Chapter Twenty-Six – Complicated
They placed a navy blue icepack on his forehead. The contact with the cold liquid substance sent a chill through Sam's head – a good one – after all, he had just experienced the migraine of a millennium. His head was placed gently on a pillow as he lay on the floor. The twenty-two-year-old psychic winced once again. The headache was disappearing slowly and an odd peace was taking place there. Yes, he had wanted to cry so badly – the pain had been nothing he had ever experienced. But he understood everything that took place.
Amy had locked herself in the bonus room for the last half hour. Dean, as usual, would have kicked the door down but learned that his troubled best friend had her back against the door. He left her alone, realizing that's exactly what Amy wanted.
Missouri sat on the floor beside Sam's head. Her fingers were rubbing his temples gently. Extreme motion caused Sam to groan. The slow motions Missouri created with her gentle touch helped Sam stick with consciousness.
John and Dean came out of the kitchen – John with a glass of cold water and Dean carrying a small tray of six shot glasses filled to the top – one half Jack Daniels and the other tequila.
The woman looked up as John and Dean returned to the living room area. She didn't protest to helping Sam from up the floor. He seemed to be getting better.
Sam held the icepack to his head. He closed his eyes as he sat up slowly, it was as if he had fallen twelve feet and landed on his back. The young man was careful. Any sudden motion would cause the tiny headache to erupt into another explosion of agonizing pain.
At that time, Younger Amy returned to the Winchester house. She closed the front door behind her and appeared in the living room. The young teen watched as John handed his Future son a glass of water. Dean seemed to be waiting for his younger sibling to be finished so he could hand him his first shot.
The eighteen-year-old held a large white bag in her hands. "Grabbed as much as I could from the store…vitamins, every headache medicine, migraine medicine, I even got chocolate ice cream" (Sam's favorite) "and I also grabbed some of my own sleeping medication from home."
She gently placed the bag on the counter of the kitchen and joined the others in the room. Younger Dean trotted down the stairs with a defeated sigh.
"She won't let me in," Younger Dean explained.
Dean turned sadly to his Younger self and nodded his head. "Give her a minute."
Sam had finished his water. The young man took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.
"So, Jack or tequila – take your pick…" Dean placed the tray carefully on the floor.
He stared at the tray for a moment and reached for the shot glass filled with Jack Daniels. Sam took it in one quick, swift motion, allowing the alcohol to burn the back of his throat for a moment before finishing its journey down his esophagus. Sam closed his eyes again. He reached for another shot.
Dean ran a hand through his spiky hair and looked around. His eyes then focused on his father.
"What do we do now?" Dean questioned. "We're already in the afternoon portion of the day and we have no idea where Sammy is…"
John shook his head slowly. "I'm not sure. This Temptress has an odd hold over Sam and Amy…we need to figure this out – FAST."
Sam finished his third shot when he took in a deep breath and looked at everyone around him.
"I think we have another problem," Sam spoke for the first time. "Something weird happened when we all linked again…even though Amy tried to link to Tobias, he linked to her instead…and Jezebel invaded…linking to the two of them…and then she dragged me along…" He explained slowly and closed his eyes again. Dean was about to hand him a fourth shot of tequila but his little brother refused. Sam continued: "Tempters don't have that kind of power…what's been happening to Amy and me…Jezebel can't do that on a regular basis…"
"So what's with the panic attacks and the killer headaches?" Younger Dean asked.
He sighed before Sam explained, "Jezebel knows how to get into our heads…she knows about our past…our lives…" He bit his lower lip. "She knows about our powers…and she's using them against us."
"Against you?" Missouri asked.
Sam nodded. "She knows my visions are giving me a hard time…but instead she sends me one hell of a headache…and Amy…" Sam couldn't help but look at Younger Amy. "Her empathic abilities, her feelings…Jezebel used them against her too…causing her…like…emotion overload…"
"This is bad," Younger Amy noted. "If Jezebel can do this much, how are we going to get Sammy back? There's no way a surprise attack could work…so what do we do? Huh? What can we do-"
"Amy, calm down…" Younger Dean whispered.
The room grew quiet.
Missouri's eyes were glued on Sam.
Sam looked up at everyone and said, "We all need to calm down a bit. I'm going to go upstairs and talk to Amy."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Her back was placed firmly against the white-painted door. She sat with her legs propped up and Amy hugged her knees to her chest. Her forehead rested in her hand when she heard another knocking at the door.
"Go away."
"Amy, it's Sam…"
No response.
"Amy, please…"
The young woman slowly moved. She stood up for a moment and quickly unlocked the door.
Sam strolled inside quickly as Amy closed the door again. She locked it and sat back down on the floor – in front of the door.
He stared down at his friend sadly. She looked worse than he did.
Amy leaned her head down on her propped up knee. Sam moved down lower to sit beside her.
She asked softly, "Are you okay…"
He tilted his head to the side. "Been better…feeling better…you?"
She shrugged. "I really hate that bitch."
Sam laughed. "Me too."
She didn't laugh back. Sam stared at Amy for a moment, studying her worn and distressed face.
"Amy…" Sam started slowly. "You want to tell me what happened back there…"
"Tell you what exactly…"
Amy moved her face downward and her brown-red hair fell by her face, curtaining her cheek. Sam couldn't see the pained look on her face.
"Amy…" he began again with a slow start. "The Deans were worried about you…they didn't understand what was happening…I told them you had an emotion overload…"
Her voice was so gentle as she spoke through her hair, like a child, "But you know what really happened…don't you…"
Sam sighed and nodded, even though she couldn't see. "The four of us were linked again…I saw…I felt it…I know…" He paused and tilted his head so he could try and see more of her face. "Why didn't you tell me…why didn't you tell us…"
"It was complicated," Amy explained weakly. Her head raised and she stared at Sam. Her face fell and her eyes seemed so gloomy. "I wanted to tell you both for so long…but…Mary and Jessica…they told me not to…"
He took in a deep breath. Sam closed his eyes for a moment but opened them quickly. "How often do you talk to them…"
Amy looked like she was going to cry again. She turned her head and Sam followed her gaze. She was looking at the picture of Mary Winchester hanging on the wall.
"A lot…" Amy finally said. "They helped me when Natiskawa slightly-killed me…they explained a lot to me…and they've been protecting you, me, and Dean…" She stared at Sam.
Sam nodded his head. "Do you…" he paused and bit his lip again. "Do you see others…a lot…"
Amy nodded sadly.
"I don't go out a lot…" Amy explained. "I mean…I try to drive myself everywhere…they're usually in big crowds…but then again…they're everywhere…" She sniffed. "Sometimes they don't realize I can see and talk to them. Most of the time they just need help…help understanding…" Her eyes closed. "They look terrible at times…Mary and Jessica are beautiful…but the troubled ghosts…the ones who don't understand…they're rotting, talking, walking corpses…"
"Back at Walker Manor, in Wendy Falls…" Sam started.
Amy nodded. "When we were in the attic running from the wolf…I saw Billy Walker hanging there…I saw them a couple of times after that…"
"This has been happening since Natiskawa?" Sam asked.
She was quiet at first. She opened her eyes. The young, beautiful woman who Sam had always known to be brave, strong, and confidant now looked as terrified as a child.
"I learned from the psychic, the old woman, from Illinois…" Amy explained. "She explained to me that psychics usually have more than one ability. One stronger than the other. She told me that visions were my weakest point. My average power comes from my empathic skills…but my strongest psychic attribute…it's the whole Sixth Sense thing…"
Sam slowly moved his arm around her shoulder. He couldn't believe this. He understood. But he couldn't believe it.
Amy leaned her again against his shoulder. He comforted her gently and held her closed beside him.
"Don't tell Dean…" Amy explained. "I'll explain later…for now…just let me rest…"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Tobias fell onto the cold floor. Younger Sam watched as the Temptress beat her brother down. She had only slapped him for the force and her surprising coolness took Tobias off guard. He pulled himself off the floor slowly. The Tempter touched his bloody lip and looked up at his sister.
Jezebel was smiling.
"What?" Tobias snapped.
"You were going to betray me…" Jezebel laughed wickedly. "You were going to set the boy free and join the others to bring me down…because of love…you know what I've learned of precious love…" She giggled. "It's a vile thing…it doesn't exist…there is only passion…lust…want…desire…there is no pure, true love…and you were going to betray flesh-and-blood for it…"
"I do love her…" Tobias barked.
She laughed again. "You spent only few moments with her and you think you're in love?"
"You did the same for Sam."
Her face fell. "Well," Jezebel growled. "'Tis very different, Brother. My love for Sam is different…and I will have him one way or another…either he will succumb to my charms and be mine forever…" Her eyes darted to Younger Sam still tied to the corner. "Or I will just eat his Younger self's heart…either way…we were bonded together forever…"
"Jezebel, please…" Tobias begged weakly. "Must we always take this route? Doing evil things? We can repent. We can change. We can save ourselves. Do you really want to be damned to an immortal life such as this…there's no different than living this same life or burning in hell-"
"We will never enter Hell nor Heaven…" Jezebel laughed loudly. "This ISN'T a complicated situation, dear Brother…" She placed her hands on her small hips and walked toward Younger Sam and pointed at him. "He is our key to sustaining immortality for another year. And there'll be another. And another…and more and more…we will live…we deserve this…you remember Father, don't you? A drunken bastard who snuck into our rooms every night…he took advantage of the BOTH of us, remember…the world does not deserve heroic deeds…WE deserve whatever it is we want…and we WILL get it…"
He had never witnessed this change in her before. Her beautiful green eyes appeared to glow brighter, but darker at the same time. Her smile reminded him of the Cheshire Cat's grin from the Alice in Wonderland story. Her giggle was mocking and evil.
Tobias stared at her sister as if he didn't even know her.
"Tonight…" Jezebel gritted through her teeth, still keeping a smile on her face, "we will feed…and Sam and Amy can TRY and come to the rescue…but they will be ours…he will be mine…"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
A/N: Sorry it was a short chapter! I hope you're all enjoying! The conclusion is coming up and the story "Time Loop" should be over within 2 or 3 chapters.
UNFORTUNATELY, I wished my convention included the one in California that allowed people to get a chance to ask questions to the people involved with the WB's Supernatural…two people such as JENSEN ACKELS AND JARED PADALECKI…but NO…I was unable to attend that special conference…I went to a Christian thing with my friend…not much to tell and most likely you wouldn't be interested.
But yes, "Time Loop" is ALMOST over…maybe over by the end of this week! I love the reviews and I hope I get more! I already have Part 4 ready to go! Reviews/Feedback APPRECIATED!
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