The Witch, The Psychic, And The Winchesters

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Okay, I'm sitting here with my keg worth of tea, writing your soon to be loved (Hopefully. I'm crossing my fingers!) new chapter. This is hot off the press – kinda. I wrote this over a span of several hours with two hour breaks in-between. Lol. Watching The World Trade Center preview. Got to watch that movie. Okay… let's get on with the story…. (And stop with my random gibbering, babbling, whatever you want to call it. Lol.)

Chapter Four

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

There was definitely something going on with Alex and Sam. And not the something that me and Dean had the great pleasure of viewing.

It had been two weeks since we killed that shape shifter. A week and a half since I noticed something was wrong with the couple. A week since we murdered that possessed bull in Illinois. And two days since we checked into this new hotel.

Now, why did I think something was going on? Using my observation abilities. For one, Alex wouldn't let me drive with Dean in his Impala. She wanted only me or Dean to be in the car with her. And Sam was the same way. Two, she and Sam hadn't been talking that much. And three, she wouldn't let me stay in Dean's room. Because that meant that Sam and her would have to bunk. Now, for any other purposes – I would have used my mind reading abilities. But, this was Sam and Lex. I was not going to invade their privacy.

Okay, I crack. I was, but something interrupted me.

I couldn't talk to Dean either, because they wouldn't be left alone together. So the mystery remained unsolved.

At the current moment, Dean and Sam were in the Impala driving to someone named Missouri's house in hopes that their Dad might have been there. And Alex and I were following in the Camero.

They parked their car outside this cute little house and I did the same. When we got out, Dean tossed his arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Is it me, or are those two acting like Nicole and Paris?"

I laughed at the comparison before whispering back, "I think they need some alone time."

When Sam got to the door, he barely knocked before an older woman opened the door and greeted, "Sam! Dean, Jess! Alex! Come on in."

We walked inside and were ushered into a small room. Dean pulled me toward the loveseat, leaving Sam and Alex to share the couch.

"How have you all been," Missouri asked.

"Great," I answered, "How's that cut you got cooking the other night? And don't worry, it's not infected."

Missouri looked a little taken back and then answered, "It's fine. You're a psychic too. Only Dean…"

"Only Dean, what," Dean asked as he sat up a little straighter.

Missouri shook her head before turning to Alex, "Honey, it'll all be better. He's just trying to sort things out. You're his only one."

Alex wanted to let her mouth drop open in disbelief, but instead she said, "Uh… okay. Thanks."

Alex smiled. I think that was the first original smile I've seen since the night Dean and I caught her and Sam in bed.

Dean nudged me and I realized that this was the perfect time to get a reading off of one or both of them. So I tried Alex first.

She was thinking about Jess? Me? No, it was Sam's Jess. She had tried to get-

"Jessica Ann Paterson! Don't you dare try and read their thoughts," Missouri scolded. Okay, that was embarrassing, "You and Dean go for a walk. You need it."

Dean glanced at me before answering, "Okay."

He grabbed my hand and we started toward the door. We were just about to open the front door, when Missouri called after us, "Dean, don't you dare do what you're thinking about."

Dean got a bit of a kick from the sour look on his face before he pulled me outside.

I laughed at him as we started to walk down the street. Sighing, I said, "And I was thinking about doing that too."

He smiled and asked me, "So what did you get off of them?"

"Alex and Sam," I asked. He nodded.

I continued, "Alex tried to get Sam's Jess to do something. Probably come back and talk to him. But something went wrong. Now Alex feels like she's going to loose Sam. She thinks he's been acting a little distant. Like he doesn't want her."

Dean nodded before adding, "Sam told me his hairs are tied because he thinks Jess and Mom might still be alive. When Jess didn't come, Alex got upset and told him that the only reasons why Jess wouldn't talk to him are because she's either alive or she won't come."

"Anything else you can piece together," I asked.

"Yeah. Sam had a vision about two weeks ago. He said that Jessica talked to him and said she won't talk to him because he has to move on. For the war. I have no clue to what that means."

I let it sit in my mind. It would be awhile before I figured out what that meant.

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

"Alexandra," Missouri said once the other two had left, "This is no time to be thinking like that."

This lady was worse then Jess.

"I heard that," she said.

Fine. I'll explain myself in my mind.

Missouri nodded. Psychics: never would understand them.

Ever since the night that Sam had woken up panting and sweating, I've been trying to find out what's going on. Casting spells, meditating, you name it. But nothing will open him up. He was just getting ready to love when something shut him down. I think he had a vision but we won't talk to each other – so I don't know. So I've been avoiding him because he doesn't want me any more.

Missouri nodded before turning to Sam and nodding a little here and there. She must have been reading his thoughts too.

"Alex," she started, "Sam did have a vision. But I don't think he wants to tell you what of. And Sam, for Heaven's sake! The girl is dying without your company!"

Missouri stood up, "Now you two, get talking! You better be all made up by the time I get back."

Sam and I watched her leave. I turned to look at my hands. I was so not talking first.

"Alex," Sam said gently as he moved closer to me on the couch, "That night… Jess talked to me and said 'I had to get over her.'… 'For the coming war. I had to be ready.'"

Sam let out an emotion-filled, sarcastic laugh, "Now I'm waiting for a war."

That didn't really explain why he was avoiding me. So, in a small timid voice, I asked, "Why did you shirk me?"

"I had to think about if I wanted to get in a relationship. The war, Jess might have been alive. There was just too much," Sam said, "But I've figured some stuff out. Jess is gone. And I want… I want to have a relationship with. It just took longer to realize that then I thought it would. I'm sorry, Alex."

Okay, I understood. I mean, how could I not?

"I thought you were avoiding me because you wanted Jessica to come back. I didn't realize you had a vision. I suspected it, but didn't have anything to confirm it," I said, voice a little lower then normal.

"So this whole thing over miscommunication," Missouri said as she entered the room, five cups filled with hot chocolate.

She placed them on the coffee table in front of Sam and me.

"Want some?" She looked at us before adding. "Oh! I'll go get those for you, honey!" Missouri scurried out of the room and into the kitchen.

"What was that," Sam asked as he looked at me for an answer.

"I thought about having marshmallows," I lied. I actually thought about having a few more minutes alone with Sam.

He nodded, "Are we friends again?"

I thought a second before getting a devilish grin, "Friends? I thought we were raising kids when we were through with hunting. I think we have to be more then friends to do that."

He gave me a small smile before we both leaned in to kiss each other. Sam's hand moved to the nape of my neck.

It felt really good to have his hands on me. His touch alone was phenomenal. God, I missed it so much.

"Now, that is a good love story," Missouri said, coming inside with a bag of mini marshmallows.

Sam and I broke apart. This would have to wait until later.

Missouri shook her head, "Young love."

I smiled at the notion of her reading my last thought.

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

Jess and I had just finished our make-out session in the graveyard. Man, it felt good to finally get a little action.

We were walking back toward Missouri's house, when Jess said, "They made up. And tonight, you and I can share a room."

She gave me a wink before opening to door to Missouri's and adding, "I hope you like hot chocolate, because there's some waiting for us."

I hated hot chocolate. But, I did like mini marshmallows that tend to be with it.

We went inside and sat down on the loveseat that we were in before, grabbing her drink and my snack as we went.

"So, what did the bird and bee do while we were gone," I asked.

"Dean Winchester, you leave your brother alone. He's going through a tough time right now," Missouri scolded.

She got me again. Damn this woman.

"I heard that," she said.

Sam and Alex laughed before I said, "Okay, okay. I give."

I looked to Jess, but she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were far off. This was her thinking stance.

I tossed my arm around Jess' shoulders before asking, "What's going on in that big brain of yours?"

She came out of the distant look and said, "Spirits."

I gave her a confused look and asked, "Spirits?"

"They're telling me about the war that's coming up."

Sam and Alex sat up in their seats and I took my arm off her, "And?"

"It's going to be with the demon and us. They say that we should get all the help we can get. We have one… week before it hits."

Sam and Alex looked scared. Missouri was still processing all of this. And I, well, I was stunned. Jess looked sad. She didn't want to tell us, but she had to.

"Okay, we'll fix it. We always do," I said.

Missouri stood up and said, "I'm coming with you. You'll need all the help you can find. Let me pack. Jessica, I assume you know where my herbs are. Go pack them."

Jess nodded before standing and walking into the other room. Sam, Alex, and I didn't talk. We were all too busy thinking. Around ten minutes later, Jess returned with a huge suitcase. She handed it to me before walking upstairs, I assume to help Missouri.

Half an hour later, everyone was ready to leave. Sam and Alex were going to take the Camero back to the hotel. Missouri, Jess, and I were taking the Impala.

We got in the car and followed Sam and Alex back. Everyone was holding an eerie silence. Once there, I went inside and purchased Missouri a room. Sam and I got her settled in, while the girls went back to their room. When Missouri was comfortable, Sam and I started back toward our rooms.

"Dean, I think we should call Dad and some of the other hunters," I said.

"Me and Jess will take care of it," I answered.

Sam nodded, "What should Alex and I do?"

"Spend time together, Sammy," I said. Okay, I was being a sap and I knew it. But Sam really should spend time with his girlfriend. Because for the rest of this week, we were going to be very busy.

Sam nodded. He understood what I meant.

Later that night, I told Jess what we had to do. Make phone calls. Convince people to come and help. She accepted it without a second of hesitation.

Before I went to bed, I grabbed Jess and pulled her to me. She smiled a sad smile. She knew the end might be coming, but I didn't want to think about that tonight. So I kissed her and we slept together.

But it wasn't like the last time. Last time, everything was so fast. I was so hot and steamy. It was a celebration of something new. This time, it was slow. We waited and took our time. Because who knew? It might be our last.

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

The war was coming. And I was stuck in the crossfire.

When I got back to Alex's and my room, I found Alex was taking a shower. So I laid on the bed and clicked on the TV.

The President was giving some type of speech. I would normally listen intently, but who would I be kidding? In seven days, I might be dead. That was definitely not something I was used to. Knowing something like that.

So, I grabbed my laptop and booted it up. I tapped into the internet and started to write an email to other hunters we knew, to give them a heads up.

After I sent it, I did a little research on another gig – if we made it out of this one. When I found something out in Texas, I shut the computer off and put it on the little table in the room.

I must have not noticed when the shower turned off, because Alex emerged a few seconds later in a tank top and night pants.

"Hey, Sam," she said, lying down by me on the bed.

I put my arm around her, "Hey."

We were silent for a few seconds before I asked, "What do you want to do if we make it through?"

She sat up and looked me in the eye, "Sam, we are not going to die."

Okay, I always did like an optimist. I had to be a pessimist though, "But, what if-"

Alex decided it was time to shut me up, so she put a finger to my lips and said, "Stop."

I nodded. This girl had a way of making you listen.

Alex moved her hands to the back of my neck and gently kissed me.

I had to admit: I missed her kiss, her touch. It was like the pages of a new book. Soft. Fresh. Tender.

I moved my hands to her waist and continued the kiss. Dean would have thought highly of this sight.

Slowly, but surely our clothes came off – one by one. My shirt first, then her shirt. Then her pants and almost mine.

But we heard a knock at the door.

I pulled away and Alex got off of me. She sighed and put her clothes back on as I did mine. Once we were both fully clothed, I opened the door.

I straightened up a little once I saw who it was. Dad.

"Sam," he said, as he threw his arms around me. I gave him a hug back, "It's good to see you."

"Dad," I asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Missouri called. She told me about the vision that you had," he said as he entered the room, "But he didn't tell me about a girl."

Realizing he didn't know Alex, I walked over to her and put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Dad, this is Alex, my girlfriend."

"Hello, sir," Alex said, offering a hand to my Dad.

"John," he offered as he shook her hand. Once done, he said, "I just thought I'd tell you I was here. I'll let you get back to… what you were doing."

When he said that, he looked at me, smiling. I think he knew what we were doing.

Alex held back a little laughter as she walked over to her bag and pretended to look for something, "Nice to meet you, John."

"Same here," Dad said with a small smile.

He walked out the door, closely followed by me.

"Hey, Dad," I asked.

"Yeah," he answered, turning to me. By now, I was standing in the doorway to our room.

"Tomorrow, we need to learn how to control these powers. They'll help us against… him."

My Dad nodded before turning and walking toward Dean's and Jess' room. I smiled at the thought of what he might be breaking up. And at the idea of my Dad finally trusting us enough to help him.

When I closed the door and turned around, Alex was waiting right next to me.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I answered before kissing her. This time we weren't interrupted.