My eyes open but they are still heavy with exhaustion. I blink a few times, trying to get them used to the light in whatever room I'm in. "Hello?" I ask groggily, trying to get attention from anyone.
"Hey there. Welcome back!" Sam's voice comes to my ears first. Right after I hear him, I see him as he approaches the bed I'm in. I look down at my arm and see wires come out of my hand. An oxygen tube through my nose "you scared me quiet a bit." He smiles letting his fingers rest next to mine.
"Scared me too" I return with a scratchy voice "Am I okay?" I ask him, worried about any damage I might have.
"You will be." He encourages me.
"How long have I been here?" I look over to the machine I'm being monitored on.
Sam informs me "about a week." He rubs at his scruffy face. I didn't realize it before but it looks like he's got about a weeks worth of growth on it. "But it's okay, they did it on purpose. To monitor your heart. They just took you off medicine a few hours ago to wake you up, you're healing well."
"Well I feel like shit," I return back "where's Dean?" I ask.
He raises his eyebrows "sent him home after two days here. Was gettin' on my nerves about everything." He rolls his eyes.
"That's not going to be a fun talk." I comment.
Sam shrugs "he'll get over it. We've all done some stupid things before."
"But this isn't something stupid, it's who I am" I remind him.
He sits down on the foot of the hospital bed "but it doesn't define you" his hand touches my shin over the blanket.
I smile thankfully for him trying to be encouraging "so,when do you think I can get out of here?" I ask.
"Let's find out." He stands back up to leave. When he returns there is a doctor right behind him.
"Well, you've woken up sooner than I anticipated. How are you feeling?" He looks over a chart and then at me.
"Like crap." I inform him.
The doctor chuckles "as expected. Now that you are awake, we will keep you for observation for another 24 hours. After that, you should be good to home Mrs. Flinstien." He refers back to his chart for my name before exiting the room.
"Mrs. Flinstien?" I question Sam.
He laughs a bit "only one we could find close to your age with insurance."
I snort a laugh myself "cause fraud is a step up than being a witch" and I shake my head.
Sam sits back down on the edge of the bed "can we talk about some of the things you said?" He asks me.
I try and sink down into the bed further but I know exactly what he is referring too. "I guess now is going to be a good a time as any."
He starts "so, now that Dean knows you're a witch, you want to tell him bout us too?" He asks.
"What even are we?" I ask him in return. We've hooked up a couple times but never been exclusive. I don't even know if either of us would know how to do that. Or at least I don't think I would.
He bites his lower lip thinking hard about his answer. He finally responds after a few more seconds of silence "I think, well I think we like each other, and I think we should just see where it goes without hiding it."
"So we tell Dean?" I question.
"We don't tell him, but we don't hide it. He can figure it out on his own." He smiles his perfect smile and I smile mine back to him.
"Deal" I say back and he takes that moment to stand up and come over to me and kiss me on the lips.
I kiss him back and when he pulls away I tease him "now that's not gonna help my heart any."
"what? Kissing or pulling away?" He asks coyly.
I bite my lower lip this time and answer "both?" with a bit of a high pitch to my voice. He laughs with his head back, causing my stomach to turn in a good way and leans back down to kiss me one more time.
The 24 hours goes by rather quickly with Sam there as we talk about music, guns, and dogs. I find out that he used to have a dog, when he was in a relationship years ago. I try not to let my jealousy show, but I know he caught on because he changed the subject. "So, you do know that Dean's gonna have it out with you once we get back to the bunker, right?" Sam says once we get on a bus to Lebanon.
"Yea, better to get it over with I guess." I answer back.
"We've talked a bit while you were out. I think he's gotten over it for the most part. Just mad about the lying."
I shrug "doesn't he lie all the time?" I ask.
"Sure, but don't worry Jaclyn, I'll have your back." He wraps an arm around my shoulder and I lean into him letting myself rest for the ride.
Once at the bunker I follow Sam through the door. As soon as we get down the opening stairwell I see Dean staring at a glass on the table "ready to do this?" he asks without looking up.
"Sure." I say now at the end of the table. "Dean, I didn't want to hurt you, I just couldn't tell you." I start off but he quickly interrupts me from explaining.
"The hell you couldn't of! Instead the two of you keep this thing a secret, doing who knows what behind closed doors with it!"
Sam interrupts him this time "wait a second, what's that suppose to mean?" He asks, feeling hurt by his accusation.
"Sam had nothing to do with who I am or what I've done Dean." I argue.
"Well, what have you done? How many people have you hurt?" He snarls at me.
"Intentionally, none. Maybe besides Rowena. There's a lot to all of this you just don't know. I didn't go seeking her, she came to me. She knew my parents, I had to listen to what she was saying." I try and explain.
"I feel like that is something you, of all people would understand, Dean." Sam adds on.
Dean's body adjusts, getting more rigid "don't try to put this on me!" He yells back "We're hunters Sam, Jaclyn. We don't become what we hunt, that's it."
Sam sighs "what about all the times we did, huh? We came back from it, we fixed our mistakes. Let's let Jaclyn do the same."
Dean shakes his head "you can't just unbecome a witch." He rolls his eyes.
"No, I can't." I add on "but I can take care of Rowena and then leave it all in my past." I step closer to him, ready to end the argument for now, my body tiring itself out just standing and listening "I don't want to be this Dean, but I am. I am going to finish whatever it is that has been started with Rowena and then I'm going to leave it all behind. My parents clearly didn't want me to know about who they were and I want to respect their wishes."
"You think it's that easy?" Dean mumbles to me.
I shake my head "No, I don't. But I don't have much of a choice, do I?" I ask "or are you going to stop me?" I add on lowly.
He looks at me with a sideways glance, his eyes jut slits as he soaks in what I just said to him "only if you make me." He responds back, his tone deep.
"She won't" Sam encourages Dean and with that, I leave them alone to go and rest.
