Sam and I don't get much alone time the next day. Dean insists on giving me the grand tour or their home. As we walk from room to room he indulges into detail about the men of letters. Although I am impressed with their digs and what he is saying the men of letters accomplished, I find myself distracted thinking about Sam. Dean asked him if he wanted to give the tour with him but he just waved us off and kept his eyes trained on his laptop. I would normally roll my eyes at his geeky ways, but I can't help wonder what he's looking at. Is it about me, ways to help me, ways to get rid of me, is he just looking for a case? My mind thinks of about one hundred things he could be doing. After some time, Dean ends be tour in the garage "and here, here is where the glory lies" he smiles letting me walk past him. It takes me a minute to realize this and we stand their awkwardly.
"Oh. Right" I say as I walk past him. I take a few steps in before the vintage cars come into view. "Wait! This whole place is a garage?" I turn my head to him.
"Yup" he simply says with additional head nodding
"Damn! This is awesome!" I say running my hand over a classic Thunderbird.
"Yea it is" he agrees following behind me now. I walk slowly past the cars and motorcycles, seeing some brands I've never actually seen with my own eyes. After I've walked through the entire garage we make our way back into their library room. I expect to see Sam still sitting at the laptop but his chair is empty and the laptops shut. Dean pours himself a glass of what I assume is whiskey and holds and empty one out towards me "want one?" He asks
"Sure" I say, not knowing what else I would do here if he were to leave me. He brings me the glass and I take a swig of it. It burns going down and I give Dean a questionable look "you have some of the most expensive cars in your garage but you go cheap on the whiskey" I take another swig, this one going down a tad easier.
"Good stuffs for celebrating." He sips his drink, looking like the whiskey washed down his throat like water.
I keep my glass on the table, not ready for another sip "and what type of celebration would condone the good stuff?"
"Killing Rowena" he shrugs "that'd be one hell of a party" he adds on.
I want to ask about their past together but don't want to get into deep detail about her with Dean. What if I slip something about my secret. It's too risky. I quickly change the subject making a note to ask Sam. "So, what other secrets are hiding out around here?" I adjust my eyes across the room left, right, then back to him.
"What do you mean?" He asks finishing his glass and pouring another. He holds it up to ask if I want more And I decline, not yet finished with what's in my glass.
I want to know about Sam, and what he meant about being different, but I don't want to be obvious about it. "Oh I don't know, I only know so much about you Winchesters" I try and make something up.
"I always wondered about you myself.." His eyebrows raise up
"What do you mean?" I question with a knot in my stomach, does he know?
"Well" he takes a quick sip "most hunters we've met know one another.. When we came across you, you weren't on anybody's radar" he explains
I nod my head remembering that first time "ya well, I work better alone. I never needed someone to tie me up emotionally or anything" I say finally finishing what's left in my glass. Dean offers more but I decline again.
"What got you into hunting in the first place?" He asks me next.
I shrug letting my index finger trace around the rim of the empty glass "family" is all I can think to say before looking back to Dean and repeating the same question.
He smirks but it fades quickly "same" is the only word he lets out of his mouth. We sit there, not telling one another our stories, feeling the same type of pain.
While we sit there, I think back to something Sam said in the car when they were driving me here. "Hey, what did you mean when you said Sam has a thing for monsters?"
He chuckles a bit this time when his eyes meet mine "Sammy always seem to be hooking up with them, I don't know what it is with him.."
"So he'd hook up with me, why?" I ask another question. Maybe he does know about me and isn't saying anything. I tilt my head with a fake smile, wanting to make sure I don't give any concern away from my face.
"uh because you hooked up with a vampire.. Maybe you two can have better luck together" he laughs at himself while getting out of his chair and leaving the room.
"You're an ass!" I holler after him, he throws the middle finger up into the air without turning. I laugh at him and pour myself one more sip of whiskey. So I guess he doesn't know about me, or that me and his brother have already hooked up. I finish the sip quickly and make my way back to the room I slept in. While walking down the hallway to the room, I hear a familiar type of grunt come from a room with a cracked door. This must be Sam's room. I knock on it lightly two times and it creaks open a bit more. Sam's eyes lift up to mine and he continues doing push ups. I lean against the door frame and wait for him to finish up. Our eyes don't avert from one another as he pushes up and down continuing to grunt through it. I don't know what he is feeling, but I start to feel horny as his biceps flex with every push and his mouth twitches with every grunt. Another minute or two passes as our eyes stay focused on one another. Eventually I can't take it anymore and leave the room. I walk quickly into the room I've been staying in and shut the door behind me. Only it doesn't stay closed, Sam quickly follows behind me and when I turn around his hand is around my neck and chin and his lips are against mine. We fumble backwards against the wall and he presses his sweaty body into mine. My hands find his chest and I turn my fingers across his abs. His lips move from my lips to my neck and he picks me up so my feet are off the ground. I wrap them around him as his tongue caresses the skin of my collarbone. Sam's hands find my breasts and begin to fondle them underneath my shirt. I moan out in pleasure at his touch. He takes this as a sign to continue and begins to pull off my shirt. He does so successfully and puts me down off the wall to pull off my pants. I do so quickly as his lips find mine again. As soon as they hit the floor he picks me back up and swings me over to the desk. He pushes me back forcefully and my head hits the corner.
"Ow" I cry out between a kiss, only he doesn't realize. I throw my hand back to touch the bump and feel something warm. I open my eyes to see my hand covered in blood. "Sam!" I try and push him off of me but he's too focused and doesn't hear me. "Sam! Stop!" I shout out feeling the rush go to my head. Sam is instantly pushed back away from me and falls back onto the bed.
He looks at me bewildered but his face changes quickly when he see's my hand covered with blood. He rushes over to where I am, still perched on the desk and touches my head lightly. He guides it forward so he can get a look at it before removing his hands and looking at me "you need stitches" he says before turning around and grabbing my top off the floor. He pushes it against the wound "hold this" he says and I reach behind me and hold it to my head. He leaves the room but quickly returns. He guides me over to the bed while I keep my hand pressed against the cotton that is starting to get sticky with the amount of blood it's consuming. He hands me the whiskey bottle his brother and I were drinking from earlier and I take a big swig, feeling the familiar burning when it runs down my throat. Although I don't look down at what Sam is doing, I know he is getting ready to stitch my wound, like he did that first time we met. His eyes meet mine and tilts just slightly. I remove my hand and take another big swig of whiskey. He pours something cold over the cut and it stings, my toes curl underneath me as I hold the release of pain from escaping from my lips. Sam works on my head and I keep my eyes trained in front me, staring at the blood stained desk in front of me. After a few moments Sam cuts the stitch and puts everything back into the safety kit he retrieved. He pulls the chair from the desk over to the bed and sits down in front of me. My eyes glaze over to him and I take another sip from the bottle, realizing I've probably drank half the bottle by then. I lift it up but Sam declines and I place the bottle on the ground.
"that was different" I say to him with a hint of a smirk, the sweat from earlier dried from his skin and I can smell the salt from his body clearly.
His head is cocked to the side "sorry about that" he says solemnly.
I wave it off "ain't like it's something new" I remind him off that first time.
"Jackie" he sighs out clearly catching on to my reference. "of course I didn't mean it then, or now!" he defends himself.
I truly don't blame him but find it too satisfying to let my game die so quickly, so I egg him on some more "sure you didn't, you thought I was a monster then, and you think I'm a monster now" I tease him acting offended.
"That's not true!" His voice gets low and more defensive, his chest puffing out. "You are not a monster!" he adds on
"okay, okay, calm down" I gesture with my hands out in front of me "I'm just messing around.. it's all okay, it was an accident." I quit the game not wanting him to get more angry and drop my hands back onto my lap before smiling at him.
He shakes his head "it's not funny" his face is serious. His tone makes my heart drop and my smile disappear "I thought I really hurt you"
"alright, I'm sorry" is all I can think to say. It takes him a moment before he nods accepting my apology.
"Lets clean this mess up" he looks around at the random blood spots in the room. He goes to stand up
"wait" I say to him, he stops frozen half way between standing and sitting and waits for me to say more "we need to talk" I say and he takes his position back on the chair. "I need to know what you meant yesterday, about being different?"
"I really don't want to talk about it right now Jackie, a lot just happened." his eyes furrowed with emotion.
"Ya, tell me about it" I spit back quickly "I somehow just forced you off of me and I have no idea how I did it" I spill my insecurity to him.
"fine" he sighs reluctantly, he stands up and closes the door before grabbing my pants, I quickly put them back on. I don't want to move to get a shirt, so I sit there in my bra, trying not to think about it. Sam finally takes a seat next to me on the bed. "well Dean and I got into hunting because a demon killed our mother and my father was hunting it. There's a lot to this story that I can't even get into but the demon that killed her actually fed me demon blood when I was a baby" he pauses, his eyes have been looking down at his lap while he speaks. I don't say anything because I know there is nothing to say. He takes a deep breath and continues "No one knew that he did that so nothing ever came of it. Until I was 22 and started having these precognitive dreams"
"like premonitions?" I interrupt him. He nods then continues talking
"Anyway, after some time, Dean and I learned that was the demon blood inside of me. It gave me a certain power. So when Dean went to hell, things got pretty bad and I learned how to harvest that power."
I interrupt again "Dean went to hell?" My eyes wide.
"You really did stay off the radar." Sam explains at my unknowings. He continues "I started to drink demon blood, and actually got addicted to it, it gave me enough strength to kill the demon that killed Dean, which in turn was the last seal that let Lucifer out of the cage and started the Apocalypse." He finishes telling me the story, lifting his eyes to meet mine again.
My lips are pursed together and I nod once, I let out the breath I've been holding in one long release before saying anything "so that how it all got started." He nods and says nothing more. "Well, I guess you do know a thing or two about being different" I agree with him in that sense.
"You have questions, don't you?" he asks me and I nod up and down in return. "You can ask" he says. I open my mouth to ask a question but close it a second later, this happens another time before I realize I don't really know what I want to ask. I end up just staring at him lost. "well if you think of anything to ask, you know where I am.." he stands up slowly, picking up my blood stained shirt along with the safety kit and leaving the room, door closes behind him. I grab another shirt and throw it over my head, forgetting about the cut closed with stitches. As I hit it with my arm it throbs in pain and reality touches back down. Although Sam may have been different then, I'm the one whose the witch. I'm the one who unknowingly hurt someone and needs to make it right.
