He covered his infant daughter with the soft purple and pink spotted blanket hanging over the bars of her crib, tucking it neatly around her before leaning over and planting a kiss in her soft auburn hair. He reached up and readjusted the pentagram, the aquarian star, the cross, and the other various religious symbols that hung like a mobile from the ceiling over her. A devil's trap was drawn in chalk just in front of her crib, and he stooped to check the markings before he shut off the light from the pink teddy bear lamp that rested on her dresser. Closing the door to her room he rested his forehead against the cool wood of the frame and quietly prayed. "Dad, Mom, Bobby, watch over my daughter, keep her from harm."
Opening his eyes he crossed the hallway threshold to the blue painted room across the hall. The door was open and he leaned against the frame, crossing his arms firmly over his chest. His three year old son was nestled under his army colored blanket, reclining his head against his mother's chest as she read him The Lorax for the 500th time. His eyelids drooped at the sound of his mother's soothing voice and after a moment, the boy was asleep. His mother kissed him and quietly slid from her place on the bed, tucking him in and then seeing to the same rituals he had just performed for their daughter. He backed out of her way so that she could close the door, stopping as he listened to her echo the request for protection. It had been started by her when their son was born, and they had continued it with their daughter.
They were not typical parents, not just because they were hunters, or because they were Winchesters, legacies of the Men of Letters, or because she was a prophet and he the vessel of Michael, but because they were brother and sister. He had never touched her in that way, never laid a finger on her in any form that was not chaste and merely the touch of an older brother caring for his younger sister, but they were still a couple. She was the biological mother of both children, but he was not their son's biological father, though one look at the boy would cause an outsider to dispute that. It was only in biology, however, that he was not their son's father, and barely that as he was biologically still related to him. Moreso their son is the reincarnation of their younger half brother, taken too young by the forces they have long hunted, and so he is tied as closely to the boy as if he sired him himself, and most days they wouldn't contest that he did to avoid the complicated story of their son's conception. Their daughter is biologically his, but her conception is more complicated than her brother's. Her conception was virginal, the result of extreme reincarnation whereby the soul of the daughter he sired with a demon entered him to escape purgatory, and coming out of him pierced herself into his sister and was conceived. She was a perfect mix of him and her.
He never imagined that he'd have kids with anyone, let alone his sister, but knowing what he knows now it only makes sense. An outsider, another hunter, even a woman who had grown up in the life would never be able to fight the way his sister could. And he would not dare bring anyone else into his life, as dangerous and short as it is. When she conceived their son he wanted her out, and she stubbornly refused. But when their daughter was born she had little choice. She no longer sought out danger; instead she let it come to her, let other hunters come to her for help with their own monsters. She claimed it was temporary, he was sure he knew better. She liked this new role, as mother, as housewife, and hell, as the new Bobby. She was better suited for it then Garth in a practical sense, she had a better grasp of the fieldwork and her knowledge of lore was supplemented further by her psychic abilities. It fit her to play the mentor, something the newest generation of hunters would need.
"I stopped in and saw Krissy and the kids today." She's telling him, but he's barely listening, still lost in his thoughts. "I understand what you meant when you said I'd like her. She's just as stubborn as I was when AJ and I were just starting out." He watched as she changed out of jeans and into sweats. She was wearing one of those nursing tanks that are supposed to make breast feeding easier. It was Sam's idea to buy her a couple, and he had loudly protested against it, figuring their sister would hate them. He lost, but he at least had managed to convince Sam to buy just the black ones. She loved them, go figure, and Sam still lulled it over him. "I think I might even let her babysit one of these days. She seems like she could handle Mark and Emmy." She crawled into bed and settled herself under the covers, pulling her long blonde hair loose and kicking the blankets around. "Are you going to watch me sleep again?" She was staring at him from the bed, her blue eyes following his movements.
He chuckled lightly and walked into the room. Weapons of every shape and form were hung carefully on the wall behind the bed. An old record player was shoved against one wall, and the desk on the opposite side held their father's journal, along with his own, and Jamie's. It was his room, or it had been, until he and Sam insisted that Jamie and the kids were safest at the compound. Originally their daughter's room had been Jamie's, but it was too small to hold a bed and a crib, especially with the devil's trap painted on the floor. Their son's room wasn't any bigger, and Dean finally just insisted that Jamie share his room. They put all awkwardness aside then and there. They stopped caring. He was the father of her children; he had help deliver them, sharing a bed barely measured up. And so Jamie moved into his room and shared his bed, and slowly the room morphed into a combination of them both. Next to the desk was a large old fashion bookcase that held numerous volumes, ever growing, many of them had been Bobby's but some were uniquely hers. The chest beside the record player held various spell paraphernalia, everything from bowls and candles to what he figured was the eye of a newt and the tail of a dog. And their bedspread was black, her favorite color.
He pulled off the solid green shirt was he was wearing over his t-shirt and stripped off his jeans. She watched in feigned amusement as he pulled on a pair of track pants and walked over to their bed. "Like what you see?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled back the comforter and slid into the bed.
"Oh you know it." She said with a laugh, but it disappears quickly. They can both hear coughing across the hall. Their brother heaves and gasps for breath. Jamie turns quickly to look at him, but he's staring at the door. When the coughing fails to stop they're both on their feet, hurrying to Sam's room.
Dean reaches him first, grabbing his brother's shoulders and rubbing his upper back. Jamie appears at his other side her arms wrapping around his torso, hands at his chest. "Sammy." She says softly. "Look at me, look at me." She demands softly. Her psychic powers can only calm him down so much, but it helps to quiet the coughing.
"Sammy?" Dean asks. His brother looks at him and nods before curling back up into bed. Dean tugs the sheet over him and turns out the light. Jamie is already climbing back into their bed. He hesitates for a moment, glancing back towards Sam's room, and then gets back in beside her. "Still the same? You still see Sam dying?" He asks in a hushed whisper.
"The trials will claim Sam's life. But…there's something that's starting to manifest and it's been growing stronger ever since Naomi's focus shifted away from Mark."
"Like a light at the end of the tunnel?"
Jamie scoffed. "Yeah, something like that."
"So Sammy might be okay?"
"Define okay." She stared hard at him and he looked down. She sighed, snuggling against him. He wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers gently through her hair, his chin resting on the top of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut but he lay awake.
When she awoke the next morning, the bed was empty. With a sigh she rolled off the mattress and gestured with her hand for yesterday's jeans. There was a time when she would refuse to use her powers for these trivial tasks, to avoid becoming dependent upon them, but that was a long time ago. When AJ died, Dean went to hell, and Sam left her she found that everyday tasks were the perfect way to strength her powers. It made them feel like they were a physical part of her, no different from her hands, her eyes, her organs. She tried not to let Dean and Sam see just how much she relied on them.
Her phone vibrated from the dresser and she held her hand open. It flew from the table into her palm. "Hey, Jamie." Came Dean's voice on the other end. "Kevin-"
"Finished translating the second trial. Sam has to raise an innocent soul from Hell and send it to Heaven. You called Krissy to come stay with Mark and Emmy." She finished for him.
"Everything but the last part, which I will do now." Dean told her, taking the hint.
She sighed deeply as she hung up the phone, putting her face in her hands for a moment. When she looked up a pen and a piece of paper floated unto her lap.
"Make sure Mark goes down for a nap. And there are bottles for Emmy in the fridge. There should be enough, but if there isn't there is powdered formula in the cabinet above the stove." She rattled off a few more directions and then kissed her daughter, already slumbering in the teenage hunter's arms. "I should be back in a day or two."
Mark clung tightly to his mother's leg, frowning up at the gun buckled into the utility belt around her waist. Jamie bent at the waist to hold her son, clutching him tightly before setting him back towards Krissy. "I'll be back, Mark. I promise." She kissed the amulet around his neck, and then kissed him. "Daddy will be back too." She planted a third kiss in his hair as he let out a whimper. "We'll be okay."
Leaving her kids is hard, but knowing her brother will be tramping through hell is harder. When Dean had left them to defeat Dick Roman and the Leviathan, she could not separate her roles. She had to be mother and hunter, sister and warrior. Dean could not. He had to be the hunter first and a father, a brother, a lover, last of all. Now was her time to separate herself, otherwise she would never be able to do what needed to be done.
"So what did the demon say?" It's night, it's late, it's raining, and she's parked in an alley beside the Impala. She pops the collar on her black leather jacket. Dean and Sam walk up to her, and Dean glances at Sam. Sam locks eyes with their sister, no words are spoken. After a moment she nods, absorbing the information Sam relies to her. She turns and follows them out into the street to where a yellow cab is parked, the taxi driver stands next to his cab, newspaper in hand.
"Ajay." Dean says casually, "Need to talk to you for a sec."
"You know my name." The taxi driver removes his Bluetooth headset, slightly surprised at the sound of his name. He looks over each figure in turn, noting the ripped jeans and heavy jackets. His eyes lock with Jamie's for a moment and he recognizes the subtle, but sharp stare of a psychic.
"And what you do." Sam says confidently. "We want to do business."
He raises an eyebrow. "But you are mortal - flesh and blood."
Jamie hestitates long enough for her brothers to glance at her. "But if we wanted to cross the border into Hell –"
"-Visitor's pass." Dean puts in, and she and Sam both automatically roll their eyes.
Ajay shakes his head. "No one wants to get into Hell."
"But could a coyote like you do it?" Sam insists.
He shrugs. "It's possible. But I have special skills. I have overhead. It will be pricey."
Dean glances at his siblings and then back to the coyote. "How pricey?"
"You three are resourceful. One day, you will owe me a favor."
Sam scoffs. "You say that like you know us."
Jamie raises her chin, her blue eyes never leaving his face. "He does know us. More then I'm comfortable with." She says the second part quietly, but Dean and Sam still hear her.
He smiles. "Of course. You're the Winchesters."
"Sorry. Have we met?" Dean asks.
Another smile. "I am-"
Jamie's eyes flash with stolen knowledge. "The reaper who took Bobby Singer to Hell." She relies. Her brothers stiffen at either side, and she raises her hands to each of their chests. "Bobby in Hell? How? We burned his bones." She tells him. Her eyes are panicy now. Dean and Sam's hearts beat wildly in their chest, though neither wants to believe it.
"Once we did that, it was over." Sam continues.
"End of story." Dean finishes.
"Hmm... Not necessarily."
Jamie's eyes fill with flames of hellfire. She gasps softly, unlocks the telepathic link to her twin. Through the link she passes the vision, and Sam sees through her eyes.
Dean, who does not share the mind link, chuckles humorlessly. "No, no, no, 'cause, see, Bobby was on the good side of things, and good guys go to the penthouse."
The coyote reaper shrugs his shoulders, still calm and collected in the face of three nervous, angry Winchesters. "Usually, mostly. Depends on who you know, what palms get greased. If you're on the King of Hell's no-fly list, no way you cruise the friendly skies."
There is on name on all three of their tongues, and it's shrouded with curses and blasphemy. It's Dean who says it. "Crowley." With barely a look to either sibling he confronts Ajay. "Okay, let's do this. How much for two tickets down and three back?"
"Dean." They both mutter his name at the same time, but for different reasons. She isn't happy at the prospect of being left behind, and he doesn't think either sibling should accompany him.
"What?" Dean asks innocently.
"Come here." Sam gestures to the street and the siblings walk a short distance away. "What the hell are you thinking?" He demands.
"You heard the guy - Bobby's in Hell. We're gonna spring him." He shoots back.
"Uh…not without me." Jamie's eyes are ablaze with anger. Dean relents a little.
"Okay, four tickets then." He says with a shrug.
"Wrong." Sam puts his foot down firmly, looking at both siblings now. "We've gone over this. I have to do the trials solo."
"You need me down there, Sam. I'm a walking road map, I can navigate hell." She insists.
He shakes his head. "You've never been to hell, Jamie. You don't know what it's like."
"You think I'm afraid of hell?" She demands, pushing Dean aside as she stares at Sam. "I suffered through both of your tours." She hisses, clutching her heart. "I felt the torture, I felt your pain. I'm not afraid of it."
Sam sighs. "There are billions of souls suffering down there. The way your powers have expanded, you step foot in there you'll be overcome with the agony and the suffering."
Jamie frowns, looking away, but Dean isn't quite readying to give up. "This is Bobby we're talking about, Sam. Now let's face it - you have not exactly been up to full speed lately, okay? We got one shot at this. We can't miss."
"I'm not gonna miss." He says firmly, opening his jacket to show he's carrying Ruby's knife. "I'll bring him back." The discussion over, he walks back to Ajay. "I'm in, just me."
His siblings share a look and his sister backs away.
"Follow me."
His brother, however, walks forward. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. How does this... Work?"
"Not to fret. He'll be back in exactly 24 hours time. Return for him then." Ajay leads Sam away. Dean looks at his watch. Jamie stares after her brother.
"What do we do now?" Dean asks turning his head and glancing at his sister. Jamie is staring across the street.
"Let's get out of here." Jamie mutters.
"What?"
"Dean, we have to go, now." He looks at her and she stares back at him. After a moment he nods and they hurry back to the Impala.
Awhile later they pull up to Garth's boat. As they go inside Jamie looks around, her eyes darting from one space to another. "Yo, Kev, it's me and Jamie!" Dean calls as he enters. he's carrying a tray of take-out food.
"Kevin?" Jamie asks, turning around.
"Where is he?" Dean asks. Jamie nods to the closet.
"I believe the closet would be safest." Kevin opens the closet door, speaks from the doorway.
"Safe from what?" Dean asks tentatively. Jamie stiffens at his side.
"Crowley. He's in my head, guys. And if he's in my head, he knows where I am! You know, we - we should move out. We'll find another place."
Dean turns and looks expectantly at his sister. Jamie across the distance between her and Kevin. "Just relax." She tells him softly. She stares intently at Kevin, who looks terrified.
"Uh…Dean…"
"Shh." Jamie tells him, raising her hands to either side of his head.
Kevin gets all freaked out and Jamie finally blinks and moves away. "It's not Crowley." She tells her brother. "At least physically him."
Dean nods. "Here that, Kev, you just need to chill out, huh? Have a burger. Come on. Don't lose it on me now, dude." Jamie gives him a small smile and he exits the closet. "There you go. That's it."
Kevin doesn't look enthused. "Just tell me when this all ends, 'cause that's the only thing I want to hear."
Dean sighs, leaning against the table. "No, like I told you before, this isn't going to end. Look, man, other guys, they got it easy, you know? It's all backyard barbecues and... bowling teams, but you, Jamie, and me? We got to carry a little extra weight."
Kevin shakes his head. "I can't take it." He looks away.
Dean moves closer to him. "Yes, you can. Hey, look at me. Now, this whole thing sucks. I know. But you suck it up and you push through because that's what we do. And when you get on board with that, the ride is a lot smoother. French fry?" He holds out the cardboard container.
"I'm gonna - I'm gonna be in my room. Let me know when there's a good day."He takes the tray of take-out, goes back into the closet and shuts the door.
Dean looks at Jamie with a deep frown. "That's my pie." Jamie snickers.
The next morning Dean is at the stove, frying eggs and bacon. Jamie wakes up from the chair she's been sleeping in and looks over at her brother. "Hey."
"Hey." Dean says softly. "Mornin."
"You know, I never figured you for the nesting type." She says with a smirk. Dean shrugs.
"Hey, I got kids now." He says simply.
"Speaking of kids, I'm gonna go call Krissy." She gets up and grabs her phone, going in the other room.
"Hey, Kevin! Come in here and grab some of these eggs. Kev! Come on, man. You can't hide in there forever." Dean calls to the closet. Kevin enters through the main door. "Where the hell you been? What happened to being scared?"
Kevin shrugs. "I am scared. So I made a preemptive move."
Dean looks worried. "So... Made a what now?"
"I can't sit here with the tablet like a... sitting duck and Crowley breathing down my ass. Getting rid of the tablet just takes off some of the pressure."
Dean's jaw drops a little. "Wait. Getting rid of it?"
"Temporarily. I hid it."
"What? Where?"
"If I tell you where, it's not hidden, is it?"
Dean narrows his eyes. "Kevin, tell me where the damn tablet is, or I swear to you –"
"You'll what, Dean? Sick Jamie on me?" He goes back into the closet and shuts the door.
"Kevin!" Dean yells. Jamie walks back into the room, Dean turns to her. "Jamie, Kevin hid the tablet."
"He what now?" Jamie asks, and then sighs, rolling her eyes. "Oh no."
"What?"
"He's…blocking me. Like Sam used to do. I can't read his mind."
Dean narrows his eyes. "So what do we do?"
"We can't do anything. He's probably not even realizing that he's blocking me. It's a protective mechanism. Kevin is strung so tight right now that his prophet powers are starting to kick in. Chuck used to do it to me too."
Dean sighs in disgust. Jamie suddenly rushes to him and grabs unto him, shoving him behind her. "Ja-" He looks up and sees Naomi standing there. He stiffens, Jamie drops into defensive stance.
"Kids. So cute when they're little. Then they turn into teenagers, and the party's over." Naomi smiles kindly. "We haven't been formally introduced. My name is Naomi." She sticks her hand out to shake Dean's hand, but he backs away from her. Jamie stiffens further.
"Oh, I know who you are. You tried to take my son." Dean's voice drips with venom, and he draws Jamie closer.
"A regrettable decision on my part, I apologize." Naomi doesn't stop smiling.
Dean curls his fingers around Jamie's shoulder, keeping her back. " And I know what you did to Cass after he got out of Purgatory." Dean sneers.
"After I rescued him from Purgatory, you mean, at the cost of many angels' lives."
"Bull." Jamie hisses, her blue eyes focused on Naomi's face. She keeps her fist balled, focusing on her energy on her power to create holy fire.
"You screwed with his head and had him spy on us." Dean accuses.
Naomi nods, not phased. "Well, it is true that I have spoken with Castiel many times, trying to reach out to him, trying to help him. Dean, you must have noticed how Purgatory changed him. I mean, he's been unstable in the past, but I was shocked at how damaged he is now."
Dean shakes his head. "Stop, okay? Don't - don't try to spin this. You think I don't know that you told him to try and kill me?"
"Hmm. Yeah, I suppose that is how he would hear it. When I learned of the Angel tablet, I did tell Castiel to get it at any cost. That's my job - to protect heaven. I'm a warrior, just as you are. What would you expect? And now Castiel is in the wind with a hydrogen bomb in his pocket, and I - I'm scared, for all of us." Dean glances at Jamie. She still isn't looking at him. "Oh Jamie, please, you must know-"
"Save it. See, regardless of her powers, I don't trust Angels, which means I don't trust you."
"And yet you haven't warded this place against us. I know. You're hoping Castiel will return to you. I admire your loyalty. I only wish he felt the same way. I know you don't want to believe it, Dean, but we're on the same side - shutting the Gates of Hell, bringing Castiel in from the cold. Take a moment. Think about what I've said. Oh. I know you've been doing business with Ajay. He did mention, didn't he, that his way into Hell is through Purgatory? I knew you'd want to know. You see, we can be of help to each other." She leaves, with the sound of wings flapping away.
Jamie turns pale and then falls to her knees. Dean drops down next to her. They stare at each other.
That night Dean and Jamie come around the corner in the alley, looking for Ajay's car. Jamie spots and it points it out to Dean. Dean stops by the car door, pounds on the window. "Ajay? Hey." He opens the door, but Ajay is dead. Dean's jaw drop and he whirls back around to Jamie. Jamie is breathing hard, she looks at Dean with wide eyes. "Now what?" Dean asks in a harsh whisper.
"I…I don't…Dean…" She presses her lips into a thin line.
Dean stares at her for a moment and then nods. "God…"
"It's…you don't have much of a choice, Dean." She tells him. He nods again, taking out his cellphone. After a moment he dials a number. "Teah. Hey, it's me." Jamie closes her eyes, frowning as she hears Benny's voice. "I know. I know, man. It's been a long time. I mean, I wanted to call. I did. I just, uh... I thought it might be better if I didn't."
"So good to hear your voice, Dean. I mean that."
Dean looks at Jamie as he talks. "How you been?"
"Oh, you know... I get by."
"I guess I let you down, huh?"
"Look, I'm, uh... I'm just happy as hell to hear from you."
Dean frowns. Jamie looks away. "You might change your mind about that."
"Why? What you mean?"
"Benny, I got to ask you a favor. It's a big one."
Jamie is leaning against the Impala. Dean stands beside her looking at Benny. He's just finished explaining his plan. "If you want nothing to do with this, I completely understand."
Benny smiles a little. "Wow. When Dean Winchester asks for a favor, he's not screwing around."
Jamie scoffs a little, looking away. Benny shrugs. Dean looks extremely upset. "Benny, sending you back there is the last thing I ever wanted to do."
"I know. I know."
Dean frowns. "But my little brother is stuck down there."
"This would be the little brother who wants to kill me, right?" He tries to look amused.
"You got access to the place, Benny. We don't. My power, my link is only so strong down there. I can't guide him the whole way." Jamie explains, looking guilty.
Benny smiles. "By "access," you mean "getting beheaded"?
Dean looks away. "Yeah, you're right - it's too much. It's not like I've exactly been there for you lately." His voice shakes.
"What? Oh, come on, Dean. You know I love a challenge."
Dean looks at him. "You're serious?"
"Hey, he's your brother. I say let's do this."
"Thank you, Benny." Jamie says softly.
"I owe you." Dean adds.
Benny waves his hand. "Oh, you don't owe me nothing. Truth is, uh... I could use a break from all this."
Dean raises an eyebrow. "It really been that tough?"
Benny smiles. "I'm not a good fit, Dean. Not with vampires and, for sure, not with the humans. I don't belong. And after a while... that starts to wear on you. Right? Cry me a river. Like you need to listen to this."
"Well, when you get back up here, we're gonna fix all that, okay?" Dean promises.
"When I get back?"
He nods. "Yeah, you find the portal, and your ride out of Purgatory with Sam just like you did with me, okay? As soon as I send you back, we're gonna haul our asses up to Maine, and we'll be waiting there for you when you get topside."
Benny smiles. "Yeah. That sounds like a plan, chief. Let's get on with it."
Jamie lunges forward and hugs Benny tightly. "Thank you." She says again. He chuckles softly, hugging her back. She pulls away and stands beside Dean.
"You sure about this?" He asks.
"Not my first rodeo, man." Benny says confidently.
Dean reaches into the Impala, pulls a machete out of its case. He extends his right hand to Benny to shake, they clasp hands and pull each other into a hug. "Thank you." They pull apart. Jamie squeezes her eyes shut and looks away.
"Well, come on. You a wimp?"
Dean looks at the blade, stones himself, and then beheads Benny. Jamie gasps out, putting a hand on her heart. Dean turns and looks at her. She nods, getting into the Impala. Dean gets plastic wrap from the trunk.
Jamie closes her eyes and tries to find Sam. "Sam…Sam…can you hear me?" She waits, trying to find the link. "Oh Sam don't do this. Not now. Sam!"
Dean tosses the bloody machete into the trunk. He slams the trunk shut and gets into the car. Jamie looks at him, worried. "You can't hear him, can you." She shakes her head. Dean slams the stirring wheel and then starts the car.
"Sam!" Jamie yells in her head, trying to back through. She shakes. Dean is speeding down the road. He reaches over and grabs unto her.
"Jamie!" He looks over at her, and she opens her eyes gasping for breath. "It's okay."
"No it isn't. If I can't break through to Sam now, what is it going to be like when he does the last trial?" Starts to shut her eyes again and Dean shakes her arm.
"No, you're staying with me. I'm not losing both siblings. Benny will get Sam out." Dean says firmly. Jamie sighs.
They reach the 100 mile wilderness in Maine and grab flashlights, hiking silently through the woods. Jamie stays close to Dean, focusing on trying to feel Sam while Dean looks for the spot. Suddenly both siblings stop, there's a bright flash of light and Sam appears. Jamie drops her flashlight and rushes to him, throwing her arms around his neck. He hugs her back as Dean walks up and grabs him into a hug. "Purgatory, right? A real garden spot, ain't it?"
The siblings pull back and Sam nods. "Yeah."
"Did you get him out?" Dean asks.
Sam looks guilty. Jamie's eyes widen. "Only Bobby." She mutters.
Dean looks at Jamie and then at Sam. "What? I mean, that's fantastic about Bobby."
Sam sighs. "Dean, look - Benny, uh... He got us out. A bunch of vamps showed, and he used himself as bait. I get the feeling that even if that didn't happen, he didn't want to come back, you know? I'm sorry."
Dean frowns. "You're probably right. So, uh... Bobby - how - how'd he hold up down there?"
"He's good, all things considered. Ornery as hell, of course." Sam grins, and a beat later so do Dean and Jamie.
"As he should be." Jamie says.
Dean nods. "Let's put that old man where he belongs."
"Yeah." Sam pulls up his jacket sleeve, knife in hand. "Solvo haec phantasmata in terram" There are glowing yellow and red light writhing under Sam's skin "et inde ad olympum." Sam holds his arm up, the light is now a bluish/white that starts to rise up into the sky. Suddenly it turns into a cloudy mix of red and black.
"No!" Jamie yells.
"What the hell?" Dean asks.
"Hello, boys. Jamie." Crowley is standing close by. He looks upwards. "Bobby Singer - I'd know you anywhere."
Dean steps in front of Sam and Jamie. "Let him go, Crowley. He doesn't belong in Hell."
Crowley smirks. "He does if I say he does. He's inflicted untold damage on my kind. From where I sit, actually, Hell's too good for him. Really?" Sam and Dean rush Crowley who just flicks his index finger. Sam and Dean are flung away until they're slammed, held motionless against two large tree trunks where they dangle several feet off the ground. Jamie however throws her hands out, deflecting Crowley's blast. She steps back defensively. "Oh Jamie…" He clicks his tongue and throws his hand out towards her. She falls unto the ground. He looks up at Bobby's red/black cloud-like soul that's now starting to come back down towards earth. "What? Oh come on." Bobby's soul now has flashes of white light shooting through it. Jamie gets up.
Naomi is standing there."Let me see if I've interpreted the situation correctly. The Winchesters have freed an innocent from Hell, to which you are wrongfully trying to return it." She says.
"Siding with them, Naomi? You don't know those two. Before they're done, we'll both be locked away.
"I'm just hoping they lock you away, dear. The rest I'll figure out."
"Bureaucrat. You're fighting outside your weight class."
"Don't call me a bureaucrat." Naomi extends her hand towards Crowley, her eyes and hand shining with angel power. He disappears. Jamie whirls around towards Dean and Sam, who are released from the trees, plummet towards the ground. Jamie uses her power to steady them, and they land on their feet. Naomi raises her hand upwards, Bobby's soul turns blue and white, then shoots up into the sky, to heaven. She looks at Dean. "I told you you could trust me." She wings out. Jamie glares at the spot.
"What the hell was that about?" Sam asks.
Dean shakes his head. "I'll tell you later. Let's get this trial done." Jamie joins her brothers. Sam takes the scrap of paper out of his pocket, intones the enochian phrase.
"Kah-nuh-ahm-dahr." Sam grabs his right hand, falls to his knees in agony. His hand looks like it's burning on the inside, he makes a fist as the burning light fades.
"Sam?" Jamie asks, grabbing unto him.
:Sam? What? What?! Talk to me! What?! Jamie, what's going on?" Dean yells hysterically, grabbing Sam's other shoulder.
Sam shakes his head. "It's okay! It's okay! It's okay. I'm fine. It's done. It's done." Dean and Jamie both look at him and then his arm.
Later in the Impala Dean turns to Sam whose leaning against the seat. Jamie is laid out in the back. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'll live." Sam tells him.
"I buried Benny... but I didn't burn his bones. After he said he'd try to get you out of there, it just didn't seem right. I know you got no use for him, but –"
Sam cuts him off. "No, no, no. You know what? I get it. I do. He's a... He's a little different from what I thought. So, go ahead and leave the door open if you want."
Jamie smiles in her sleep. Dean smirks. "All right, well, let's go check in with Prophet boy and see where he stashed that tablet."
"Kevin? It's us." Dean, Sam, and Jamie enter, it's dark inside. They turn on flashlights. "Kevin!" The siblings look around to see an empty room, devoid of everything, nothing on the desk. Jamie turns on the lights, the walls, counters, everything is bare, the windows are intact, complete with sigils.
"Kevin?" Sam asks.
"He's gone." Jamie mutters, she looks at the walls.
"He took all our stuff, his notes..." Sam draws off.
Dean shakes his head. "I saw this coming. Finally freaked. Little geek made a run for it."
Jamie kneels down beside the window, looking worried. "Yeah, but where?" Sam asks. Jamie turns and looks at them.