The Witch, The Psychic, and The Winchesters
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Chapter Three
o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o
Alright, Dean and I slept together. That was what I wanted. And I know he wanted it too. But right now I couldn't think about that. I had to focus on the shape shifter. So I did.
All of us must have looked like we were nuts. Walking underground, guns drawn. What else could we look like – but crazy? Okay, maybe insane.
Dean gave us the signal to be quiet as he walked around the corner. All clear. So we followed.
I turned to ask Sam – who was standing behind me – something when I saw it. There was a gleam in his eyes. Obvious symptom of being possessed by a shifter. So… I let four bullets rip into the-not-so-Sam's heart.
Ouch. That was going to hurt in the morning. But it worked. He dropped dead.
Dean and Alex must have heard the commotion, because the next thing I knew: Alex's gun was aimed at me and Dean was holding Sam in his arms, crying.
Dean Winchester? Crying? That's what I thought. But I had bigger fish to fry at the current time.
"Dean, should I shoot her," Alex asked.
"No," he said through silent tears, "She knows where the real Jess is. We need to use her."
"Uh… guys," I asked, "It's me. Jess. That was the shifter."
I pointed to the dead not-so-Sam. Dean looked at me and searched my eyes to see if I was lying. Which I wasn't.
That's when we heard some muffled cries.
"She goes first," Dean said as he pointed to me, "Alex, follow me."
So I walked first. Man, these people could be the death of you. Dean followed me, gun aimed right at the back of my heart. And Alex followed him.
So we followed the cries – more like I followed the cries and the other two followed me – until we got to this bump out in the rocks. It was almost like a shrine. There were candles all on the walls – each light. There were pictures of all the victims we knew of – then some.
I was standing in something wet, so I looked down. There was a gasoline trail. The damn shape shifter was smarter then we gave him credit for. He was ready to get rid of the evidence.
I took another step and my foot landed in shredded flesh. If you've never seen it before, note one thing: GROSS!
"Yuck," I said to the two people who weren't exactly believing in me at the current moment, "Watch your step."
So we stepped over and kept on moving. Finally, we entered this room off of the sewers. Don't ask me how it got there. But I entered first to find the real Sam – finally my name is cleared! – tied up, a bag over his head.
"See," I said, gesturing to Sam once the other two were inside the room, "I'm not lying!"
They lowered their guns and Alex scampered to untie Sam.
I turned to Dean, waiting for an apology. I would never shoot his Sammy.
I never did get one, because Alex screamed and pointed to something behind us.
Dean and I turned, only to find either the real Dean or a shifter Dean. God damn it. I hate this life sometimes. I backed up, toward Alex and the still tied up Sam. I aimed my gun in-between the two and told Alex, "Untie Sam."
She did and handed him her spare gun. Now three guns were aimed at the shifter and Dean. But how were we supposed to know who was real and who wasn't?
"Dean," I asked.
"Yeah," they responded in unison.
That didn't work. Of course I had thought it wouldn't, but everything is worth a try.
"Ask them about last night," Sam told me.
That would work. Hopefully.
"Dean, what happened last night," I asked.
"We made love," Dean #1 said, giving me a grin.
"We made out in the pool. Then went to your room," Dean #2 said, giving a cocky smile.
I shot Dean #1 in the heart. Alex and Sam shivered behind me. I think they were still unsure of whom our Dean was and who was the imposture.
"How did you know," the-real-Dean asked me.
"Dean, you don't say, 'we made love.' That is so not you," I answered before brushing past him and out the door. They followed. That was definitely one easy hunt.
o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o
So I did doubt Jess. I mean seriously, who wouldn't? She asked one question and shot. No hesitation. Sometimes I wondered if she would make a mistake one day. I would be there waiting for it to happen. Hell, I'd sell tickets.
The four of us cleaned up our mess: burning the dead shifters who were still in Winchester bodies, grabbing our guns, and the like. We went outside and I got into Jess' car, waiting for her. Little did I know that she and Dean were planning.
A few seconds later, Sam got in the driver's side.
"Where's Jess," I asked.
"Her and Dean tossed me the keys and left," he said. I laughed. That was Jess and Dean for ya.
"So what are we going to do," I asked.
"We can head back to the hotel and get ready to leave. We can go swimming-"
"Jess and Dean swimming? Or normal people swimming?"
He smiled, "Normal people swimming."
"Sounds good," I said. And we were off.
When we got to the hotel, the Impala was no where in sight. I went inside to change. Sam did the same in his room. We walked down to the pool together and placed all our stuff on one of the benches. I dove in, followed by Sam.
We swam for a little while until it got late. The sun set on the horizon and I asked Sam, "Think we should go find them?"
"Nah," he said as he used his arms to lift himself out of the pool and sat on the edge, legs in the water, "I'm sure they'll be fine."
I used my arms to sit up by him. It was then that I realized the height differences. Sam was like… seven feet. Okay, exaggeration. Maybe six foot, two inches. And I was like five foot six inches. But I couldn't stay focused on that for long, because I realized how good he looked in his swim trunks.
I was tired, so I absentmindedly laid my head on his shoulder. He tensed a little, but then relaxed as he put his arm around my waist to pull me closer.
"Sam," I asked, "Did you ever want a family? Like your own family?"
"Yeah," he answered, "But not while we're still hunting."
I nodded then something in my head screamed 'wait'.
I sat up and asked, "Did you just say 'we'?"
Sam's eyes became saucers and he let go of me. He stood up and walked to our stuff. I followed.
"Sam," I said as I grabbed a hold of his arm, "Sam, stop!"
He looked at me. He was scared and confused – it showed in his eyes.
"Alex," he tried to explain, "I didn't mean it like that. I-"
I cut him off by pulling his head down toward mine and gently kissing him on his lips.
He took my cue and dropped his stuff to wrap his arms around my waist. He was hesitant at first, but he quickly became wrapped in the kiss.
I knew we better go inside when his hands went to the ties on my bikini. Either that or we might get kicked out of the rooms we were currently residing in.
I pulled my lips away for just enough time to say, "Come on. Let's go to my room."
That's when he freaked a bit, "You're sure? I mean, we can wait."
I handed him his stuff and picked up my own, before grabbing his hand and walking him to my room. I unlocked it and let him in before giving him another kiss on the lips. He returned it and started to play with the strings on my bikini top.
I giggled under his kiss and ran my thumb under the elastic part of his swimsuit.
This was going to be perfect. Really perfect. Sam needed this to act as closure for Jess. And we both wanted it.
Sam pushed me down on my bed.
Little did we know that this might turn into something embarrassing.
o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o
When Jess shot that shifter, I realized that I had underestimated what kind of hunter she was. She was a bit more advanced at it then I was. Because she was psychic. But, I wouldn't tell her that.
When she told me that she knew because she was reading my mind – that blew my mind.
"So where do you want to go," I asked. We had just ditched Sam and Alex. Not ditched, more like… set up.
"Let's hit the diner on the outskirts of town," she offered.
I accepted by speeding my 'Baby' up so the engine roared.
She laughed before saying, "I love that sound! Mine only purrs."
I smiled. Purring was for girls. Roaring was for guys.
"Don't think that," she scolded, "My friend in Maine has a Corvette. It roars better then yours does."
She read my mind again. Damn psychics.
I gave her a look, "This friend? Guy or girl?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered.
"Well, you are my girlfriend," I said.
"Girlfriend? Uh-oh. You said the 'g' word. Now you're in for it."
"Why? What did you think we were? Friends? Not after last night," I said while letting a small smile cross my face.
"Wouldn't you like to know what I thought."
That saying was getting a bit annoying.
We grabbed dinner and drove back to the hotel. We saw the Camero as we walked to our rooms. I was about to open my room, when Jess grabbed the collar to my coat and pulled me to her. We kissed and Jess opened the door to her room.
She pulled me inside and I closed the door behind us. That's when we heard a little yelp.
I pulled away from my girlfriend and looked at the bed closest to the door. Sam was on top of Alex, forming a small comforter tent with his back. Both of them were looking at us. I think Sammy's face was redder - but I might be wrong.
I threw my arm around Jess' shoulder and her hand came up to mine before I asked, "So, Sammy's exploring the birds and the bees with Alex?"
Jess smiled and added, "Hopefully, they're using something to prevent the eggs from piling up in the nest."
Sam tried to shout my name but was cut off when Alex decided to harass us. She pulled Sam down and kissed him on the lips. It was obvious that he wasn't enjoying it as he normally would – or at least I hoped he would normally enjoy.
I suddenly got grossed out. Jess must have too - either that, or she read my mind - because she pulled me out of her room and into mine.
I normally would have gone at it with her even considering what I had just seen, but something about it being my brother and my girlfriend's best friend made me stop and think.
I was so not doing it tonight.
Jess gave me a kiss on the lips before realizing what I didn't want to do. So she went in the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on.
I laid on my bed and powered up my laptop. A few seconds later, I had tapped into the federal government's international wireless internet access that Jess had gained us access to and was using it to surf newspaper articles. Did I mention she was a techi? After about ten minutes, I had found out new gig in Illinois.
Satisfied, I shut the power to my computer off and placed it by my other bags. I shed my jeans and shirt, opting to sleep in boxers. I crawled under the covers of my bed.
A few minutes later, I heard Jess come out of the bathroom. I felt her climb into my bed and pull her body close to mine. She must have thought I was asleep.
Jess started to trace a scar that I have on my shoulder blade that I acquired when my Dad was possessed and he threw me against a rock wall.
She placed her hand on the lower part of my abs before telling me, "I know you're awake."
I turned over in my bed and wrapped an arm around her waist. I pulled her close and smelt her newly washed hair. God, I loved the smell of recently washed hair.
"Night," I said.
"Night," she answered.
o.0.o Sam's POV o.0.o
After Jess and Dean had seen something that they probably shouldn't have, Alex started to resume what we were doing when they barged in. Dean had just seen me and her… be a bird and bee. I was not going to continue with this deed. I couldn't believe that Jess and Dean were still going to do it. Hell, I couldn't believe that Alex wanted to keep at it.
This was enough. I pulled away and rolled to Alex's side.
"Sorry," I said, "I just can't."
I couldn't see her, but I imagined her nodding.
Alex got out of the bed and tossed on some night clothes before tossing me my boxers and t-shirt. I got up and put them on before lying on the bed again.
Alex got into the opposite bed before telling me coldly, "Night, Sam."
I sighed. She wasn't supposed to be mad at me.
"Alex," I said, climbing out of the bed, "I'm sorry."
I sat on the edge of her bed. I heard a sniffle – telling me that she was crying. I placed a hand on her shoulder before comforting, "Alex, don't cry."
She shooed my hand away. That's when I knew I needed to make this right.
"Alex, if you tell me, I'll make it right," I promised.
Okay, I knew that was pretty much bull because not everything can be made right. But, I had to admit: it sounded pretty good. And it must have worked, because Alex turned in her bed and looked at me. Now I felt like an alien.
"This morning, I cast a spell to try and bring Jess back. So you could talk to her. But," her sobs took over and I had to calm her down before she could finish, "She didn't come."
"What does that mean?"
"It means either she won't come and talk to you, or she's still alive."
Something inside me cracked, "She might be alive?"
Alex nodded before she turned over in her bed and looked at the wall. I heard her sobs return.
I wanted to help her, to comfort her, but my body was dead locked. I wasn't moving. There was nothing I could do. I needed to work out my own problems before I could help her with hers.
I slowly stood on my wobbly legs and turned.
I let myself fall onto the bed. I really needed to think.
Jess. My Jess. Why would she not want to talk to me? Was she mad that I joined Dean on the road? Was she mad that I kissed Sara and now Alex?
Or was she alive? Where would she be though? Where could that thing hide her?
And if she was alive, was Max's mom and all the other women that thing supposedly killed still alive? Including my Mom?
My Mom. That brought up so many images. I used to see her burning above my crib. I used to see Jess burning.
I really didn't need this.
So I tried to concentrate on someone else's problems.
I got back up and laid on the bed next to Alex. I put my arm around her. She tried to push me away, but I tightened my grip.
Alex relaxed, as I whispered, "Its okay. I don't need to talk to her any more."
"Why," she practically whimpered.
"Because I have you," I told her.
I could see her smiling – even though I couldn't physically.
We feel asleep like that – but it was a fitful one for me.
