We pull up to this huge building. We all get out of the car and I look up to both of them "you live here?"

"Home sweet home" Dean smiles walking forward.

I follow them inside and am in just as much awe as I was when I saw where Rowena was staying "this is incredible" I explain looking at all the books, running my finger over the spines.

"Men of letters bunker" Sam says following behind me

"Men of letters?" I ask back

"Kind of a long story. Short version, organized researchers of everything that goes bump in the night" Dean explains quickly

"Oooohkkay" I drag out.

"Follow me, I'll show you where you can crash" Dean walks past me. I follow him, with Sam following me down a few hallways and steps into a empty room with a sink, desk, and bed.

He moves to the side letting me through. I do a quick twirl to take in the room and end facing the two brothers "thanks" I smile towards them. I fake a yawn "I'm ready to crash"

"Night Jacks" Dean says to me leaving the room.

"Ya, night Jacks" Sam says as well, the nickname sounding wrong coming off his tongue. His feet don't move out of the room as deans did. Instead he steps into the door way, his frame making the room already feel smaller.

"Sam. I really am tired" I tell him, suddenly feeling a real wave of exhaustion run through me. He steps forward, with an unfamiliar look on his face "look, we can talk about it later.. I jus-"

I'm cut off by him grabbing a hold of me and pulling me in. His lips find mine and kiss me forcefully. He pulls away shortly after and looks me in the eyes "I'm glad you're okay" he rubs a finger over my jaw line to my chin. I'm left speechless and he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

I crawl into the bed, peeling off the clothes I'm in. I fall asleep quickly. The last thing I think about are the way his lips felt against mine, tasting like honey and cucumber.

"Jackie! Jackie!" Sam calls to me in pain

"Stop! No! Please!" I say out loud "don't do this! Let him go! Please!"

"Jackie" Sam says back to me firmly.

I open my eyes and Sam's face is over mine "w-what?" I stutter out

"You were screaming. Are you okay?" He asks sitting back.

I sit up a little bit, covering myself up with the blanket. Feeling the sweat underneath me uncomfortably "I'm fine. Yea, I'm fine" I reassure myself saying it twice.

"Alright.." Sam says hesitantly moving back towards the door.

"Wait" I stop him. He freezes where he is and waits for me to say more. I don't know what to say, I don't know why I told him to wait. I quickly think of something "stay?" Is all I can think of and before I change my mind I spit it out. I'm not completely sure but I thought I saw a small smile come into his face before he nodded a yes. I move over in the full size bed and he comes under the blanket with me. He wraps his muscled arm around me and I feel safe. I let my head nest under his and our breathing comes one as I drift off to sleep.

When I wake up, Sam is no where in sight. I can't remember if I dreamed it or not. I roll out of the bed and put my clothes back on, I'll need to go out and get some more. I leave the room and try to remember my way out to the doorway. Eventually I find my way through some hall ways and into the main room.

"Afternoon" Dean says to me looking up

"Hi Dean" I say with squinted eyes as the light shines in.

"Hungry? There's a kitchen here too" Dean says showing off

"I'm okay. Thanks. Is Sam around?" I ask

"He should be back any minute" Dean responds not looking up from his laptop.

"Looking for a case?" I ask him walking closer to the computer screen.

"Uh. Ya" he smugly says shutting the laptop before I get close enough to see "nothing's going on"

"Oh" I say stopping my feet

"He was looking at porn" Sam walks in laughing.

"Oh!" I say again smiling "of course you were" I tease Dean

"A man has needs" he says trying to cover up what little embarrassment he is showing.

"Got you some stuff" Sam says walking down the stairs. I look at the bags in his hand and am thankful for his kind heart.

I smirk "thanks." He hands the bags to me and I walk back to my room. I go to close the door but it swings back open. I turn and Sam is standing there "oh" I jump back a bit startled, I didn't realize he was following me.

"we need to talk" he says walking in, closing the door behind him. I bite my tongue wanting to say make yourself comfortable but it's his home, not mine "what really happened?" He sits on the edge of the bed across from me.

"I don't know what you mean?" I try and lie, not sure of what he actually knows.

He gives me a look and I continue to play dumb. "She said witches, as in, more then one. Plural"

"I don't know what she meant" I lie more, getting more nervous as he sits there.

"Jackie. Are you.." He trails off, his soft look turns hard and anger rises inside of me like bile. So what if I am, I'm not evil, I haven't done anything wrong, on purpose.

"Am I what? A witch?" I spit out

"Well, yah" he simply says

"As a matter of fact, I am!" I smile smugly towards him letting the bile spew out. He just stares at me without saying anything, making the anger build more. "Is that a problem?!" I put my hands on my hips waiting for him to speak.

He stands up abruptly "it wouldn't have been if you weren't with Rowena! What the hell were you doing with her?!" His voice is raised

"She helped me figure out who I am" I defend her for no reason in particular

"You didn't know?" He asks, his voice squeaking

"Would I have become a hunter if I knew? She was the one who had Mark out hunting me."

"Why?" He asks next

"You won't understand" I shake my head "things are just so different now. Everything was a lie" I start to mumble out words as I pace the small bedroom floor. Sam disappears as my brain races and anger turns to confusion "my parents lied, things aren't what they seem. How could I be so stupid. I'm a hunter and I'm a witch, this is ludicrous. Everything I know about witches is evil and bad. What will I.." A pair of strong hands are on my shoulders keeping me in place. My eyes lift up to Sam's and he holds his ground.

"Stop. It'll be okay. We will figure this out" he nods to me.

"You want to help me? I'm a witch" I say back to him

He shakes his head "no, your Jackie. Besides, I know a thing or two about finding out your different." I open my mouth to ask what he means but he speaks before I do. "Get yourself cleaned up and we'll talk later" his hands drop as he turns to leave the room.

"Ok" I say before he disappears. What did he mean he knows about being different? I go to turn to grab my new things when Sam's head appears in the doorway.

"Let's not tell Dean about you, okay?" I nod to him and he nods to me before disappearing again.

Why can't we tell Dean? If Sam is somehow different, wouldn't he understand? I shake the thought. This secret will be between Sam and I. I find my way to a shower and I let the cold water rush over me. As the water begins to warm the fear washes off of me with the dirt, pooling around my feet, falling through the drain, disappearing. I feel confident that Sam and I will figure out whatever needs to be done.