Jamie sighed heavily as Kevin's video ended. She looked down at Emmy, bouncing her slightly on her knee. Mark looked up at his uncle Sam and then to his father, and his mother, frowning at the anger and sadness radiating off them. "Damnit!" Dean cursed, throwing his arm out and scattering the books unto the floor, before walking off.
"It's okay, Mark." Jamie said softly, looking at her son. The three year old nodded slightly, letting go of Sam's chair and walking over to play with his toys. Sam frowned. "Print off the stuff, Sam." She got up and went out to where Dean was standing.
"We should have brought him here." Dean's eyes were full of tears. "I failed him, Jamie."
"Shh, hey. We couldn't…I didn't see this coming. I'm the one who failed. What good is my psychic thing, if it can't prevent things like this." She adjusted her daughter in her arms.
"Your psychic thing hasn't been great since you gave birth; it's not your fault." Dean said softly, moving her hair away from her face. He bends down and kisses Emmy's forehead. "Hey baby girl. Look at you."
"It's her." Jamie says plainly. "My psychic abilities are passing to her. She's just getting a taste of them now." Dean brushed his fingers through his daughter's hair. "Eventually she'll get them all. I hope." Dean sighed, planting another kiss the baby. "It's going to be okay, Dean. Whatever the cost, it will be okay."
Dean took out his phone. "I'm gonna call Garth." He said shortly. Jamie nodded.
"Guys!" Sam called from the next room. "Jamie, come take a look at this." Jamie handed her daughter to her brother and hurried back over to Sam. Kevin's notes begin coming out of the printer. Sam hands her a page and she scans over it. "Can you read it?"
Jamie squints at the page, going crosseyed as she tries to read. After a moment she sits down and drops the page. "A little bit, but it's nothing helpful. Nothing we don't know or haven't been told by Kevin." She shakes her head, and puts her face in her hands.
Dean walks over talking on the phone. "Yeah, I know you haven't seen him, Keel, nobody has. Alright, well, if you talk to Garth, well, just have him call in. Yeah." He hangs up, looking angry and defeated. He bounces Emmy on his hip.
Sam frowns, looking up. "Garth still MIA?" He takes some more papers out of the printer.
"Yeah." He goes over to where Mark is on the floor, playing with his toys. Or well, making his toys levitate and fly around his head. Dean raises an eyebrow as he watches this, and then gets Emmy's bouncy chair. "Here honey. Play with your brother." He whispers, his tone softer as he straps her into the chair and hands her a soft duckie. Sam and Jamie watch the scene with sentimental looks. Dean whirls around. "Shut up." He points at Sam, going back over to them.
Sam smirks. "Well…Jamie can't read it." He gestures to their sister. Jamie looks up annoyed, and pulls more of the papers towards her.
"Course not." Dean scoffs.
On cue she rolls her eyes. "I'm not a prophet like Chuck and Kevin were. I co-exist with the other prophets. I'm the voice of the end of days, the one who goes before to ensure the Word doesn't pass away even as Earth and Heaven pass away. The other prophets tell me what to say."
"Okay. We know that. I'm sorry Jamie." Sam grabs her hand and she nods. "Well how about the other prophets in line? I mean if Kevin is, uh... is dead, then won't one of them be activated?"
Jamie closes her eyes. After a moment she shakes her head. "I can't sense one if there is. Dean, any leads?"
"Nothing, no, not a peep." He shakes his head, anger returning. "Here we are. No lead, no tablet, squat."
"Well, I mean, we got all this." Sam picks up a stack of notes.
Dean hangs his head. "We should've moved him here."
The twins share a look and then return to looking through the pages. After awhile Jamie gets up. She rubs Dean's shoulder as she passes by, heading into the kitchen to cook.
It's been her refuge of late. Cooking. Odd as it is, the diminutive, simple task of preparing food for her brothers and her children has somehow made the last few months bearable. She chuckles at the irony of it, Jace Winchester, the vampire slayer, the Prophetess Jamie Winchester reduced to a housewife. But it's not as though she has a choice. She haven't been doing much hunting lately. She can't, really. When it was just Mark it was easy, strap him to her back and slay monsters. But Mark isn't old enough to hold a sawed off, and Dean is overprotective of his daughter. Charlie had the worst timing ever, showing up while she was away checking on Krissy and her friends.
"Hmm. There it is again, every time." She hears Sam say in the other room. Wiping down her hands she walks back towards the room and leans against the wall. Sam is showing Dean one of the pages. "This symbol? I know it. Now, Kevin has it down as, as sort of like a signature, for the Scribe of God. It appears every time Metatron makes one of his, uh, like, editor's notes."
Dean looks less than impressed. "Okay...?" Jamie however urges Sam to continue.
"But I think I've seen it before. I mean, it was a long time ago, it was one of my, uh, humanities courses at Stanford."
Now Dean is completely confused. "They taught Word of God at Stanford?"
Sam scoffs, shaking his head. "No, uh, it was an overview of Native American art — I think it's a petroglyph." He goes over to the book shelf.
"A petro-what-now?"
"A petroglyph. A Native American style of writing. Like the hieroglyphs of Egypt." Jamie explains, walking into the room. She picks up Mark on her way over to the table and holds him on her hip as she grabs the page from Dean.
"Mama, hungry." Mark whimpers softly, his belly growling. Jamie kisses his forehead as she looks down at the page.
"I recognize this too. It's um…" She sighs, closing her eyes as she tries to remember. "God I should have stayed awake in Native American history."
"You took Native American history at Mercyhurst?"
Jamie nods. "Yeah sophomore year, right after European history, and before US history." She says without looking up.
Dean shakes his head. "You two." He grumbles as he sits back down.
"Look under Midwestern tribes, uh Utah, Colorado, something like that." She says to Sam taking Mark into the kitchen to feed him.
When she comes back Sam slams a book onto the table in front of Dean and points to the symbol. "This one belonged to a tiny tribe in Colorado, more of a— a clan, really. It says here they held on to their scrap of mountains when all the other tribes fell to the white men. So this glyph was a territorial marker — closest translation: "messenger of God."
"Messenger of God." Jamie says, setting Mark down beside Emmy.
"Messenger of God." Sam echoes, and then looks at Dean. "Dean, we have to go there!"
Dean looks at his siblings like they're insant. "On that hunch? You can barely function."
Sam scoffs. "I'm only gonna get worse. I mean, until we get back to the real job, until we find the third trial — we're out of prophets! We're not gonna figure out what Kevin couldn't! I'd say we go to this messenger of God who wrote it in the first place!"
"And you think this Metatron is hiding out in the mountains with a bunch of Indians."
"Dean…"
"Yeah! Yeah, I do." Sam pauses. "You're not— you're not really supposed to say Indians, it's... We should go." Sam walks off.
"You're delirious." Dean mutters. He looks at Jamie. "He's delirious, right?"
Jamie snickers. "Go, Dean."
"But…but you made pie, right?"
"I'll wrap it up for you. Say goodbye to your kids and get going."
"Alright, yeah just keep an eye on Sam." Jamie says into her phone, holding it between her ear and shoulder as she tucks Emmy into her crib, wrapping her purple blanket around her. Mark is hanging unto her leg, dressed in his red and blue footie Spiderman pajamas and holding his teddy bear. "Yeah, he's right here." She hands the phone to Mark, who takes it gleefully and hurries into his own room to talk to his Daddy before he has to go to sleep. Jamie smiles sadly as she watches him, and then turns her attention back to Emmy. "Hey baby girl. It's bedtime, okay? Go to sleep." She leans in to kiss her forehead and Emmy reaches up and touches her face.
"You have to stop." Jamie gasps outloud as she's thrown into a vision. Images whirl around her. Naomi's angels killing the occupants of a restaurant. "You have to stop." A waitress with her eyes burned out. Naomi snapping her neck. Castiel, hurt and bloody. And then Crowley.
"Castiel!" Jamie screams, coming out of the vision. Emmy starts to cry, and Jamie holds her stomach, gasping for breath. Emmy continues to cry and her mother scoops her into her arms, holding her close.
"Mommy?" Mark stands in the doorway looking scared. Jamie turns to her son and gestures for him to come to her. She holds him close as well.
"Baby, there's something Mommy has to do." She whispers to him, kissing his forehead as she tries to calm her daughter.
Jamie is surrounded by lit candles on the cleared concrete floor. She's holding a book in her hands as she kneels in the center of the candles. Mark is standing off to the side, clutching his teddy bear. "Remember Mark, if something happens to me, you hit the button on my phone and you call Daddy and tell him to come home. Can you do that?" The little boy nods. Jamie gives him a faint smile and then turns back to the book.
"Ostende mihi angelus Castiel!" She chants. Her eyes glow white. "Ostende mihi angelus Castiel!"
Jamie appears in Crowley's office. Ion turns around and sees her as does Castiel. "Prophetess." He sneers.
"Ion." She hisses. "I should have known." She recognizes him from her time as an angel. He was one of their messangers when she and Castiel lead the rebellion against Raphael in heaven. He goes for her but she squints her eyes and he is thrown backwards against the wall. "Cas." She kneels down beside him.
"Jamie, you should not be here." He tells her.
"Shut up. Do you have any idea what you've done to my brother? He's worried sick." She takes off her black collared shirt and starts to push it into his stomach, but Cas stops her.
"Wait. There's a bullet inside. Crowley made it from an angel blade."
"Why didn't we think of that?" She asks, and then gestures with her finger. The bullet flies into her hand. Ion appears behind her and grabs her by the throat.
"No! Let her go, Ion." Cas yells.
"No. Crowley will kill me if I let Jamie Winchester escape." He squeezes her throat, choking her. "You soldiers, down in the garrison, at least they let you believe the lie. Upstairs, working for Naomi, working in intelligence, we had no option but to live in the dirt. She never reset me completely. I always knew too much, I had to— I had to do my job."
"You know what your problem is, Ion?" Jamie hisses, forcing his grip on her throat loose. "You don't know when to shut up." She throws him back and then uses her telekinesis to shove the bullet into his eye. He screams, erupting in white light. Neither Cas nor Jamie turns from it.
Cas gets up painfully. "Are you hurt?" He asks. Jamie shakes her head. "Crowley has the angel tablet."
"Don't worry about that right now. You have to find my brothers." She tells him, and then disappears. Back in the bunker her eyes return to normal and she blinks, the candles blowing out. Mark walks over to her. "Mark. Hey." She picks him up and hugs him. "I'm okay, alright? Let's get you to bed." He nods, wrapping his arms around her neck.