Sam listened intently to Jessie's side of the tale. He was always interested in knowing both sides of the "story" as it were, and he noted carefully the similarities and differences between Jessie's retelling which seemed almost pleasant and Myrah's discomforting one. I would've been a good lawyer.
Jessie seemed completely unaware of the fact that she was the reason Myrah was so angry and Sam considered telling her, but decided not to given the current conditions and the fact that he needed her to be his eyes for the time being. Last thing I need is for her to be mad at me.
So Sam sat quietly occupied within his thoughts, working to create a game plan, and let Jessie speak to the air. He rarely tuned people out, but he'd gotten the information he'd wanted from her and since she had reverted back to speaking about how much she loved their current torture chamber she affectionately called home, he didn't see any cause to listen.
His eyelids felt like they weighed a ton and began to fall slowly as Jessie continued on. Her voice had a lulling quality to it and Sam was already exhausted from the morning's ordeal. Just gonna rest my eyes for a minute…or two…
Sam's thoughts of sleep were cut off by a haunting despondent sound that echoed through the upstairs halls and ran it's way down the stairs into the foyer meeting his ears.
"What was that?" Sam cried out, his body rigid as he tightened his grip on Dean's rifle and nervously fingered the trigger.
"Probably Dean." Jessie offered, as she got to her feet and started across to the other side of the small hallway towards Sam.
"Why would you say that? Nothing bad is gonna happen to Dean!" Sam's voice was one of anger, fear, and blind faith, resembling closely the tone of a much younger Samuel Winchester that had arose every time in the past that Dean or his father, his heroes, had fallen momentarily. Sam berated himself mentally as he heard the weakness so apparent in his voice, his breathing quickening, as images from his nightmare ripped their way through him. Oh, God, what if he's dead?
"I'm sorry, Sam. I wasn't doubting your brother's abilities. It's just that, well, Dean isn't in the best of shape right now, and with Myrah angry and all. Well, it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." Jessie touched Sam's arms gently as she knelt down beside him trying to comfort the shaking young man down.
"I'm sure he's fine." She added slowly. Yeah, right. I really shouldn't give Sam false hope, but he looks so…helpless and frightened.
Jessie brought her hand to Sam's elbow and motioned him upwards. Sam moved quietly, nervously chomping on his lower lip, Dean's gun still clenched in his right hand, as he got to his feet.
"I think we should go look for Dean." Jessie meant her words as a suggestion, but they exited as a command.
"No!" Sam yelled furiously "Big family rule number 2--We don't disobey a direct order."
"Order? Sam, you know as well as I do that the sound we heard was more than likely from your brother. Don't you want to help him?" Jessie coaxed soothingly. She'd discerned that if it had been Dean, then the only way he would make it was if they came to his aid.
"No, Dean said to wait here." Sam made sure to emphasize "here", hoping Jessie would get the fact he wasn't going to disobey Dean because his fear and brain screamed at him not to.
"Want to know what I think about the whole Winchester hero complex, huh? I think you two are the most--" Sam could almost see Jessie biting her tongue as she tried to keep her anger at bay. She will if she knows what's good for her.
Jessie's body shook with anger as she worked to restrain herself. Dean had told her to protect Sam, and how was she supposed to do that if he refused to go with her. I could make him go. No, no…I can't…that almost cost Sam his life last time, and I can't risk that again...Can I?
"Sam, please…" Jessie pleaded. I'm only gonna give you one more chance to comply, and then I'm in control.
"Jessie, I said no, if you want to get yourself killed fine, but I—I—" Before Sam could reach a full tirade, he stopped. His attention grabbed by a bright white orb that appeared to be moving towards him. Myrah!
Sam's sudden silence and blank stare startled Jessie. She saw Sam take the rifle to his shoulder and begin to aim and she turned quickly to see what had brought on such a state. Jessie threw her hand over her mouth and fought back a scream as she beheld the spirit of her former confidant.
"Welcome home, Jessie" The icy voice hissed.
Sam's head throbbed horribly as he focused on the blinding white before him. Dean's words ringing in his head. One shot if you can. Sam clenched his jaw and content with his aim, brought his fingers over the trigger.
"Thought I forgot about you, Winchester?" Sam felt the gun being pulled from his grasp and groaned painfully as he fought to maintain his grip on the weapon. His arms quaked violently and every muscle in them burned as his last and only defense was torn from his hold. He heard Jessie scream as his body lurched forward but was quickly thrown brutally against the wall and was held there.
"Why are you doing this?" Jessie yelled, tears stinging her eyes, as she ran towards Sam's pinned body. She grabbed his arm and began pulling on it as hard as she could, in effort to free him. "Let him go! Please, let him go!"
"Jessie…stop…you have to get the gun." Sam murmured quietly willing himself to stay focused on the white before him. He wasn't sure if Jessie had heard him or not because she kept pulling on his arms and when that hadn't worked had moved to his legs.
"Jessie, my dear. Have I frightened you?" Myrah brought his icy hand to Jessie's shoulder and whipped her around with a single swift movement. Jessie gazed into the two deep pools of black before her. This wasn't the woman she had trusted so long ago; this was a monster--a horrible, hideous thing that sought to destroy her.
"You leave us alone!" Jessie yelled angrily, placing herself in front of Sam shielding him from Myrah's presence.
"Jessie, what's going on? What's happening?" Sam voiced nervously as he felt Jessie's body firm against his. Her actions forcing him to lose sight of Myrah and wallow in darkness once again.
"You can't protect him, Jessie. And I'm surprised he's even letting you try, considering you're the reason he's here." an eerie laugh escaping Myrah's lips as she spoke
"What is she talking about Jessie?" Sam asked accusingly.
"Nothing, Sam. She's just trying to get in your head." Jessie replied quickly. Please, don't, Please.
"Ha! Nothing? You call using your power to force his brother to stay with you and leave Sam helpless and vulnerable to me, nothing? My dear child, if that is nothing, what do you call something?" Myrah's tone was rather playful. And seeing the look of sheer horror on the young man's face realized she was enjoying this game much more than she'd thought she would.
"Y-you almost got me killed! And D-dean he c-could be—Why? How?" Tears pooled in Sam's eyes and he blinked again and again to force them away. Never in his life had he felt so betrayed. I trusted her. Dean trusted her.
"Don't worry about your brother. I took care of him." Rage surged through Sam at Myrah's malicious reply.
"What did you do to him? I'll kill you if you hurt him!"
"Now, don't get angry Sam. Remember this isn't my fault." Sam gritted his teeth at Myrah's patronizing tone.
"Myrah, please, just let him go. You can have me—my powers--if you want. Just let Sam and Dean go." Jessie bit her lip and prayed Myrah would take her up on her offer. She heard Sam telling her not to be stupid, but she ignored him. It's the least I can do after everything I did to you and your brother.
"I don't want you. I want him." Myrah stated coolly. "But there is one thing you could do Jessie."
"What? I'll do anything." Jessie replied earnestly.
"Kill the brothers."
"No" Jessie stated defiantly.
"You don't have a choice. No one can resist us. But you already knew that." Myrah drew nearer to the young girl as she spoke, her tone forceful, commanding. "Get the gun, Jessie"
Jessie moved toward the weapons that Dean had left behind. Passing the abandoned rifle, ignoring it completely. Sam had told her what it contained. Rock salt isn't gonna kill him.
Sam waited with bated breath. Jessie had moved from him, and he could make out Myrah's shape again. She didn't seem at all interested in torturing him anymore. But still refused to release him from the wall. He'd heard Myrah suggest that Jessie kill him and then sighed with relief at her defiant answer. But Jessie has fallen completely silent now and that frightened him to his core.
Jessie fingered the cool steel of the .45 in her hand and treaded back towards Sam, stopping a few feet in front of him. I don't want to miss.
She watched as the man before her flinched as she cocked the gun. She shivered at the cool breath washed her neck and a voice whispered. Kill him
Jessie smirked and pulled the trigger.
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So...So...what'd ya think? haha...why do i get the feeling i dont wanna know! Obviously this one was Sam-centric. I thought it needed to be considering Dean's current state and the advancement of the story. So feel free to comment on that decision if you so choose and i continue to work on the next chapter where, i promise, dean will be in. Please R&R, like i said it really helps me...