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Title: Thoughtless Memories

Chapter Title: Chapter Seven: Well Placed Guilt

Set After: Asylum

Summary: Dean thought Sam hated him. What better way to say 'I love you' like rock salt in the chest, right? He thought he couldn't feel any worse pain than he had when his brother spat those words at him, then shot him... But one day Sam was attacked while Dean went out for coffee... And he found something worse than that pain. "Sam? You okay?" "Um... Do I know you?" Now Dean's fighting to save his only brother... and his memories... But will he make it in time?

Warnings: Self-blame; murder.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Jessica. "Why are you back? How are you back?"

Jess sighed, looking down at the table for a moment. I'm here to protect Sam, Jessica thought. But, no, she couldn't tell Dean. Not yet. He'd freak out. Majorly. Jess looked up at Dean and nodded. "Fine. I was brought back. To help Sam at this time."

"Why? Who brought you back?" Dean asked. He didn't know if he could trust her... but he'd have to... in order for Sam to trust him. Because Sam loved Jessica, and he could remember her at the moment, not him. Damn, the irony.

"I'm sorry, Dean, that's all I can tell you," Jess said, standing up. "Just know that if Sam dies his soul will be in the hands of the Devil. And I want to keep that from happening."

"Sam, when you get your memory back, are you going back to school with me?" Jess asked, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. She pushed some hair behind Sam's hair as they sat on Kyle's couch that night.

Sam looked over at Dean, who was researching on Kyle's laptop. He had stopped typing, and Sam knew that his older brother was waiting for his response. He smiled slightly and looked back at Jessica. "Sorry, Jess, I can't."

Jess pouted a bit and gave Sam puppy dog eyes. "Aw, why not? What happened to my boyfriend being Mr. Winchester, Attorney at Law?"

Sam smiled and laughed slightly. "Well, that dream has come and gone."

"Well, what's your new one?" Jess asked, raising her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Keeping my brother alive," Sam said, shrugging. "With what we do he's gonna need me there to bail him out and save his ass."

"Bitch," Dean said, typing on the keyboard, though he was smiling slightly.

"Well, as long as you're always thinking about me," Jess said, shrugging. She smiled and wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, kissing him deeply. Sam smiled and kissed her back.

"I'd appreciate it if I didn't have to watch my brother and his recently dead girlfriend make out," Dean said, looking over at the two.

Jess and Sam broke apart and looked over at him. Jess smirked, raising her eyebrows. "Well, then don't look," she said, causing Sam to laugh slightly and Dean to roll his eyes, though smiling slightly.

"Alright, fine, be that way," Dean said, standing up. He grabbed the computer, looking back and forth between the two. "You know, you're just as bad as him."

"Why, thank you. I take that as a compliment," Jess said before kissing Sam again.

"I'm gone," Dean said, turning towards the kitchen.

Jess looked at Sam for a moment before her eyes flashed red, then went back to normal.

"Woah, Jess," Sam said, jumping back slightly.

"What?" Dean asked, turning around.

"Her eyes just flashed red," Sam said, standing up quickly. Dean set down the laptop and slowly made his way over to the two.

"No, I'm not evil," Jess said quickly. "I'm not. You guys don't understand."

"Then explain it to us," Dean said, crossing his arms.

"I can show you," Jess whispered, looking down at the ground. "I can show you Mary's memory on the night she died..." She looked up at the two. "Then... Then I can show you my memory... From the night I died."

Sam nodded. "Okay." He sat down on the couch, then pulled Dean down next to him.

Jess stood up and sighed, putting her hands on each of their heads. She hesitated for a moment before taking them both into the memory.

Mary, Sam and Dean's mother, rushed into Sam's room. She stared at the black figure. "Get away from my son."

The black figure turned around. He smirked slightly, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mary, I can't. Sam isn't like you. He isn't like me. He's strong. He's powerful... He's evil. Even more so than I am."

Mary shook her head. "No, he's not. Sam's a good boy."

"He's only a baby. One that I'm taking for myself. You shalln't see him again," the dark figure whispered before turning back to Sam.

"No!" Mary yelled, running over to him. He turned around quickly, sticking something sharp in Mary's stomache. She screamed loudly, and he pulled it out, sticking it back in a few times. The figure moved his hand quickly, Mary flying to the ceiling. As he heard someone running up the steps he disappeared.

John walked into the room, looking around quickly. When he didn't see anyone he breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to Sam's cradle. He smiled and reached out to his son, and touched his face softly. Then... then blood dripped on his hand. John looked confused, and he looked upward, finding Mary's body on the ceiling.

"Mary!" John yelled as fire erupted around her. He grabbed Sam just as Dean ran into the room. John ran over to his oldest, handing the baby to him. "Take you brother outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean, go!"

Dean nodded and ran out as John turned back to his burning wife.

"Your youngest will soon be mine..." a mysterious voice called out. John looked around before running out of the room.

Jess sighed slightly as the memory ended. She took a few deep breaths before launching into her own memory.

Jess woke up in hers and Sam's room. She looked around and sighed slightly. "Oh, Sam, where are you..?" She got out of bed and walked over to their bathroom. "Well, now that I'm up I might as well take a refreshing shower..." Jess leaned over the tub and turned on the faucet before flipping the switch that turned the shower on.

Jess turned around and walked out of the bathroom, knowing that the shower always took some time to turn hot. She sat down on the bed and grabbed a picture off her nightstand. She smiled as she looked at her and Sam on New Year's eve. She had actually convinced Sam into wearing one of those dorky pointy party hats, while she was wearing one herself. They both looked so lame it was laughable. They were in front of the camera, kissing, confetti falling around them, the sign in the back reading 'Happy New Year's!'

Jess smiled and set the picture down, standing up. Deciding a nice glass of wine would go perfect with her bath, she walked out of her room, heading towards the kitchen. Half way there she gasped as she saw a man in the darkness. She smiled slightly, shaking her head. "Sam, don't scare me like that!"

"I'm not Sam," the man said, his voice growling at her.

Jess took a few shaky breaths, shaking her head. "Sam, that's not funny. Quit it. You know better than to try to scare me this late."

"I'm not Sam," the mysterious man repeated. Jess backed up a bit, the man following her slowly. "Where is he?"

"Why?" Jess asked, narrowing her eyes. She continued to back up, the man still following her.

"I want him... No matter what anyone thinks he's mine. He doesn't have any family except me. Too bad I couldn't explain that to his mother before she sacrificed herself for him," the man said, with an air of one talking about the weather. He had succeeded into backing Jess into her room now. The lights flickered out before she could see his face."Will you do the same, or will you tell me where he is?"

"Sam's not here," Jess said, tripping over her bed and falling backwards on it.

"Obviously," the man growled. "Where is he? Is he with his brother?"

"You'll never get anything out of me," Jess growled at him, standing up from the bed. "I love Sam and you're not going to get his whereabouts from me. Ever."

"Why do you protect someone who has been lying to you the whole time you've known him?" the man asked, smirking slightly.

"What? No he hasn't," Jess said, unwilling to believe her ears. "And even if he has it was for a good reason. Sam loves me. He would only want to protect me."

"Guess again, sweetheart," the man said before sticking the same sharp object into Jessica's stomache.

Jess pulled her hands off of Sam and Dean's head, looking hesitant. She looked back and forth between her boyfriend and his brother. The two opened their eyes slowly, and Dean looked over at Sam quickly. Sam suddenly stood up, tears in his eyes.

"It's my fault," he said quietly.

"No," Dean said shaking his head. "Sam, it isn't --"

"Yeah. It is," Sam said, nodding. He looked at Jess, shaking his head. "Jess, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything and I'm sorry I'm the reason you died. I --"

"Sam, he wanted you, yes, but I died protecting you," Jess said, putting a hand on Sam's cheek. "Sam, I love you. And I'd never want anything to harm you. Neither did your mother. She loved you too. We were protecting you. We were protecting you from that thing."

"It's still my fault," Sam said, shaking his head. "You guys wouldn't have had to protect me if it didn't want me. Maybe..." Sam looked down at Dean, then back at Jess. He shook his head, turning from the two. "Maybe Mom should've let it take me."

Jess was opening her mouth, about to say something, when Dean held up his hand. She nodded and Dean stood up, walking over to Sam. "Don't you ever think that, Sam. Ever."

Sam turned around and faced his brother his eyes still teary. "But it's true."

"No, it's not," Dean said softly. "Without you our family would have been less of a family than it is. Without you both Dad and I would have been dead a long time ago. Without you I wouldn't have known that there was true honest-to-God good in this world. Without you I wouldn't have had someone to depend on and make me laugh and smile all these years. Without you --"

"Without you I wouldn't have been able to open my heart to true love," Jess said, walking over to the two. "Sam, I've been hurt so many times in my life, but you know what? You changed my mind about love and men. You've opened up a whole new world for me. And without you that wouldn't have been possible."

Dean smiled slightly, looking away from Jess to Sam again. "Sam, you're needed. So don't you ever think that you're not where you're supposed to be. If you think it one more time I swear I'll beat you. Got it?"

Sam smiled slightly, nodding. "Yeah. I got it."

Dean nodded. "Good." He then turned back to Jess. "Doesn't explain why your eyes flashed red."

"You're going to have to sit down for this one..." Jess said, smiling innocently.

Sam: Figures. It was all my fault.

Dean: Hey, listen to Haley's Story's Dean. He's smart. Handsome, too.

Haley: As cute as this brother-to-brother moment is, I'm on a role. And I've been keeping the idea for why Jess is back in my head for a while now. It'd like to type it out. So --

Dean: But --

Haley: Bye!

Haley: Now for our fav part: Review replying! I know I didn't wait long between updates, but that was because I was on a roll last night! Anyway, if you would like to reply to chapter 6, then go ahead! I'll still reply to your review next time!

Dean: Shakes head after staring at Haley. 'SupernaturalGurl': Actually, you know what? I don't really enjoy it all that much. But you really think so..? Huh, thanks for the tip with the ladies!

Sam: 'Spuffyshipper': Hey, you're back! What's up? Anyway, Haley was actually planning something similar to that. She --

Dean: Sudders.

Sam: She was going to make Dean walk in on us.

Dean: Sudders again, worse. If she does that I shall kill her. Anyway, 'Crazyficlady': Trust me, with the way Haley stays up all night, this baby will be done before she goes back to school on Tuesday.

Haley: Thanks for reviewing! Until next time! Love ya'll!