I stay locked in the room until I think I figured out what I need to do! It's been hours since I stormed away from Rowena and I'm ready to get far away from this woman for real.
I walk downstairs slowly. I get to the giant French doors and push them open. The 2 doors swing open together and Rowena is standing against the wall smiling at me. I take a step inside, hand wrapped around the hex necklace. Her eyes glance to the south wall and my eyes follow her gaze.
Sam's pushed up against the wall, feet off the ground. His face is red from lack of oxygen. "STOP!" I scream out reaching towards him, but my feet are stuck to the ground again
"I knew you'd be trouble, but mingling with Winchesters is not something witches should be doing" she flicks her hand and Sam gasps for air even more, still against the wall
"Let him go Rowena!" I spit to her, eyes flickering between the 2 of them.
"Rowena? How do you know Rowena?" Sam speaks to me in choked breaths
"How do you?" I ask back confused. He's never mentioned her before.
"They know my son" she walks towards me, heels banging against the cold floor with each step.
"Son?" I ask not following
She laughs a devilish laugh "the king of hell"
"Crowley?" I turn to Sam, who nods his head. "Damn" I mutter under my breath. I turn my attention back to Irish woman "why do you have him here?" I demand to know.
"He came here looking for you" she says in a mocking tone "but he found me first" she smiles "I am curious why mark never mentioned you were working with the Winchesters.."
"Jackie! Go!" Sam hollers at me. Rowena throws her hand out and Sam is gasping for air again.
"How dare you bring a Winchester to my home. This is unacceptable.." Her eyes glow with fire
My heart races "stop!" I yell. She cackles louder and her extended fingers turn into a fist as Sam's face contorts and turns blue "STOP!" I scream in agony and rage.
Rowena stumbles to the ground and Sam falls onto his knees gasping for air to reach his lungs. "Sam! Let's go!" I holler to him while running in his direction. He stands up slowly and I wrap my arm around his waist to help him get out of the room
"Look whose getting better" I hear Rowena's accent call out to me as we retreat from the house.
As we are running out on the front steps we run into Dean "what's going on?" His eyes wide seeing his brother breathing heavily
"We have to go!" I try to walk past him with Sam but he stands not moving "NOW!" I holler looking back behind us.
"Okay!" Dean yells back helping me by grabbing Sam's other side. We throw him into the back seat and as I get into the passenger side I look up and see Rowena smiling down at us.
"See you soon!" She hollers out waving her fingers in the air.
"What happened?!" Dean finally speaks up when we're 3 blocks away and speeding further.
I keep looking behind me at the window, making sure she's not following us. I glance at Sam each time, his eyes haven't averted from me since we started moving "I went in and there she was.."
"what the hell were you doing with Rowena?!" Dean looks to me
"I... I.." I choke, not knowing what to say. What will they think when they find out I'm a witch?
"She kidnapped her. She was in on everything with Mark" Sam speaks up. I turn to him with wide eyes, curious as to why he is lying. "I got her out but then Rowena got me" Sam finally moves his eyes off of mine and looks at his brother in the mirror.
"And you let the witch get the best of you.." Dean chuckles out "I should've been the one to go in first!" He continues smiling
"Ya, whatever" Sam rolls his eyes and they land on me, staring inquisitively.
Dean turns up his music and Classic rocks blazes from the radio. It takes all my will power not to turn around to face Sam, still feeling his eyes burning my neck. 2 hours pass when Dean finally speaks up again "so are we going to talk about mark?" He eyes me
I slink down into the front seat "Nooooo" I mumble out
"Jacks, come on. What happened?" Dean presses "Sam and I thought he was involved, didn't he tell you" he looks to his brother in the back seat. "You were suppose to tell her" he says to him
"I got distracted!" He defends him.
"With what?" Dean presses
"It's doesn't matter. He's gone now. It's over" I shrug looking out the window at the pellets of rain dripping down.
"Did you guys? Did he?" Sam says with a harsh tone.
"Not that night. He drugged me again and I passed out. I woke up in that barn." I trail off.
"Yanno Sammy has a thing for monsters too. Maybe you too should hook up" Dean jokes, raising his eyebrows looking through the rear view mirror at his brother.
"Dude" Sam retorts back
"how did you manage to kill mark and then get taken by Rowena" Dean asks
"They were working together, he was suppose to turn me.. And then I offended him or something and he was going to kill me when she stormed in." I explain "she stopped him and while they were talking I was able to kill him."
"And she was okay with that?" Sam asks
"She's a ruthless witch. She would've killed him anyway" Dean adds in
I shrug "then she just took me to that house" I finish explaining
"What did she want? You look pretty okay for someone held hostage" Dean pushes on
"She was playing good cop. Trying to get information on you two" I lie quickly
"Good cop?" Deans eyebrows raise and I shrug to him "well what did she want?"
"I don't know she just wanted to know about you guys" I simply state "hey, I'm pretty tired. Can you find a motel to drop me off at?" I look to the brother driving "I appreciate you guys looking for me and all but I just need to relax"
"Jackie, your not staying at a motel. Rowena is powerful, she'll find you" Sam says
"He's right" Dean adds in
"Then where would you like me to stay?" I roll my eyes
"With us" Dean smiles "we have a safe place you can crash at for awhile"
"A safe place?" My eyes squint in his direction
"We'll be there in a couple more hours" Sam assures.
"Whatever" I sit back in the car and put my feet up
"Hey, hey! Feet off baby!" Dean smacks them down. He leans over rubbing off the spot where my feet touched "we're you raised by wolves?!" He looks to me before returning his focus on the road
I chuckle nervously and think to myself: no, by witches.
