"Hi mam, we're with the FBI. May we ask you a few questions?" Sam says once a woman answers the door with his sweet smile. She eyes all 3 of us but nods before opening the door slowly. "Did you know your neighbors very well?" He asks once we step inside.
She shakes her head no, pouring herself a cup of tea "I just moved in a few weeks ago. I haven't really gotten a chance to meet anybody" she says with a shake in her voice. Dean and I look at each other catching on.
Sam continues to talk with her "I see. And where did you move from?" He asks. Dean and I know to to take this opportunity to exit the room quietly and take a look around. I walk to the bedroom first, familiar with the floor plan from the crime scene. When everything seems normal I move to the bathroom. I step inside and I remember the incident from the the day before with that strange man looking for Sam and Dean. I try to wrack my brain to remember his name but it's not coming to me.
"Jackie!" Dean calls out to me in a low whisper and I turn in his direction "let's go" he mouths with a head nod towards the kitchen were we left Sam and the woman.
We enter back into the kitchen and Sam knows it's time to wrap it up. As we go to leave her apartment Sam tells her "if anything seems strange to you, or seems off.. Please give me a call" he hands her one of his fake FBI badges. Her hand lingers over his for a moment too long and I feel jealousy course through me.
I huff away from them, heading back outside past the other crime scene and to the car. I ride back to the motel with the boys in the back as they try and figure out where the worm went. That women is in town all alone and not married, if murder/suicide was what it was going for this would be a stretch. We get to the motel and Dean wants to grab a beer at the run down bar across the street. I ignore his invitation and go straight to my room, wanting to be away from both of them.
"Go on a head. I'll catch up to you!" I hear Sam tell his brother.
I slam my door shut once inside, letting him know I don't want to talk to him. I go straight to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I undress quickly and get in, letting the hot water run over me. As I stand there the curtain to the shower swings open and Sam is staring at me. I can't place what emotion he's trying to send off but I don't care, as the rage that I've been harboring comes to the surface. "Excuse you!" I yell, trying to pull the curtain back again. I don't care that I'm standing there naked in front of him, I care about the nerve he has to waltz in here like that. He opens it again and turns the shower off while handing me a towel "what's your problem!?" I snarl at him wrapping it around me.
He turns to leave the bathroom and I follow him out "what's yours?" He asks back raising an eyebrow when he turns to face me.
"I don't have a problem Mr. Flirt" I roll my eyes at him.
"Oh, come on Jaclyn. That's what this is all about? Really?" He pushes my buttons further.
Just the way he's coming off with his tone is pissing me off "does it have to be about something else?" I further my own agenda "you come around, flirt your way through life and expect me to just sit and wait for you.." my body feels out of control, like what I'm saying isn't making sense but it comes out anyway, filling the hate I have inside "I'm just as good a hunter as you are Sam.. maybe even better" I smirk, the knowledge of my powers stinging the back of my brain.
"Where is this coming from?" He asks me, searching for answers.
"pfft" I spit back "from all the times you treated me like a child, you don't need to babysit me Sam.." I quip "I'm a big girl" I add on.
He comes closer to me "when have I ever babysat you Jaclyn?" His voice is calm, making me more angry. Can't he just get angry back with me, can't he just yell sometimes? I wonder. "It's only because I like you, I care about you that I don't want you to get hurt." He tells me.
"Whatever" I roll my eyes "if you liked me you'd be fine with telling Dean" I spit annoyed.
He lips form a smile, his eyes bulging a bit before he speaks "you're the one who doesn't want to say anything Jaclyn, I'm fine with Dean knowing about you and about me" he says.
Rage courses even deeper into my body and I step over towards my bag "What?! Seriously?" I spit "You said, and I quote "Let's not tell Dean about you?"
"I meant about being a witch Jaclyn, and you know that. If you want Dean to know, find, let's go tell him right now.." he walks towards the motel door.
"Stop" I point my gun at him, cocking it back.
His eyes form into slits as he stares back at me "what are you doing?" he asks.
"You think I honestly care about that, come on Sam.. you should know me better than that." My body straightens as I say that, although I don't feel in control of it, like I'm being pressured to say these things. "Please.." I laugh lowly "I want nothing more than to kill you both and strengthen my powers." I step closer to him with the gun aimed at his chest.
"Jaclyn.. this isn't you.." Sam says back eyeing the gun nervously.
"Of course it is, it's me without inhibitions, without worrying or having regrets" I smile back.
"Let her go" Sam spits through gritted teeth. It's when he says that, that I realize I'm really not in control of myself. There's something inside of me making these decisions, these choices, saying these words that I can't fight against.
My body laughs as what control I think I did have fades further away from grasp "It was a lucky find getting a hold of this one here.. she's got something brewing inside of her alright" my voice says. Just then the door to the motel swings open and my hands fly over to it with the gun. The sound goes off but the bullet misses Dean as Sam tackles me to the ground, seizing the opportunity to take my down.
