The Witch, The Psychic, and The Winchesters

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Sorry I haven't updated. I've been in soccer camp. When I get home, I totally shower, grab a snack, and crash. Lol. Bad habits, I know. Today my sunburn hurt so bad (if I burnt it again, I might have a second degree burn) I decided to stay home and relax – meaning write a new chapter. (I'm just like the energizer bunny, huh?) Lol. Enjoy:)

Chapter Eleven

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

Dean and I had just entered the haunted room when I got Alex's call. She said the demon was alive and John was here at the hotel. I no sooner hung up and Dean asked, "What's wrong?"

I arched my eyebrow, "How'd you know?"

"That look," he said as he gestured with his gun at my face.

"Watch your aim, elephant," I said before answering him, "It was Alex. She said John's here. And the demon's alive."

His eyes got wide before he blinked and brought them back down to normal size. He was about to say something but I screamed, "Duck!"

We hit the ground as a complimentary bar of soap slammed into the door behind us.

Dean looked at me before rolling his eyes and staying low as he hobbled to the bathroom. I carefully followed him but remained a pace behind.

"Don't go in there," I told him.

"Why," he asked as he turned his head to look at me.

I was about to tell him that the poltergeist was going to try and drown him – but didn't get a chance. The stupid ghost shoved Dean backward. He landed on top of me and we fell.

I didn't realize it before – but this guy was heavy. I shoved him off of me and realized he was hurt.

Carefully, I raised my gun toward the place where the ghost last was and reached down with my other hand to help Dean up. Slowly but surely, he stood up but cradled his arm.

We got out of there quick. Once back in our room, Dean sat on the end of the bed as I grabbed our first aid kit.

I pulled up a chair next to him and could see the pain in his eyes. He was hurt in more ways then one.

"Here," I said gently as I helped him shed his leather coat followed by his shirt.

I sat on the edge of the bed next to him and gently felt his arm. He winced in pain.

"I think you broke it, Dean," I said and put our first aid kit away, "We need to go to a hospital."

He shot me a skeptical look before disagreeing, "No."

I rolled my eyes at his stubbornness and came up with an idea.

"What if we go get your arm fixed and come back here to relax," I suggested seductively and started to massage his shoulders.

"Nope."

I sighed and laid on the bed, "Before we go to the hospital?"

He gave this a second thought before answering, "No way am I going to a hospital."

Twenty minutes later, we were at a hospital and Dean was being a big baby to the nurses. They were cooing and drooling all over him as they waited for a doctor.

"Poor, Dean," one nurse said as she ran a hand down his unhurt arm.

I was getting sick of this. "Ladies," I asked, "Is there anyway Dean can get his HIV check-up here too?"

That made them all run for cover. I smiled as Dean gave me a look and asked, "Jealous much?"

"Get laid much," I retorted and he shut up.

The on call doctor came in, looking at his papers, and asked, "Dean Winchester?"

"Yeah," Dean said.

The doctor looked up before exclaiming, "Jessie?"

I looked at the doctor before realizing who it was. Owen Tomson. "Owie," I called him by his nickname before giving him a huge hug.

"Owie," Dean asked, bewildered.

When Owen and I stopped hugging, I introduced them, "Dean, this is Owen. We went to med school together."

Dean didn't know I had gone to medical school before doing full time hunting so he just nodded.

"How are you," I asked Owen, starting a long story.

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

After Sam fell asleep, I decided to go grab something to eat. The local deli was open so I went in and grabbed my favorite junk food: Red Bull. Dude, you could live off of that stuff. It was the silver lining of my life. I grabbed Sam a diet – I had noticed he gained a pound – and went up to the register.

Some punk kid checked me out before ringing up my stuff. He decided to play sweet.

"Hey baby, how you doin'," he asked as he put my food in a bag.

"Engaged," I answered and took out my wallet.

"On the house, sweet heart," the punk said and handed me my stuff.

I rolled my eyes before putting a five on the counter, "That should cover it."

I rolled my eyes again and walked out of the store. That's when I noticed there was something familiar about that kid. I let my mind think about it for a second or two before dismissing it.

When I walked back into our room, Sam was up.

"Hey," I said and tossed him his diet coke.

"Thanks," he replied as he caught the drink then scrunched his nose up in a funny position, "Diet?"

"Yeah, you gained a bit of weight," I joked and sat down next to him on the bed.

He rolled his eyes at me before I asked, "What time is it?"

"Five," he answered.

"Our two hours are up? Darn," I said.

He shot me an amused look before asking, "Why?"

"I was going to take Dean's advice."

He laughed a bit before saying, "I started some research on where the demon might strike next."

"Where," I asked, curious as I crawled over Sam and grabbed his research notebook.

"Here," he responded as I started to flip through the book.

I stopped and stared at him, "H-here?"

"This town, yeah," he answered, "I started to compile a list of people whose kids are turning six months old within the week."

"The week," I asked, surprised at the information being thrown at me.

"It should strike within the week," he repeated.

"Sam, we just killed its brother. Why strike again?"

"The demon needs people's souls to live too. It kept half the souls it killed, until now."

"Because the brother's dead," I asked.

"Yeah."

"Who looks the most promising," I asked referring to the list of soon to be six-month-olds.

"This one," he said and pointed to a name, "He turns six months on Friday."

"In two days?"

Sam nodded.

"How do we stop the demon?"

"I need some help with that. I think my Dad has a way."

I nodded, "Do we need to do anymore research?"

"No," Sam answered and leaned back in the bed.

I leaned next to him and said, "Good."

Sam sat up and looked at me funny, "Why?"

"Take a guess," I said. I climbed over him and went into the bathroom, starting the shower. It only took him a few seconds to join me.

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

Owen and Jess had been talking for like… ever. So I decided to politely interrupt them, politely.

"Jess, we need to head back to the hotel. We have that thing," I said.

She turned to me and said, "Uh- yeah. Sure."

Jess got up and hugged that stinking Owen one more time before I wrapped my open arm – it turned out the other one was only dislocated and Owen had popped it back into place but made sure that I had it in a sling – around her waist before saying, "See you around, Owie."

I tried to pull Jess away, but she insisted on staying for one more second. "Owen, why don't you come visit us? We'll go for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds great," he commented, "Meet you at the Clam Shack around seven?"

Jess nodded. That smiling she was doing was killing me. This guy really needed to go.

"Bye, Owen," I said and pulled her away.

Once far enough away, I told Jess, "That guy is messed up."

She pushed me away before asking, "What's wrong with him?"

"You didn't see the way he was looking at you? He wanted to get you in the sack."

"More then you Dean," she asked as we got into the Camero.

I thought about it for a second, "Definitely."

She rolled her eyes before starting up her baby. Within a few seconds, we were on the main roadway.

"You didn't tell me you went to medical school," I commented. She was hiding stuff I wanted to know about.

"I'm not hiding anything, Dean. You just didn't ask what I did before hunting."

"Funny," I said sarcastically.

"After high school, I got accepted by Harvard for their med school. I went and got my RN. I just never started with a job, because I went into hunting," she replied.

"Where does Owie fit into all of this," I asked, putting major emphasis on the name 'Owie'.

"We dated on and off."

"You dated him," I asked bewildered.

"Yeah. He was sweet and in my classes, so we were together a lot."

I thought about this for a second before giving her a smart ass comment, "Good to see you moved on to new and improved things."

She gave me one of her looks and pulled into the hotel before saying, "See who gets laid tonight."

I sighed as I caught up with her to enter the hotel room.

Jess went in and lay on the bed as I found a note that must have been left by Alex and Sam. I unfolded it and read it as I sat next to Jess on the bed.

"Alex and Sam did some research," I told her, "The demon is here. It's striking Friday – they think."

Jess nodded, "They give a meet up time?"

"No, but-"

We heard my phone – I had left it in the hotel room – beep, signaling a message. Jess climbed off the bed and found it. She listened for a few seconds before saying, "No earlier then six thirty."

"Why," I asked suspiciously.

"They took your advice."

"But we didn't," I muttered under my breath.

"What, dear," Jess asked sarcastically.

"Nothing."

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

When Alex and I were fully clothed, we went out to find Dad, Dean, or Jessica. We knocked on Dad's door but he wasn't there, so we started toward Dean's and Jess' room. When we passed room eleven, a little girl came and tugged on the back of Alex's shirt.

"Ma'me," she said, "My Mommy's hurt."

Alex whipped around, followed by me. We saw the girl. Blue eyes, blonde shoulder-length hair. She barely came up to the top of Alex's legs. The girl was no more then five and covered in blood.

Alex glanced at me before kneeling to the girl's height and asking, "Where is your mommy?"

The little girl pointed, "She's in there with Tommy."

"Who's Tommy," I asked as I leaned down to the girl's height.

"My brother."

I nodded, "Alex, stay with her."

I stood up and pulled out my gun. I saw the girl shiver in fear, but there was nothing I could do. Something told me this was supernatural and I couldn't walk in unprepared.

I pushed open the door that the little girl had pointed at. I raised my gun and took a step in. This was one of the hotel rooms that had a joining room.

"Hello," I called carefully as I walked a little farther in. I walked into the bathroom. There was blood all over the place. On the walls, the ceiling, the floor. The bathtub had water in it, but it was tainted red. Someone had bled in it.

Finding nothing in the first room, I quickly walked toward the joining room and laid my hand on the door knob. I heard infant-like crying.

I threw open the door and came face to face with hell. There was blood all over this room – worse then the bathroom. It looked like something out of a horror movie. My eyes scanned the room and I didn't see anything that looked dangerous, so I inched my way in.

"Hello," I called. I searched the bathroom and found a woman. She was fully clothed and obviously had been drowned – even through her wrists were slit.

As my stomach gained knots, I took two strides toward her. I felt for a pulse, but found none. Disgusted, I swallowed hard and walked back in the main part of the room. There was an infant in a crib. I reached the baby – who I assumed was Tommy and picked him up gently. He was still crying as I shoved my gun in its holder and brought the infant outside of the bloody misery and in the hallway where the girl and Alex were waiting.

Alex was standing, holding the girl as I came toward them and asked the child, "Is this Tommy?"

She nodded and dug her head farther into Alex's neck.

"You're safe now, Alyssa," Alex said to the girl.

We started to walk toward Jess' and Dean's room, quickening our pace with each step.

I was still cradling the infant as I kicked their door as a method of knocking. Dean answered and I brushed past him with Tommy. Jess was resting on the bed, but when we came in, she took the infant from me and started to soothe his crying.

"What happened," Dean asked as he shut the door behind Alex and Alyssa.

"Something hurt their parents," Alex answered as Alyssa started to cry a little.

Dean grabbed me as Alex and Jess started to tend to the little kids, cleaning the blood off them.

"What happened," he asked me out of earshot from the rest.

"Their mother is dead. Something tried to stage it as a suicide."

"How do you know it's not human?"

"Instinct."

Dean nodded, "What room?"

I thought for a second as I did the math, "Eleven. And thirteen."

"I rented that room. How'd-"

"They were joining rooms. I found the mother and baby in thirteen. Someone must have unlocked it."

"Thirteen's haunted," Dean said.

Thinking about the children's mother and the horrors the kids must have seen, I replied, "It won't be when we're done."