
He ignored what she said, turning to his brother with a knowing look.
"Stay here, Jess," Sam said as he pulled Ruby's knife from inside his jacket.
"No," she replied adamantly. "I'm not staying here."
"Will you just listen to him for once," Dean said with irritation. "If there's demons out there, we'll take care of them."
"No."
"Dammit, Jess!" Dean said with frustration. "Sam's been distracted enough lately without having you in harm's way."
Sam shot him an angry look.
"What? I've been in harm's way a lot lately," she replied with confusion.
He shook his head with frustration. "Forget it."
"Dean—"
"She's not gonna listen, Sammy."
"But—"
"Let's go, Sam."
He glanced at his brother pleadingly, who just turned away, removing his gun from his jacket.
"Jess. Please stay here," Sam begged.
She sighed, shaking her head in refusal.
"I'll be right behind you," she said, pulling out her own gun before closing the door to Dr. Riley's office and putting a chair against it so he couldn't open it. She had to make sure he'd be safe before following the boys out of the exam room.
The boys stepped into the waiting room with hesitation, scanning the area quickly, their weapons poised and ready. They didn't see anyone—or anything—in the room. It was empty.
The two men kept their weapons poised, shooting each other an uneasy look as Jessie stopped behind them. No one uttered a word, but their eyes spoke volumes.
They began to walk swiftly through the waiting room heading towards the only exit. Dean in the lead, Sam following close behind, while Jessie was behind him. They had only made it half way through the room when the lights began to flicker again.
"Get back, Jess!" Sam yelled as Meg and two other demons came in to view.
Before Dean could even pull the trigger of his gun, Meg waved her hand lazily, sending both brothers flying against the wall, unable to move.
Jessie backed up a few steps as Meg and the demons crept closer, standing her ground as bravely and defiantly as she could, regardless of the immense amount of fear she was feeling.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this a wonderful surprise," Meg said with a sinister grin.
She glanced at each of the brothers before her eyes fell upon Jessie, her grin lessening just slightly.
"You can't imagine how difficult it's been to finally catch up with you. Especially in some place where it would be easy to set a trap for you."
"You call this a trap?" she asked defiantly. "You and three demons. Hardly anything to worry about."
She laughed evilly. "You say that, yet your two heroes are pinned against the wall and helpless."
"Maybe. But I'm not helpless."
"You?" she replied with a laugh. "What do you think you can do?"
"After what you did to my friend, you'd be surprised," she replied furiously.
She smiled malevolently, stepping closer to Jessie, the brothers yelling their protests, which she ignored.
"What's going on?" Meg asked furiously, stopping short.
"What?" she replied in confusion.
The demon glanced at the brothers shrewdly for a moment before turning her attention back to Jessie.
"My demon powers aren't working on you. Why?"
She shrugged, speaking as convincingly as she could. "How the hell would I know?"
The demon narrowed her eyes in suspicion and anger.
"Then we'll just have to do this the hard way," she replied, glaring at her demon companions. "Grab her. Both of you."
"No! Leave her alone!" Sam yelled.
The two demons began to approach her, when suddenly the lights went out, making the room completely dark, not even a hint of light anywhere.
Jessie was afraid to move, she couldn't see at all. And when she suddenly heard the demons scream in agony, she became even more paralized in fear. But she had little time to worry. An instant later the lights came back on.
She blinked her eyes quickly a couple of times, the brightness stinging her eyes. Once she could see again, she noticed that Meg was no longer standing in front of her. Instead, Crowley was standing in her place, grinning mirthlessly.
"Didn't I warn you to be careful," he said with irritation.
She ignored him, instead gazing at the floor where the Winchesters were lying.
"What did you do to them?" she asked furiously.
"They're only knocked out. I didn't want them to know what happened."
"What did happen?"
"I managed to get two of her accomplices, but the whore got away."
"You let her get away!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Be mindful of the way you speak to me, my dear."
She knew he was dangerous. But she also knew he still needed her for something and he needed her unharmed. That didn't mean she wasn't afraid. At any moment he could decide he didn't need her any longer and then he would make her pay. And she was afraid to find out what exactly he would do. He was the King of Hell after all. She had to continue playing along for the time being.
She gazed at him fearfully. "Sorry."
He grinned with amusement. "Good. You know your place. Just because I can't use the majority of my demon powers against you does not mean I can't hurt you. Don't forget who you're speaking to."
The best way to keep herself from snapping or saying something else he wouldn't like, was to run over to Sam and check on him. She kneeled on the floor beside him, lifting his head into her lap. Gazing at him helplessly, she brushed his face lightly with her fingertips, calling his name. She turned for a moment to glance in Dean's direction when she heard him moan, noticing that Crowley was now gone, sighing in relief.
She called Sam's name a few more times before lying his head gently on the floor and heading over to check on Dean. His eyes opening the moment she called him, so she helped him into a sitting position.
"Damn my head hurts," he said, resting a hand on the side of his head. "How's Sam?"
"He's still unconscious," she replied.
"What?" he said with distress, glancing in his brother's direction.
She rested her hand on his shoulder. "Don't move, Dean. I'll check on him," she said reassuringly.
She made sure he wasn't going to move before returning to Sam's side. He moaned lightly as she lifted his head into her lap once again. She called his name gently until his eyes slowly fluttered open, finding her eyes immediately.
"What happened?" he asked weakly.
"Don't worry about that right now. We can discuss that when we get back to Bobby's house."
Her response did not put him at ease. Instead, it made him worry more. But his head felt like it had been split open so he wasn't about to argue with her. Instead, he allowed her to help him into a sitting position, where he passed a worrisome look to his brother.
After she was sure the brothers were fine, she went to find the doctor. He wasn't happy that he'd been locked in his back room. But when he found out why, he was glad he had been. She was just relieved he was unharmed and that he believed her. It was one of the reasons Bobby had always dealt with him. He knew about the supernatural as well.
The doctor wouldn't allow the Winchesters to leave without a quick examination. They balked, but went along with it. They were fine. But the doctor obviously wanted to soothe his own piece of mind. And once he was sure they were fine, they quickly left the office, heading back to Bobby's.
A/N: I should've had this up a couple of days ago but I got busy. Hopefully you think it was worth waiting for.
Thanks for reading!