The Witch, The Psychic, and The Winchesters

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I'm going to switch things up a little. For this chapter Alex's POV is first… You'll see why. It's also a short chapter. Enjoy:)

Much thanks to LeaCharmedOne for her idea that's used later in this chapter:)

Chapter Twelve

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

When I saw those little kids, I knew what I had to do. Kill the stupid demon that hurt their family.

"Alex," Sam asked as he came up behind me from the place I was sitting while doing a puzzle with Alyssa and holding Tommy.

"Yeah," I asked. He and I were watching the kids while Jess and Dean went to find John. Then I'd watch the children while they all went hunting.

"Didn't you hear what Alyssa said," he asked and gestured to the little girl who was standing in front of me with a smile a mile wide.

"I won," she repeated and jumped up and down.

I smiled at her triumph and said, "Do you want to take a bath? I think we should get all the red stuff off of you."

When I was younger, I had taken a course on child psychology. They tended to ignore their problems and deal later. So we ignored her problems by doing a puzzle and we'd face them later.

She thought a second before bobbing her head up and down.

"Okay, see that bag over there," I said and pointed to Sam's clothes' bag, "Go search in it for a big t-shirt."

Alyssa went to work and pulled out a Led Zeppelin rock concert t-shirt. She brought it over to us as Sam commented, "That's Dean's."

"Alyssa, go pick out soap in the bathroom," I told her. She walked in the bathroom before I said, "Too bad."

I smirked at him and handed him the infant. He gave me a strange look before asking, "How do I take care of it?"

"It's a boy. And his name's Tommy," I said and started toward the bathroom.

Sam shook his head and turned toward the bed. He sat down and I could hear him cooing over the baby.

When Alyssa's bath was done and she was changed, I put her in our bed and told her to rest. She had a big day.

"Can we pray for Mommy," she asked me.

I smiled sadly and nodded.

Alyssa put two hands in a prayer stance and said the Lord's Prayer, adding, "God, help Mommy. She was bleeding today. Amen."

I tucked her in before turning on some type of cartoons for the girl to watch. When I went in the bathroom, I found Sam bathing the infant in the sink. He was being so careful and gentle, I decided not to interrupt. Instead, I thought about what a great Dad he would be one day.

"I see you," Sam said to the baby as he dried the younger one off. Tommy gurgled in response. Sam put a diaper on the baby – we had managed to grab some from the blood hell – and picked up the boy. Sam was staring at the baby as if it was his own pride and joy.

"They wear on you, huh," I asked him.

I saw him smile in the mirror and answer, "I guess."

I smiled wider as he put the baby in a crib we had gotten from the hotel desk.

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

I was taking care of the kids with Alex. Kids with Alex. That made my mind wander.

"Sam and I are going to talk in the bathroom," Alex told Alyssa, "We're right here, okay?"

The young girl nodded as Alex grabbed my hand and took me into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Did you look at Tommy's medical files," she asked.

"What," I responded as I leaned against the vanity.

"He turns six months tomorrow."

It took a second to sink in, "Tomorrow? You think the demon's after him?"

She nodded, "We looked up all the people in the town. Not the people traveling through."

"But the mother's dead. Did the demon do it or the ghost?"

She thought a second, "I'd go with the demon. I think he's trying to throw us off."

I nodded, "Will he strike again?"

She shrugged.

I thought hit me, "What if the demon's after something. Not the mother though. What if the demon knew we'd be here? It knew we'd take care of the kids and go after the ghost. What if it's trying to get to one of us by using the kids?"

Alex looked a little shocked, "Do you think if we ask Jess she could tell us?"

"It's worth a shot."

She nodded and was about to whip out her cell phone when we heard, "Anyone here?"

I opened the door and saw Dean, Jess, and Dad. Dad was standing next to Dean – acting like kids were some type of foreign object. Jess was sitting on the bed talking to Alyssa.

"Hey," Alex said as she brushed past me and I followed, "I think we may have a lead on that thing."

Alex glanced at the awake children and I said, "Yeah. I'll tell you guys in the hall."

I walked outside and Dad, Dean, and Jess followed. Alex stayed behind with the kids.

"We think the demon was after Tommy. He turns six months tomorrow."

"It wasn't after the baby," Jess said, her eyes having a far off look – she must have been contacting ghosts.

"It's after us. The demon knew we'd take care of those kids. It knew we'd kill the ghost in that room."

"It's going to strike tomorrow," Dad said as he looked at the floor.

"Who's it after," Dean asked.

"Alex and Sam," Jess said – the far away look starting to disappear, "It wants their powers."

"What about yours," Dad asked her.

"Not strong enough."

Dean snorted a little and received a dirty look from Dad. I hid a smile.

o.0.o Jess POV o.0.o

We decided to split up. Dean and I would search the room for any ghostly things and trap them. John would try and find a way to kill the demon. And Alex and Sam would stay and watch Alyssa and Tommy.

"Come on," I urged as Dean slowly opened the door to room eleven.

There were still blood stains everywhere. He walked in and I followed, "Oh my God."

The room looked like hell had frozen over and decided to bleed on the Earth.

"Here," Dean said as he tossed me a can of salt. He seemed not to care as much as I did about this blood hole, "Salt the room."

We had planned on salting both rooms so the ghost couldn't get out. It would be trapped. Then when it decided to show, we could kill it at our leisure.

I went to work and within five minutes, both of us were done.

"Come on," I said, "Let's get out of here. This place gives me the creeps."

Dean arched his eyebrow as he followed me out of the room, "And Owen doesn't?"

I rolled my eyes at him as we headed toward John's room to see if he had a way to kill it, "Nope, Owen doesn't. But you do."

I could tell Dean was rolling his eyes even though he was a step behind me.

"Aren't you sweet," he rhetorically asked.

I smiled and knocked on John's door. He answered within a few seconds and ushered us inside.

This guy was good. Every nook and cranny was salted. There were symbols representing good spread out on the walls. The room was demon proof.

"Find anything," Dean asked.

"Yeah," the elder responded as he sat down on a chair and grabbed his notebook, "Since we used the last bullet on his brother, I'm pretty sure there's only one other way."

Dean and I looked at him expectantly before he answered, "We need a silver bullet to the heart-"

"Easy," Dean said.

"He's not finished," I told my boyfriend.

"It needs the blood of someone related to Samuel Colt along with the bullet," John said.

"As in the guy who made the Colt," I asked. The boys had told me about the Colt and all – but I was just as stunned as Dean was when that new piece of information was tossed at me.

John nodded, "I tracked them down and his great-great-grandson lives here, in Jefferson City. Over the years, names have changed. It's now Tomson."

I felt Dean's eyes on me, as I said, "I know where to meet him."

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

Jess and I explained the situation to Dad before we went our separate ways. Dad would go fill Sam and Alex in. Jess would go to dinner with Owen and I would watch for the perfect time to grab some blood. We went back to our room and I watched as Jess changed into this really low-cut black dress. I didn't even know she wore dresses.

"Can you zipper it," she asked me as she sat on the bed next to the place where I was laying.

"Yeah," I said and sat up. I zippered her dress and asked, "Can I unzip it tonight?"

She rolled her eyes before answering, "No, Dean."

It had been two hours since we got at this Clam Shack. I had helped Jess wire herself so that I could hear what was being said. Then she had gone to met Dr. Dork outside the restaurant – which was way fancier then I thought. He took her inside and they were seated. Right now, they were eating dinner.

"So where's your boyfriend," Dr. Dork – commonly known as Owen – asked Jess.

"We broke up. He was jealous that I had dated you."

I was not jealous.

About fifteen minutes later, the waiter came up and asked if dessert would be needed. Owen must have been planning all night for this line.

"I've got a different dessert in mind," he said. I could see the pop tart smiling at her in my mind. I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face.

Jess went with the plan – to get invited back to his place – by saying, "Sounds perfect."

I had a feeling she was giving him her seductive smile. Gross. Just the thought of Jess pretending to even like someone else – at least I hoped she was pretending.

Thirty minutes later, Owen and Jess were walking up to his apartment. I followed closely with the equipment needed to suck his blood. I sound like a vamp!

I watched as Owen started to unlock his door. Before he walked inside, he leaned down and kissed Jess gently on the lips. I was ready to toss my lunch. Owen entered first and Jess must have closed the door, because she left it open just the right way – just like a hunter.

I made my way inside and watched with morbid fascination as Owen kissed her neck. His eyes were closed. Jess was just kind of standing there, letting him use her.

I tipped toed behind him and grabbed the sedation shot from my pocket – it was meant to work especially for someone's neck. I ripped the collar of his dress shirt out of my way, reveling skin and I gabbed. Owen freaked out for a minute before he went limp and Jess caught him.

"Having fun," I asked her as I tossed her the blood drawing kit.

"Grand ole time," she responded sarcastically and went to work.

Within a few minutes, we had the amount of blood needed, then some. Jess and I hightailed it out of there.

"Think he'll remember," I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Probably think he was drunk."

"But he didn't drink."

"You didn't look around, huh? There were beer advertisements all over. Not to mention a recycling bin filled with empty cans."

I sighed, "Think we have enough blood?"

"The demon's going to hell even if we don't."

I speed up the Impala and we were at the hotel within minutes, being greeted by chaos.