The Witch, The Psychic, and The Winchesters

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Chapter Seventeen

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

I had to tell Dean that I was going back to Stanford. And soon. It had been three days since I got reaccepted and classes started in two. To make matters worse, he was the only one who didn't know I was going.

I was kind of afraid at how he would take it. If I had told him that I was going back – before we killed the demon – he would have killed me. But now… I wasn't too sure. But I knew one thing. I had to tell him.

The girls were cooing over Tommy and looking at some type of wedding plans when I decided to tell him. It was now or never.

I grabbed Dean and pulled him into the kitchen, "Dean, we need to talk."

Dean shrugged my hand off of him, "What, man? I was just about to suggest you wear the dress."

I shot Dean a glare before saying, "Serious."

"I was," he said and gave me a cocky smile. Dean grabbed a soda out of the fridge before sitting at the breakfast bar in the middle of the kitchen.

I sat on the opposite side and said, "I'm not sure how to say it."

"So spit it out, Sam."

I looked him in the eye, "I'm going back to Stanford."

He took a second to processes the new information before showing his anger.

"What? Why? Sam," he started.

"We're done hunting and I think I should finish."

I'm not sure if Dean was more upset or angry, but he was mad. That was for definite.

He got up, shot me one last glance, and stormed out of the room, past the girls who were watching us with a deer-in-the-headlights look.

Jess gave me a sympathetic smile before turning and following Dean. Alex, who was holding Tommy, came over to me and leaned into my chest. I put my arms around her, "I did the right thing, right?"

She nodded.

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

I followed Dean upstairs into our room. When I got there, he was throwing his clothes in a bag. I shut the door behind me and walked over toward him.

"What are you doing," I asked him as I knelt next to Dean and tried to stop him.

"I'm leaving," he said and shooed my hands away.

"Why," I asked, defeated as I sat next to him on the floor.

He ignored my question, "Are you coming or not?" He looked into my eyes and I could tell he needed help. He wanted help. Someone to fix the wounds that started to long ago and the new ones that had just begun.

I put my wants aside and nodded, "Yeah."

Within a few minutes, we were ready and I was following Dean down the stairs. He plowed out the front door past Sam and Alex.

I hugged Sam, "Don't worry about him. He'll come around."

He nodded and I gave Tommy a kiss on the forehead, "No causing mischief, little man."

I hugged Alex, "Maybe you should tell him."

Her face held puzzlement as she asked, "When did you find out?"

"When it happened. Psychic, remember," I said tapping my head.

She rolled her eyes before saying, "I will."

I gave her another smile as I grabbed my bags and started outside. I turned around and said, "Lex, take care of my baby."

I tossed her my keys to the Camero and headed toward Dean who was already waiting in the Impala. He had the engine running and was itching to leave – I could tell.

I put my bags in the back and got in.

"Where to," I asked.

He didn't answer, just pulled out.

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

We watched as the Impala pulled out of the driveway. Sam was hurt and I could tell. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just let him be for the rest of the night.

After I had put Tommy to bed, I laid down on the bed next to Sam who was already under the covers. Just as normal, he put an arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest.

We were quiet for a little while before Sam asked, "Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"What did Jess want you to tell me?"

I tensed up. I hadn't expected him to ask that. But he did and I needed to tell him anyway, right?

"Um," I said, as I squiggled away from him. I turned on the bedside light and sat up. He propped himself up on one arm as he watched me.

"Well," I said, "Uh-"

"Alex," he said in his trademark tone.

I figured I best get out and say it.

"Yesterday, I found out I was pregnant."

He looked at me before falling back onto the bed. I thought he was just being dramatic, but upon further inspection I found he had passed out.

Was that a good sign? Or a bad one?

I had to laugh a little. He passed out. Wow, this was definitely going in the baby book.

I climbed over Sam and got a wet facecloth. I came back and gently patted his face with it until he woke up. It took him a few seconds to calm down.

I laughed, "If you act like that every time I announce it, we are so not having any more kids."

He blinked a few times before smiling and starting to laugh with me.

He gradually stopped laughing and said, "You're okay with it, right?"

"You passed out! Not me," I said, smiling.

He smiled and kissed me.

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

We were driving to… wherever. I just wanted to get away from him. And Jess was coming.

It was around midnight and pouring rain when Jess first spoke, "Where are we going?"

I shrugged, "Wherever."

There was a little silence before she said, "You can tell me, you know."

I glanced at her, "There's nothing to tell."

"Dean," she said.

I didn't answer, instead I let her talk, "I've been reading your thought the whole way. He's not leaving you. That's what you're afraid of. You don't want him to leave like he did the first time. It's not like the first time. Things changed, Dean."

I slammed on the breaks and we both jerked forward. Before she could say anything, I was out of the car and walking away.

"Dean," she called. I heard her get out of the Impala and start to run after me, but I didn't stop. "Dean, wait!"

When she was close enough to me, I turned around, "Leave. Me. Alone."

"I can't," she said as her hair clung to her face.

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I'm supposed to help you fix this. I know I am."

"Well then you're a crappy psychic, huh? Cause I don't have anything to fix. I'm perfectly fine."

"Dean," she said as I started to walk away again.

I had enough. I spun around… and hit her. I hadn't meant to do it; my hands were just in the wrong position at the wrong time. When it happened, she stepped back – shocked that it had happened. My eyes got wide. I wanted to fix this, fix us. But the damage was done.

"Drop me off at the nearest bus station," she said simply and walked back to the car.

I didn't want her to leave. If she left, it meant we were over – through. That's not what I wanted. But there was nothing I could do.

I had ruined our relationship. There was no more Jess and Dean, Dean and Jess. Just Dean.


Okay, I know you're thinking: How could she do that! But yeah... Like I said before, there's a reason for everything. Also, there will most likely be one more chapter in this story, then... on to the sequel! Yay! Lol. So hyped for the sequel. But I need a name. Give me a second to think... Okay, I have some. You guys can pick:)

There is: "How to Save a Winchester", "The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Baby", or "The Winchester Code". Just review with your choice. :) Thanks!