The Witch, The Psychic, And The Winchesters

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Okay, thank you all for the great response I've been getting in reviews:) I am so excited! I noticed that there wasn't as many for the last chapter, so I'm hoping that this story is heading in the right direction. Don't worry if you think that it's getting too dark. Trust me, things will lighten up.
Note: Really short chapter because the next one, I think, I'm going to make longer then normal.

Chapter Five

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

I can't believe that the lovebirds next door wake up this early. It's only five in the freaking morning. And as you can tell, I am not an early bird. Why? Because the early bird catches the worm, but the late worm gets to live.

Either way, I was pissed that they decided to make a racket. Only God knows what they were doing.

I turned over in bed to face Dean. He was already awake, wondering the same thing.

"Want to find out," I asked.

"You can," he answered.

"No way, buster. I did it last time. Remember? When they were fighting about the best way to kill that possessed bull?"

"Who won that time?"

"Sam."

"Good. Alex wins this time."

I hit Dean in the shoulder, "Funny."

I tried to roll out of bed, but Dean grabbed my waist and pulled me back.

"Jess," he said, "Just ignore them. They might be doing something we don't want to see."

"You're right," I said as I tossed his hand off me, "But it might be a matter of life and death."

"Yeah," Dean grunted, "Whose clothes to take off first."

I rolled my eyes before tossing him some jeans and a t-shirt, "Get dressed."

He reluctantly agreed. Once we were both ready, we walked out of our room and toward the room that Sam and Alex were sharing. Dean tried to knock on the door, but I stopped him and pulled out my key – as it was Alex's and mine before we visited Missouri and the second key was still in my possession.

I opened the door and came face to face with a flying dagger. Using hunter technique, I ducked. But Dean wasn't as lucky. The blade skimmed his arm, causing a nasty scratch.

"Ouch! What the hell," he asked.

I looked inside to find Sam staring at us with a 'deer in the headlights' look, "Sorry! I was using the door for practice."

"Since when did you learn to control that," I asked as Dean and I walked in, closing the door behind us.

"Since I helped him," Alex said as she stood up from her place on the bed, "We wanted to get a head start this morning and I agreed to help Sam learn how to use his powers, like I can mine."

Dean shot her a skeptical look, "What powers? I haven't seen you use any."

"These," she said. With a quick movement of her hand, she tripped Dean and he landed hard on his back.

Dean grunted in pain and I leaned down to help him.

"You're picking on my boyfriend," I said.

I laughed a little before helping him up and grabbing the First Aid kit. I cleaned the wound, applied some antibiotic, and bandaged him up while the conversation continued.

"What can you do now, Sam," Dean asked.

"I have a bit of control over my telekinesis," Sam answered, "And I was hoping Jess could help me with the visions."

I nodded, "Sure."

"What else do we have to do today," Alex asked.

"Call the other hunters," I answered, "Make a game plan. Ready the weapons."

"And ourselves," Alex added.

I nodded before putting away the First Aid kit, "Dean, can you get all the hunters' numbers for me?"

"Yeah," he said before walking outside, me following.

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

Once Dean and Jess had left, Sam and I went back to practicing. At the current time, I had him using his eyes only.

"Here," I said as I got on a chair behind him. It was the only way to match up to his height, "When I first started, relaxing helped."

I started to massage his back. I could feel the power surging through him as he used his ability to lift the dagger from its place on the bed. He brought it toward him. That's when he moved on from my expectations. He started to use his hand to move the item. I could feel it in the way the power current shifted.

He lifted his hand to greet the knife and held it. He expertly moved his arm back and threw the knife at the door. Then he used his eyes to make it halt, six inches in front of the door's surface.

I was stunned. I had just barely mastered doing stunts like that – and I had been working at it for years. He mastered it in a span of minutes. Unbelievable.

He must have sensed that I was amazed, because he turned to me and asked, "I did it right, right?"

"Yeah," I stuttered, "Perfect."

He smiled and asked, "So what's next?"

I shook myself out of the shock and answered, "Healing. It's really hard, but sometimes you can do it."

He nodded and I continued, "You need to have something to heal first. Here."

I grabbed the dagger from its place, hanging in midair, and brought it to my hand. I winced in pain as the blade cut into my flesh. Sam freaked and tried to stop me, but the damage was done.

"Why did you do that," he demanded.

"Calm down. You're going to heal me."

He calmed a bit, but still remained edgy. I continued, "Now place hold my hand to your heart and think about my hand fixed up. Like not bleeding."

He nodded and did as I told. Within seconds, I was healed. And his shirt was soaked in blood. That was unbelievable.

"You're really powerful," I commented, "I can't even fully heal."

"I'm a quick learner," he shrugged it off.

"Sam that was really advanced."

Sam shrugged and changed the subject.

"What next," he asked me and sat down on the end of the newly made bed.

I thought about trying to teach him about herbs and spells, but figured it would take too long. Plus we could start at a normal morning hour. Like one in the afternoon. After all, it was early.

"Rewards," I answered and sat on his lap.

He put his arms around my waist and asked, "Now just what would that consist of?"

"I was going to let you decide. But if you don't know," I said and started to get up.

Sam pulled me back into his lap and said, "I have an idea."

I smiled and kissed him. I did love rewards.

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

I got Jess all the numbers from Dad's journal and plopped on the bed, to take a nap before starting the day.

Jess laid down next to me before asking, "Cat napping?"

"Hate cats. The dog is sleeping," I answered, eyes closed.

"Now you're a dog?"

"Why not?"

"I always thought of you as an elephant."

I opened my eyes and gave her a funny look, "Right. And you're a monkey's ass."

She hit me on the knife cut I had just acquired. It hurt.

"I thought you were calling the hunters," I asked, rubbing the wound.

"I was until I realized its five thirty in the morning. Doubt they want to hear about the battle this early. I'll call later."

I nodded and closed my eyes again before drifting into sleep.

I must have been out for a few hours, because when I woke, Jess was on the phone.

"Yes. The demon. ... Uh-huh. … Kansas. … Okay, thanks," and she hung up.

"Who was that," I asked, sitting up.

"Some old hunter friend of mine. Said she would be here by morning with back-up."

"She? As in a girl?"

"Equal rights, Dean."

I rolled my eyes before retorting, "I just haven't heard of a woman hunter before."

"Oh, right. Because I'm the monkey's ass."

I laughed and added, "Other then you two."

Jess rolled her eyes at me. I got up and kissed her on the lips, "I'm going to find Dad."

And out the door I walked.

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

Alex had taught me how to control my telekinesis and how to heal. Jess had taught me how to control my visions – for the most part. Now I was ready. Bring on the demons.

Alex had gone to find Jess. Dean dropped by and asked if I wanted to help with the game plan. So I joined him and Dad in Dad's room.

"How do we even know where the battle will take place," Dean asked.

"We don't," Dad said, "But it's going to happen no matter where we are. So, we can make it where ever."

"Let's try the warehouses down the street. Dark, open."

Dad nodded and found the blueprints to the property from a contractor's bag. He spread them out on the table in front of us.

"Three entry points," Dean commented.

"Let's lure them inside with Jess, Alex, and I without guns," I offered.

Dean gave me a 'what the hell' look, "No guns? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"We can use our powers. They work better then weapons."

Dad was unsure but sided with me, "Fine. But I want all the hunters we have inside. Symbols everywhere-"

"Spells on hand," Dean added, "And extra ammo."

I nodded in agreement before turning to the prints.

"Here," I pointed to an entryway, "Have these locked and we can enter here."

Dad wrote a little and drew here and there on the building's layout until it showed what I had suggested.

"Hunters here," Dean said and pointed to a walkway bridge.

Dad wrote that too.

The rest of the next two hours went just like that. Suggesting and finalizing.