My phone rings early in the morning and I grumble through my tiredness to answer it "hello?" My voice is barely above a whisper, but I can see Sam move on the ground where he's sleeping. "Luke? What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up.
Sam also sits up, and I turn the light on besides me while I listen to him explain "I'm in the hospital. I'm not sure exactly what's wrong but I thought I should give you a call, let you know for some reason."
"What? Why, what's going on?" I still push for answers, my heart racing.
He clarifies for me again as if I didn't hear him "I'm not sure. I got unbearably dizzy and nausea's and when I tried to call 911 they said I was unintelligible. They took scans but I have to wait for the results."
"Wow. Oh, I'm so sorry. Can I do anything for you? Do you want me to come see you?" I ask him, not sure that's even something he would want.
Dean and Sam both give me two different looks and I shrug. Sure we just met, but he's the only blood family I have left. Luke replies "no, no. I just felt like you should know. I'll give you a call when I find out more."
"Are you sure?" I ask again, wanting to do something for him.
"Yea" he insists "I'm sure."
I nod "alright, call me as soon as you know anything." I say again and he assures me he will "alright, bye."
"What's going on?" Sam questions, moving off the floor and to the corner of the bed.
Dean mutters, moving to lay back down "you couldn't take the call outside?"
I scowl in his direction but answer Sam "Luke's in the hospital. They aren't sure what's wrong but he was dizzy and nauseas and incoherent, I guess. They took some scans."
"I'm so sorry Jaclyn, do you want me to drive you to see him?" Sam offers.
I shake my bed head "no, he told me he'd call once he knows more."
"Incoherent, Huh?" Dean turns in the bed so we can see his face "didn't you say earlier that his mom was sick? Said some crazy things before she died?"
Sam corrects him "but they weren't crazy. Everything she said was true but people just thought she was crazy."
"True" he mutters "I'm sure he'll be fine." Dean tries to make me feel better in his own Dean way, quickly making sure he's not showing too much emotion by growling "now can we go back to sleep?"
"Sorry" Sam mouths to me with sad eyes.
I give him an encouraging smirk and nod and mouth back "thank you" He rubs my leg for just a second over the blanket before moving back to the floor to go back to sleep. I turn the light off and lay my head onto the pillow, wondering what is going on with my cousin.
When I wake up the brothers are already gone and I'm left to fend for myself for breakfast. I make a crappy cup of motel coffee and pull out my laptop, still wanting to find more information on Luke and my family. The only thing I could find was his mothers obituary. Just as I'm about to X out of the webpage, I see the photo they have up of her, the paper stating it was the last one taken before her death. In the background of this photo is a familiar petite redhead, smirking slightly from the side. My mouth drops as I zoom in, wanting to make sure it's Rowena I see on my screen. I scramble to my phone on the charger and call Sam "Sam!" I scream as he answers "Rowena killed Margret! I have proof that she saw her before she died. This is all connected to m parents death, it has to be."
"Jaclyn, stop." Sam interrupts me from going on.
I continue ranting "she said it was the coven but I don't think it was. I think somehow she did it, she ki--"
"Jaclyn, please." Sam pushes.
Just the way he says my name that time, I can tell something was wrong. I ask with hesitation "what is it?"
"It's Luke, he's gone." He explains.
"Gone?" I ask, thinking he just checked out of the hospital "well, that's good. It means nothing serious was wrong with him."
"Gone as in he's dead. I'm so sorry" He explains further, my heart stopping.
Of course the only family member I had left is dead, that's the cruel world that I live in. I can't have a real family, I say to myself, taking a deep breath. Sam lets me stay silent and process my cousins death. I continue to think to myself about how fucked up this is, how lucky I was to find someone related to me only to have them taken from me. One tear starts to fall but I quickly wipe it away and finally mutter back to him "it was her."
"Yeah, we think so. We're heading to the morgue right now." He returns.
"Why didn't you take me with you? I want in on this." I push
He says "Dean doesn't even know where I went. I'm surprised he's not complaining in the background about me taking the Impala. I was just going to come to the hospital and talk to him, see if he needed anything but when I got here they told me they lost him."
"What happened?" I ask, hoping and praying deep down it wasn't somehow because of me.
He stutters "they-- they are-- they aren't too sure. His brain deteriorated in a matter of hours. They've never seen anything like it."
"Rowena" I mutter back.
He replies "could be, but I didn't find a hex bag in his room. I don't know how she would've done this without being here to do it. No one saw a redheaded women at all there."
"Doesn't matter. It was her." I spit, the bile in my stomach strengthen "we need to stop her."
He replies "and we will. I'm almost to the morgue. I'll call you when I'm done."
"Yeah, thanks." I mutter, ready to hang up.
He says before I do "I'm sorry Jaclyn, I really am."
"Yeah, me too" I get out just as I hang up, throwing my phone onto the table and pushing the laptop away from me.
