A/n: Throwback. Lol. Just so you guys can see a little bit of Jamie without her crazy powers before I finish Season 5 and move into Season 6 and 7.
A ragged, hairy creature leaps up and shoves Dean backwards. Dean loses his weapons and flashlight as he falls. He glances around, scrambles across puddles of water to grab the taser and releases it toward the creature as it moves toward him, electrocuting him. Electricity moves from the creature through the water lying on the ground to Dean. They both shake and twitch, the creature falls, Dean loses consciousness.
"DEAN!" Jamie sits straight up in bed, crying and gasping for breath. She looks around the darkened apartment and puts her face in her hands, sobbing. After a few minutes she catches her breath and wipes her eyes, reaching over for her cellphone. She dials Dean's number and waits out the rings.
"Hello?"
"Dean?"
"Jamie?"
"Dean where are you?" She sniffs and wipes her eyes.
"Uh…we're just outside of Dayton, we're hunting a rawhead. Been snatching kids. Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Uh. Nothing. You know, I'm an hour out, you got an address?" She scrambles for a pen and writes down the number for the abandoned house. "I'll meet you there." She hangs up and scrambles for a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. She buckles her belt and ties her hair back, reaching under her pillow for her handgun, which she stuffs in its holster. Grabbing her keys she heads down to her truck.
It's starting to rain as she pulls up to the abandoned house. The Impala is parked outside. She kills the engine and gets out just as Sam rushes out with two little kids. "Sam!" She yells, jumping down and going to him.
"Jamie! Hey." He greets her. "Hey, stay here, it will be okay." He says, turning to the kids.
"Where is Dean?" Jamie asks, pulling out her gun.
"He's frying up the rawhead."
"What?" Jamie races toward the house with Sam on her heels. They rush down the stairs and sees Dean in the corner, unmoving.
"Dean!" Sam yells. He runs over and half lifts him, holding his face. "Dean, hey. Hey."
"Is he breathing?" Jamie asks, dropping down beside him. Sam looks at her. Both of them look alarmed. She swallows thickly. "I'll call an ambulance. We gotta get those kids out." She gets up. "Sam…don't let him die." She says, turning back to look at him.
The next morning at the hospital, Sam stands at the desk with a receptionist. "Sir, I'm so sorry to ask. There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file."
"Right. Uh, ok." He glances over at Jamie whose standing a few feet away. Jamie shrugs. Sam feels the pockets of his jacket and then takes out his wallet. He removes a credit card from his wallet and hands it to the receptionist.
She glances down at the card. "Okay, Mr. Burkovitz."
Sam sees two cops waiting and walks over. Jamie follows him. "Look, we can finish this up later." One of the cops tells him.
Sam shakes his head. "No, no, it's okay. We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming when we drove past the house, and we stopped. Ran in."
One of the cops is writing this down. "And you found the kids in the basement?"
"Yeah."
"Well, thank God you did."
Jamie sees a doctor walking towards them. "Sam." She puts her hand on her brother's shoulder and nods in that direction. Sam looks over.
'Excuse me." He says to the cops.
"Sure. Thanks for your help."
Sam slips his hand into Jamie's and they walk towards the doctor. "Hey, Doc. Is he..."
"He's resting."
"And?" Sam asks, glancing from Jamie to the doctor.
The doctor frowns. "The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart...it's damaged."
Jamie gasps. Sam squeezes her hand. "How damaged?"
"We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month."
"No." Jamie starts crying, Sam looks down at her, pressing her against him in a half hug.
"No, no. There's, there's...gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment."
"We can't work miracles. I really am sorry."
Sam gestures to Jamie and they walk away, both looking extremely upset. "Sam." Jamie whispers.
"Shh. Don't you even think it. We're going to find something." They walk into Dean's hospital room. Dean is watching TV. He is pale and has dark circles under his eyes. He keeps his eyes on the TV.
"Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible." His voice is very weak and the twins notice.
Sam shakes his head and sighs. "I talked to your doctor."
Dean continues as though he didn't hear him. "That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down."
"Dean." Jamie says, her voice breaking a little.
Dean looks up. He clicks the TV off and looks resigned. "Yeah. All right, well, looks like you two are gonna leave town without me."
Sam looks shocked. "What are you talking about? We're not gonna leave you here."
Dean looks at Sam, seriously. "Hey, you better take care of that car. Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass."
"Dean." Jamie says.
"And you gotta make sure that he and Dad don't kill each other." Dean tells her.
"I don't think that's funny." Sam says.
"Oh, come on, it's a little funny." There is a long silence, Sam looks down, fighting tears. Jamie is already crying again. Dean sighs. "Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."
Jamie wipes her eyes roughly. "Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options."
"What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it."
Sam shakes his head. "Watch me."
Sam and Jamie are in their motel room. One of the beds covered in pages of research about heart care. Sam's laptop is open beside it. Jamie is sitting cross legged on the other bed, reading. She looks up when she hears a phone ring. Sam is trying to call their father, but it goes straight to voicemail.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235. He can help."
Jamie looks over at Sam, whose fighting tears. "Hey, Dad. It's Sam. Uh...you probably won't even get this, but, uh...it's Dean. He's sick, and uh...the doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um...but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause I'm uh...gonna do whatever it takes to get him better. Alright...just wanted you to know." He hangs up, tosses his phone on the bed and just sits there silently. Jamie gets up and wraps her arms around him. He hugs her back. There is a knock on the door and they looks up quickly. Sam has tears in his eyes. He opens it to find Dean leaning against the jam, looking terrible. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks, confused, surprised, and happy all at once.
"Dean?" Jamie asks, getting up and going over to them.
"I checked myself out." He tells them.
"What, are you crazy?" Sam asks. Jamie crosses her arms.
Dean enters the room, leaning on everything within reach. Jamie rushes over and helps him. "Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." He shrugs. Sam huffs a laugh and shuts the door.
"You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it."
"Yeah, whatever, dude. Have you two even slept? You look worse than me."
Jamie and Sam help him into a chair. "We've been scouring the Internet for the last three days."
"And calling every contact in Dad's journal." Jamie adds.
"For what?"
"For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."
Jamie rolls her eyes outside of Sam and Dean's line of sight.
"You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" Dean asks.
"We're not gonna let you die, period." Jamie shoots back.
Sam nods. "We're going."
The Impala bumps along a rutted gravel road toward a large white circus tent set up in a field. It's pouring rain outside. People make their way toward the tent across the very muddy ground, many on walking frames or helped by others. Sam and Jamie get out and run around to help Dean. Dean opens his door and looks around. A sign next to the tent reads The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness The Miracle.Grimacing, Dean starts to pull himself out of the car. Sam tries to help.
"I got ya." Sam says quietly.
"I got it." He says angrily. He pushes Sam away. "Man, you are a lying bastard. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor."
Jamie snickers just a little. "I told you he'd have this reaction." She says to her twin.
Sam rolls his eyes. "I believe I said a specialist. Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal."
"I don't like it either. Personally, I would have preferred a priest." Jamie grabs unto Dean's arm.
Dean groans. "I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent."
An elderly woman with an umbrella passes by. "Reverend LeGrange is a great man."
"Yeah, that's nice." Dean shoots back. Jamie snickers. Sam continues to roll his eyes.
They walk past an angry man remonstrating with a cop. "I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he's milking all these people out of their hard-earned money."
"You got that right." Jamie mutters as they walk by. The man hears her and they share a nods.
"Sir, this is a place of worship. Let's go. Move it." The sheriff tells the man. They walk away.
"I take it he's not part of the flock." Dean comments.
"Well neither are we." Jamie says with a smirk.
"Well when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy." Sam sighs.
Dean looks at his brother. "I mean, come on, Sam, a faith healer?"
"I like said, we should have found a priest. At least they aren't usually nutjobs."
Sam groans in frustration. "Maybe it's time to have a little faith, guys."
"You know what I've got faith in? Reality. Knowing what's really going on."
"How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?"
"Exactly. We see them, we know there real."
"But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too?"
"Because I've seen what evil does to good people."
"Are you two done?" They reach the entrance to the tent. A young blonde woman overhears their conversation.
"Maybe God works in mysterious ways."
Dean sees her and his eyes widen. She's beautiful. He checks her out and smiles. "Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Dean holds out his hand. "I'm Dean." He gestures to his sister. "This is Jamie." He gestures to his other side where Sam is standing. "This is Sam."
The young woman takes Dean's hand. "Layla. So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here?"
"Well, apparently my brother and sister here believe enough for the three of us."
An older woman approaches and puts her arm around Layla. "Come on, Layla. It's about to start." The women smile at the Winchesters and move inside the tent.
Dean stares after them. "Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways."
"Leave it to a woman to make you feel better." Jamie says as she enters the tent with her brothers. The sign at the entrance reads Welcome All Faiths. True Believers Revival.
The tent is full of people finding seats, a small stage at the front has a lecturn with candles on it.
Dean looks around, tilts his head to the corner. "Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over." Sam and Jamie follow his gaze to a security camera. Dean and Jamie start to take a seat at the back but Sam puts an arm around Dean and gestures to Jamie. They move him toward the front.
"Come on."
Dean jerks in Sam's grip. "Don't! What are you doing? Let's sit here."
"We're sitting up front."
"What? Why?"
"Because Sam's a moron."
"Thanks Jamie." They continue to move Dean up the aisle. "Come on."
Dean growls. "Oh, come on, guys."
"You alright?" Jamie asks.
"This is ridiculous." He slaps Sam's hands away and shrugs off Jamie. "I'm good, dude, get off me."
Sam lets go and points to three empty seats behind Layla and her mother. "Perfect."
"Yeah, perfect." Dean says sarcastically.
"This better work, Sam." Jamie says as she moves in first.
Sam moves in after her. "You take the aisle." He trys to help Dean sit, Dean raises a hand irritably. On stage a blind man wearing sunglasses, Roy LeGrange, is helped to the lecturn by a woman.
"Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?" The crowd agrees with him. "Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act."
Jamie groans and puts her face in her hand. As he speaks Sam sees a table onstage, filled with religious items. He notices an old wooden cross that is topped by a smaller cross in a circle. He nudges Jamie. Jamie looks up. "That's a Coptic cross. But not a…it's an ancient one."
"But, I say to you, God is watching."
"Yes he is."
"God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt."
The crowd is nodding, cheering and murmuring. Jamie and Dean look at each other and scoff.
"It is the Lord who does the healing here friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts."
Crowd continues murmuring. "Yeah, and into their wallets." Dean says quietly to his brother and sister.
"You think so, young man?" The crowd immediately falls silent.
Dean looks up. "Sorry."
"No, no. Don't be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears." The crowd laughs. Jamie frowns. "What's your name, son?"
Dean clears his throat and hestitates. "Dean."
"Dean." Roy nods to himself. "I want-I want you to come up here with me." The crowd claps. Jamie and Sam look at each other. Layla and her mother don't move. Roy's wife moves to centre stage, smiling at Dean.
Dean shakes his head. "No, it's ok."
"What are you doing?!" Sam hisses. Jamie elbows him, giving her a twin a look.
"You've come here to be healed, haven't cha?"
Dean hesitates again. "Well, yeah, but ahh..."The crowd claps and makes encouraging noises. "... maybe you should just pick someone else." Sam looks at Dean like he's insane. Jamie glares at Sam. Dean looks at Jamie. The crowd claps loudly.
"Oh, no. I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did."
The crowd is getting more excited. "That's right! Yeah! Come on!"
"Get up there!" Sam says excitedly.
Jamie rolls her eyes and shoves Sam. She takes off her rosary beads and passes them to Dean. Dean takes them. "Just do it, okay?"
Dean reluctantly rises and moves toward the stage. Roy's wife moves to assist and stands him next to Roy. "You ready?"
Dean looks at him. "Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer."
Roy smiles. "You will be, son. You will be."
"Pray with me, friends." The crowd lifts their arms up and joins hands with each other. Jamie gives Sam a dark look. He shrugs and takes her hand. Roy lifts his hands to the air, then places one first on Dean's shoulder, then on the side of his head. "Alright now. Alright now." Dean's eyes glaze over. His knees weaken and he sinks to his knees, Roy's hand still on his head. "Alright, now." Dean wobbles, his eyes fall back in his head and he slips to the stage floor.
"Dean!" Jamie stands up.
Sam jumps from his chair and runs to the stage with his sister. "Dean!" The crowd is clapping excitedly.
"Dean?" Jamie falls to her knees and cradles Dean's head. Sam grabs the front of Dean's hoodie. Dean's eyes burst open and he gasps.
"Say Something!" Sam demands.
Dean blinks groggily and looks up. Roy is standing above him, hands out from his sides, palms up, looking happy. beside and slightly behind Roy a tall man in a black suit with white hair, very white skin and extremely wrinkled skin comes into focus. He stares at Dean then turns away and vanishes. Dean watches him, shocked.
Dean, Sam, and Jamie are in a doctor's office. Dean is sitting on the exam table and Sam and Jamie are on either side of him. "So, you really feel okay?" Sam asks.
Dean looks unhappy. "I feel fine, Sam."
"Then what's wrong?" Jamie asks.
Before Dean can answer the doctor enters reading paperwork. "Well, according to all your tests there's nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen."
Dean looks at her. "What do you mean, strange?"
The doctor looks up from Dean's chart. "Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack."
"Thanks, Doc." Dean tells her with a forced smile.
"No problem." She says as she leaves.
"That's odd." Dean says as he gets up.
Sam shrugs. "Maybe it's a coincidence. People's hearts give out all the time, man."
Jamie shakes her head. "No, they don't." Her cellphone starts ringing. She takes it out and moves a few steps away. "Hello?"
Sam sighs. "Look, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life, Dean, and move on?"
Dean looks at Sam. "Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why."
"Hello?" Jamie asks again, greeted with silence.
"What feeling?"
"When I was healed, I just...I felt wrong. I felt cold. And for a second...I saw someone. This, uh, this old man. And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit."
Jamie hangs up and walks back over to them. "A spirit?"
Sam glances at his sister and then back to Dean. "But if there was something there, Dean, I think Jamie or I would've seen it, too. I mean, We've both been seeing an awful lot of things lately."
Jamie sighs glancing at Sam and then at Dean.
"Well, excuse me, psychic wonder. But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one. Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this."
"I agree with Dean. Something wasn't right there." She puts her hands on her hips. Suddenly her cellphone rings again.
"What the hell?" Dean asks.
"I don't know." She flips her phone open, turning away.
Sam sighs, he looks at Jamie and then at Dean. "Yeah, alright. So, what do you wanna do?"
"I want you to go check out the heart attack guy. Jamie and I will visit the reverend."
Jamie turns around. She's suddenly very pale. "I…I can't go with you."
"What?" Dean asks. He walks over to her. "What is it?"
"Um…that was another hunter. Apparently things are really hairy and uh, well they don't call me Jace Winchester the vampire slayer for nothing."
"Vampires?" Dean and Sam ask at the same time.
"Yeah. Um…so I gotta run." She gestures to the door.
"Well wait, can we help?" Dean asks.
"No. No, you guys should check this out. I've got 3 other hunters on this case already."
"Okay, well, call us if you need anything." Sam tells her.
"I will, I will." She hugs them. "I'll see you guys around." She turns to go out the door. "Oh, Sam." She turns back around and tosses something to him. "Bye guys."
"Bye." Dean looks at Sam but Sam is staring down at the deck of cards Jamie gave him. They're tarot cards and on the top card is the same cross they saw in the tent.