The Witch, The Psychic, And The Winchesters
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Next chapter is the battle:) Yay! Lol. That came out wrong…
Chapter Six
o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o
It had been several days since we started preparations for the battle. And we were ready.
We had over sixty hunters in the hotel, ready for tomorrow. We had an armory of weapons. We had tank full of salt. We had a sewer system worth of gasoline. And we had everything else in-between.
Anyone who had powers had been practicing. Anyone who would be using weapons was at the local shooting range. Anyone who might say spells were practicing their Latin.
And this took a toll.
"Dean could you toss me my clothes," I asked. I had just taken a shower and totally forgotten to bring my nightclothes in the bathroom with me.
"Get 'em yourself," he responded. Dean was lying on the bed we had been sharing for the past five days, watching TV.
"Dean, please. There's no clean towels," I begged.
"Too bad," he said.
I groaned before telling him, "If you want something tonight, maybe you'll help me out."
He was just about to snap at me – for some unknown reason – when Sam and Alex popped in for an unexpected visit.
"Hey guys," Alex said before sitting on the bed that Dean wasn't on. Sam came in and did suit.
"Hey," Dean said quietly.
I rolled my eyes at Dean and asked Alex, "Can you grab me some clothes, Lex?"
She nodded and searched through my bag before tossing me some really small pants and a sports top.
I sighed at her choice. I was kind of hoping for some baggy clothes tonight, but accepted them and changed anyway.
I came out a few seconds later and sat on the bed by Dean. His gaze was still on the TV.
The thought of reading his mind to find out what was wrong came and went as Alex asked, "What's up your rear, Dean?"
I kind of wanted to laugh at how blunt she was, but held it back and waited for his answer.
No answer. So Sam said, "Dean, give it up."
No answer. Okay, my mind powers were definitely going to help here.
He was thinking something about the battle. He was worried if one of us got hurt. He thought it would be his fault. That he would let us down.
"Dean, it's not going to happen," I said.
He turned to me and said, "What? What's not going to happen?"
"No one's going to get hurt."
A bit of rage came to his eyes and he spat out, "You don't have a right to read my mind. So leave me the hell alone."
With that said, he stood up and started to walk toward the door, but Sam stopped him by guarding the door and saying, "Dean, you can't be angry tomorrow. This thing wants us to hurt us. You're just making it easier."
Dean shot Sam a glare and pushed past his brother who followed him outside, leaving Alex and me.
"Should we follow," she asked with a small smile.
"What do you think," I asked, a bit more cruelly then I intended to.
"Sorry," she said and walked out of the room before me.
"Lex, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just upset because Dean's upset."
"Yeah, I know. Powers are a bitch," she said before letting me catch up to her.
By now the boys were by the cars, arguing for the whole hotel – which was full of fellow hunters – to hear.
"Dean, you can't be mad at her for trying to help you," Sam shouted.
"Don't you tell me who I can't be mad at, Sam," Dean said as he got in the Impala. He tried to peel out and leave, but Sam used his powers to hold him back. That was an interesting little trick.
The next thing I knew, Alex was running toward Sam, trying to get him to stop using his powers. She didn't want him to wear the out. Especially when we were expecting this huge battle.
o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o
"Sam, please," I begged, "Don't get into their business. Just leave them alone. I'm sure they'll figure it out."
Sam eventually let his powers cease and Dean peeled out.
"He needs to stop. He's going to loose Jess," Sam told me quietly, "I tried to help."
"But they can fix it on their own."
Sam looked into my eyes sadly and brushed past me, heading for the room. I sighed and decided to follow.
Sam was a few paces in front of me, so he got in the room first. I was just about to open the door he had closed when Jess told me, "He needs to be alone. Just let him go."
She offered me a smile before saying, "Powers are a bitch. Stay in my room."
She tossed me the key and I asked, "Where are you going?"
"The elephant and monkey's ass need to talk."
I was a little confused at what she meant but I pieced together that she was talking about Dean and herself.
I nodded and went inside her room after watching Jess take off in her Camero.
I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. The only thing on worth watching was some music – the Top 20 Countdown. So I let that play in the background and booted up the boys' laptop – Jess' and mine was still in my room which was currently off limits.
I typed in the password to Sam's account – 11-02. I was deciding if I should play games or go on something I probably shouldn't be snooping though. Ahh, hell with it. He was mad at me anyway.
I clicked 'Sam's Docs' and up came a screen. Glancing at the folders, I saw several worth reading into. 'Alex and Jess', 'The Demon', and 'Personal'. I had a flip coin war. Guess what won? Personal.
I smiled and opened it. A little pop-up came forward and asked me for the secret password. I typed in 11-02. This promptly gave me a 'Try Again' screen. Damned the little elves that work on computer chips. I typed in 'Jessica Lee Moore'. Nope. 'Alexandra Lynn Williams'. Nada. I was just about to attempt my last try when my cell rang.
"Hello," I answered.
"It's Willie Nelson," was the reply from the obvious voice of Jessica on the other line.
"What is?"
"His password."
"How'd- Ya know what? I don't want to know. Thanks," I said as I typed in the password.
Bingo! It worked. "It's his favorite old country music. That 'Oh Maria song.' Oh! I found Dean! Later."
I heard the click of her phone disconnecting. I tossed mine on the bed next to me and started to search through the personal file.
There was a 'Journal' file, a 'School' file, and an 'Address Book'. The 'Journal' was obviously the most appealing. I opened it and a new screen popped up containing the file's contents.
I started to read and realized that this was actually a journal. Who know? Sam wrote a journal. I smiled at how oblivious he sometimes was.
The last entry was dated yesterday.
I do honestly believe that curiosity killed the cat, but this was just too much to resist. And I wasn't a cat anyway. Maybe a centipede… after all, I was kinda short compared to him.
I started to read bits and pieces of the last two weeks – starting with today's.
"We're getting ready for the battle. I can't believe I might actually be able to kill this thing. I want it to die at my hands. Not Dean's or Dad's, Alex's or Jess'. Mine. I want revenge. … Hopefully, Alex and I won't break up. I like her a lot, but we had a fight. Now, everything's better… but there's something in the way she talks and acts now. It seems like she's in more pain being with me. I hope she's okay. I don't know what I'd do without her. … Alex and I now share a room. It seemed like just yesterday we were pretending to go to the library and research. I can't believe Jess and Dean fell for that. We used to take a stroll to through the park or watch the sunset on the mountains. And just talk. That was the best part, getting to know her."
I had definitely read enough. I needed to let him know I felt the same way.
So I turned off the laptop and did.
o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o
Jess found me. I had expected it, but not so soon. She was a psychic but… sometimes you wanted to get away and she'd be right there. That could drive even a pair of socks crazy. Sock A wants to get away but Sock B won't let Sock A. Why the hell am I thinking about socks?
Jess parked her car next to mine and sat on the hood of the Impala next to me. I was watching a sunset over some lake. I had to admit, it was nice.
"Sorry for reading your mind. I wanted to know what was wrong and fix it," she said as she shoved her hands in her pockets.
"I didn't want you to know," I said, "I didn't want you guys to worry about dying."
"It doesn't matter. We're all worrying anyway."
We got quiet for a few minutes.
"Why did you think we would blame you," she asked.
"Just seemed like it would happen."
"You're not to blame."
"We always need someone to blame."
"Not like that, Dean."
I was about to give some type of remark when we heard thunder.
Jess smiled for some reason.
"What," I asked, wanting to get in on the details.
"It's… nothing," she said.
She was covering something up and I wanted to know what.
"Tell me, please," I asked and stood up straight.
She smiled and looked down before answering, "Have you ever done it in a thunderstorm?"
I gave her a look before asking, "Why?"
"It's just so much more fun," she answered.
We heard thunder again before some rain started to fall.
"I don't think I want to know," I said.
Rain fell down a little harder.
"Dean, come on! You love when things like this happen!"
"Things like what?"
Thunder cracked and we saw a bolt of lightning.
"A chance to have fun in the pouring rain! To try something weird. Be 'out there' once and awhile."
I was going to reply, 'But we are out there' but I didn't have time. Jess shoved her tongue down my throat.
For God's sake. This girl could be the death of anyone. Even Death himself.
"I'm sorry Dean. Now, do you want to make up in the rain," she asked with a small smile/smirk after the initial kiss.
I answered by kissing her back and pushing her coat off onto the now muddy ground.
We continued like this for a few minutes. Shirts being tossed away, coats being scattered. When a wind came and circled us.
I pulled away to see what it was. I couldn't see anything, but Jess must have, because she pushed me away and grabbed her clothes from the ground.
"What," I asked her and picked up my clothes.
She tossed on her shirt, making her fully clothed and answered, "He's here. The battle's starting. We need to warn the others."
I freaked mentally and ran to the Impala's front seat. Jess had already taken off in her car and was driving toward the hotel when I got into mine. I started the engine up and pulled out. The whole way there, I tried to call Sam or Dad or anyone for that matter. I had no cell service.
I don't think I have ever driven faster in my life – 120 MPH on back country roads.
o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o
I was trying to figure out how to apologize to Alex when I heard a knock on the door and, "Sam, I forgot my key."
I better think a little faster next time. I got up and let her in, but returned to sit on the bed.
"Alex," I said, "I don't want to be fighting when we leave tomorrow."
"I don't want to be fighting now," she said. I smiled.
"I'm sorry I acted like a jerk out there."
Alex shrugged, "I've been a jerk."
"What'd you do," I asked trying to look in her eyes, but she was looking down so I failed.
"I've been so worried about this demon. I've kind of been blowing you off. Not putting my whole self into our relationship."
I narrowed my eyes, "Did you read my diary?"
Alex's eyes got big before they came back to normal size and answered, "N-no."
"Alex," I said in a scolding tone.
"You were mad at me anyway! I had to figure out why. And how was I supposed to know you kept a journal! Or that the password was Willie Nelson, after his song, 'Marie something or another?'"
I laughed at the stupidity of my password reasoning and she couldn't help but join in.
"Sorry," she said.
"No big deal. Just not again, okay," I asked. I wasn't that mad. After all, if she had took the time to figure out my password, it must have meant something to her.
"Alright," she answered and plopped down next to me.
I saw the gleam back in her eyes. I used to think that meant she was concocting some type of evil joke or plan, but now I knew it meant she was full of life.
Being full of life could be the worst thing in our line of duty. More demons were after you. But it meant something really nice with Alex. She could fend for herself. She could keep the gleam and knock the demons dead.
"Sam," she asked.
"Yeah," I said coming out of my thoughts.
"Are you okay?"
"Just thinking."
"About?"
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"I thought about that before," she said, "I figured I'm a centipede if anything. So I won't die if you tell me."
"Centipede?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"What logic did you use for that," I asked.
"I'm like a centipede compared to your giraffe height."
I laughed a bit before answering, "I was thinking about your eyes."
"The gleam," she asked.
"How'd you know?"
"People tell me about it. They say I should keep it. My future husband will love it."
"You can keep it as long as you're with me," I said.
"Funny, Samuel."
I tickled her. She knew I hated when she called me that. Finally, she shouted, "I give up! You win!"
"What's my name," I asked, still tickling her.
"Sam! Sam! It's Sam!"
I stopped tickling her and she sat up. I moved a strand of hair out of her face and was just about to kiss her when Jess ran in the room, full of mud. I wanted to ask where she was that she got so dirty, but I didn't have time.
In-between pants, she said, "He's here. The demon's here. It's started."
