The Witch, The Psychic, and The Winchesters

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Extremely short chapter, but does wonders for our characters and covers a lot of ground. :) Enjoy!

I wanted to get this up because I'm off to another soccer camp. Hopefully, I can come home tonight and write another chapter to put up on Wednesday. Enjoy this one:)

Chapter Thirteen

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

When we got to the hotel, Dean and I went to Alex's and Sam's room. I was just about to knock when Dean grabbed my hand and whispered, "Listen."

My eyes were watching his as we listened to a conversation inside.

"You can't take those kids," came the voice of Alex.

"The law says we can," came unidentified male #1.

"They're safer here. Trust us," Sam said.

"Sir, we need to put them in foster care and up for adoption. They have no living relatives," came unidentified female #1.

I had enough. I grabbed the spare card they had given us and swiped it. Immediately, I tossed open the door.

"Who are you," the woman in a black suit asked.

"I might ask the same," I responded as Dean followed me inside.

"I'm social services and this," the woman said gesturing to the other unknown man, "Is the sheriff. We heard people were walking in and out of a hotel room with guns and blood. We checked into the reports and found information leading to the finding of Alyssa and Thomas Markson and their dead mother Maria Markson."

"You can't take them," Alex told the government workers. That's when I noticed Alyssa and Tommy weren't in the room. I quickly read Alyssa's mind and found out that her and her brother were hiding in the bathroom.

"Ma'me," the social worker said, "We need to put them up for adoption. They'll be safe and find a good home."

"Right now, we're the best thing for them," Sam said – he was standing next to Alex.

"Unless you want to be their parents, you are not the best thing for them."

I saw Alex and Sam glance at each other before Sam said, "We want to be their parents."

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

I think we scared the shit out of Jess and Dean – not to mention Mrs. Legume, the social worker, and Officer Smith, the sheriff. Then there was ourselves. We were scared more then they were.

"O-okay," Mrs. Legume said, "W-we need you to file paperwork."

I nodded and looked at Sam who gave me a small smile. We were doing the right thing.

"Bring the children and we can do it right now," she said, "I'm sure I can cut corners and make you their guardians within a year. They can be in your foster care by tonight."

I smiled before turning to Sam. We both went to get our future children. I picked up Alyssa and Sam got Tommy.

"They'll be right there," Jess said as she ushered the government workers out of our room.

She turned to us and asked, "What the hell are you thinking?"

I shot her a glare, "Children."

She sighed before Dean rephrased it, "Are you crazy?"

"They need someone," Sam said simply.

I added, "We want a family. What better way to start it?"

I smiled at Sam who smiled back as he said, "We'll be back with the kids. Start working on that… thing."

"Yeah," Dean said as we walked by them and out of the room.

When we were in the hallway, we saw Legume and Smith.

"Ready," Legume asked.

I nodded and looked at Sam who said, "Definitely."

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

Sam and Alex just left – off to adopt their future children. Unbelievable. They were going to be parents before they were even married.

"Did they just do what I think they did," Jess asked.

"Yeah," I said and fell onto the bed.

"They're parents? You're an uncle? John's a grandpa?"

"Yup."

"Jeez," she said and plopped down next to me, "And we were worried about being pregnant with one kid."

I couldn't help but give a small smile. "Let's go give this stuff to Dad," I said and pulled out the vile of blood.

"Should we tell him?"

I grunted a little, "Not unless you want to."

She rolled her eyes and followed me toward my Dad's room.

I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. No answer.

By this time, Jess had her gun drawn and was ready. I pulled out my gun and kicked open the door. Jess went into the room first.

We saw Dad. He was tied up on the bed and knocked unconscious. I went to him as Jess checked the bathroom.

"Dad," I asked. He came around just as Jess came back into the bedroom. "What happened?"

"The demon. He's here."

"Where," Jess asked as she picked up an extra round of silver bullets from the small corner table.

"Check the closet," Dad said as he nodded to the closet door. Jess tossed it open.

There was Alyssa.

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

We had just pulled in to the police station. Alyssa and Tommy were sitting in the back of the Camero.

I gave Alex another smile as we got out and helped the kids into our arms. I was holding Alyssa and Alex had Tommy.

We started to follow the social worker – the cop had gone off on some type of call. But something went wrong.

As soon as Mrs. Legume was in the building, Alyssa turned to me and said, "I hate you."

"Why would you say that," I asked as I continued walking. Maybe it was the aftermath of her mother's death.

"You killed my children."

I stopped dead in my tracks. By now, Alex was watching this conversation and hushing the sounds of Tommy's cries.

"Alyssa," I asked.

"No," she mimicked.

My eyes got wide with realization. Something was possessing her.

I gently put Alyssa down and glanced at Alex. She knew what was going on too.

"Guess who," Alyssa asked. Her voice was extremely high, and her eyes had flashed black before settling on the color green.

"Run," I screamed to Alex. She started toward the building, followed by me, but whatever it was that was possessing the little girl tossed me back. I hit the car and landed on the ground with a thump.

I glanced over to the entry of the parking lot and saw the Impala pull in. Dean was behind the wheel, Dad – who had several cuts on his forehead – in the passenger, and Jess was in the back. Her eyes were closed tightly like she was in concentration.

Alex made it to the office building and entered with Tommy still in her hands.

"Don't you know who I am, Sammy," the not-so-Alyssa asked.

"Humor us," Dean said as he got out of the driver's seat, "Cause we have Alyssa over here."

He pulled open the backseat door and Alyssa came out.

"I'll give you one hint," the possessed Alyssa said, "I killed your mommy."