She drops the match into the bowl. It sparks and a second later Crowley materializes into the room. He cocks his head slightly to the side, studying her carefully. She's only slightly defensive, her stance relaxed but her lips pressed deep into a thin line. Her sapphire eyes gleam in the firelight. "Hello Jamie."
"Crowley." There's a sigh on the end of his name as she walks away from the table where she's left the spell bowl. She hasn't summoned him into a devil's trap, but Michael's blade is tucked into her belt, hidden behind her back.
"What do I owe this unpleasent surprise?" He keeps it light. He can already guess why she's summoned him. There's a cold wind that breaks through the room. It rustles through his suit jacket and blows her hair into her face. She wipes dark-dyed bangs away with an impatient hand.
"Hunters are dying. My mother is missing. And Michael tells me you have a very interesting relationship with the Brits." She crosses her arms, her eyes search his face.
"Michael?" He perks up a little. This he wasn't expecting. How did she manage to have contact with him, when he's locked tightly in the cage? No hope of escape. He's made doubly sure of that. "How did you manage to contact Michael?" His curiousity betrays him.
She smirks lightly. He's always impressed by how much she looks like Dean when she does that. They draw their lips in and turn up on one side in the exact same motion. It doesn't last and her somber demeanor returns. "I have ways of reaching my husband, Crowley. Just as I have ways of knowing what you're often up to."
It's his turn to smirk. "Oh?"
"I know you're housing the Devil." She doesn't give him time to deny it as she continues. "At the moment...I don't care. Because right now my main concern is keeping my sons safe."
Crowley raises an eyebrow. He takes a step forward and she recoils slightly. "Oh come now, Jamie. Do you really think I would hurt you?" There's a note of disappointment in his voice. "I trained you."
"I know. And you know far too much about me, and my brothers, and my sons. Michael struck a deal with you to keep Mark and Noah safe." I need to know that you're not going to go back out on that. No matter what the Men of Letters offers you."
Crowley smirks, walking closer to her. This time she doesn't recoil, she stays in her place, chin tilted slightly to look up at him. "That British bitch is far too cozy with me. That may be something that can ease your mind."
"Crowley." Her voice is soft. "I can hide myself, I can hide my kids. But only for so long. And if they've done something to my mom. If they get to my brothers..."
Crowley sighs, he turns to her. "I..." He looks above her as if the words are hard for him to say. "I will honor the deal I made with your husband. You have my word."
Jamie sighed again. "Thank you. I don't believe you, but thank you for lying to me so willingly." She forced a smile.
He smiled in return. "Jamie..."
"Crowley...Just...make sure the Brits keep a blind, misinformed eye about my sons."
Crowley turned to leave, but at the last second he paused and turned back to Jamie. "The blond sheriff. She isn't on their radar. The dark haired one...Jody...she is." He disappeared.
"Mommy? Where are we going?" She tries to keep the stolen truck steady as she races all three kids across state lines. Donna is safe. Donna is off the radar. She's called her on a burner phone that she's triple checked and warned her. Don't call the number back. Don't call Jody. Don't try to contact her brothers. Just pack and head somewhere safe and quiet and she would meet her there in the morning.
They reach Doug's family's cabin just after daybreak. Donna, confused but willing, meets her outside. "Okay. What the hell is going on, Jamie?" She asks as she takes Noah's carrier. Jamie urges Mark and Emma inside before handing the bag packed with their things to Donna.
"Did you lay the wards?"
"Yeah. Double checked."
"Get inside, seal the house." Jamie urged her inside. "I know this doesnt make a lot of sense" She made a hurried sweep of the cabin. "...but...I need you to stay here until I come back for them." She takes out her knife and slits open her hand. On the door she draws Michael's sigil. "When I close the door, this will active. And as long as Michael and I live, this will protect you inside. This is the most powerful protection for our sons Michael can assure me, short of himself." Her hands are shaking. She needs this to work. Needs it desperately.
Donna grabs her arms. "Okay Jamie." She says softly. "Okay." There's a promise in her eyes. Jamie nods grips the door, closing it and stepping back. The light blue of Michael's grace glows around the cabin before disappearing. She heaves a breath and then walks away.
When she reaches the bunker it's dark, and the door seems like a forboding omen. She can almost smell the danger that lies beyond the door. Everything inside her urges her to go back. To stay with Donna and her sons. To go to Jody and warn her.
"Alex." She drops her head back against the seat. Tears are threatening now. A vision dances before her eyes, of Alex coming home to find Jody unconscious on the floor and someone standing over her. As the vision plays, the figure becomes clearer: boots, jeans, utility jacket, blonde hair short and wavy, like Jamie's own before she dyed it brown and let it grow past her shoulders. "Mom." She breathes as she comes out of it. "No." She guns the gas, whipping the truck around and heading back to Siox Falls.
Dean isn't answering his phone. It's actually really fucking annoying, because she can't focus on possibly having to save her brothers in addition to Jody and Alex. She hates this. She hates the constantly being dragged back in. She was out. She was out for almost two years. Her story was finished. But her mother...her mother alive, hunting, she couldn't just stay too far away.
It's dark when she pulls into the driveway. She can already spot her mother's car. If she's too late...she shakes the thought away, pulling off to the side. "Jamie?" Alex meets her as she gets out, grabbing her shotgun from the back. She cocks the gun, sparing only a glance at Alex. "What the hell is going on?"
"Just stay behind me." Her tone quiets the girl. She pulls out her knife, follows the hunter closely as Jamie kicks the door in.
Mary isn't expecting her. She turns in surprise to find her daughter standing there, Alex at her side, shotgun raised. "Jamie?" The name leaves her lips just as Jody clobbers her with a lamp.
"Hi Jamie." Jody wipes blood from her face. "Do you know what the hell this is about? Is she a demon?"
Jamie sighs. "No, but I've got an idea what's wrong. Alex, get some rope. Help me tie her up." She steps over her mother towards Jody. "Are you okay?" She gestures to her face.
"Yeah. I'm fine." She gives Jamie a smile. "Thanks to you and Alex."
"Just wish I got here sooner."
"Jody?" Jamie and Alex look up as the door bursts open.
"Dean. Sam."
"Jamie."
She goes to Dean's side immediantly, seeing him hurt. Sam goes for Jody and Alex. "Jody, Alex." He greets them and Alex greets him back. Jamie loops Dean's arm around her shoulders, steadying him with her own strength. He leans her, but not heavily. "Where is she?"
Jody points out their mother, sitting tied to a chair across the room. "Hello boys." Dean and Sam both stop, staring at her with vage expressions before Jamie hefts Dean down into a chair.
"You're jacked up pretty good. Alex." Jamie gestures Alex over as she starts to unwrap the bandage from Dean's leg.
"So what happen." Sam sits down next to Jody, making sure she's okay.
"She clocked me out of the blue. I thought she was a demon." Jody gets up and brings in the first aid kit for Alex and Jamie and whiskey for Dean. "I had no idea that brain washing could be so thorough."
Dean winces as Jamie cleans his leg with alcohol. "Jody she..." He sighs. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Jody shrugs it off. "Forunately Jamie pulled up just when Alex came home."
Alex rolls her eyes, shooting it down. "All I did was buy you time. Jamie had the shotgun, and you knocked her out."
"Even so. You're good backup, Alex." Jamie shoots her a smile. "Now, help me wrap this back up." Dean groans again as Alex starts rebandaging. "Good. I'll finish this, you get him some more of that." She gestures to the glass.
"Make it a double." Dean calls behind her.
"You gonna tell me how you messed yourself up so good?" Jamie finishes the bandage, shooting a smirk at her brother. Dean tries to smile back but he catches a glance at Mary, puts his fist in his mouth. Jody pats his arm in sympathy, and he grabs her hand.
"Aww." Mary speaks up. "You wanna play mother to my son? He's all yours." Jody sighs.
Jamie grabs Dean's hand. "Hey. Leg's good to go." He squeezes her hand back, still focused on Mary. Jamie gets up, standing at his side, moving her hand to his shoulder.
"Dean...that's not your mom." Jody tells him, though she too is focused on Mary.
"What the matter Dean? Am I too different from the Mary you know?" The front door opens, Dean has to look away. "Or too much the same." Jamie squeezes Dean's shoulder and he grabs her hand again.
"Here she is." Sam walks Lady Belluve into the room. "Do your thing."
"Alright, you said you could fix her. So...fix her."
Jamie narrows her eyes at the woman of letters. "I um..." Alarm bells are already going off in Jamie's head. "Well I-"
"She lied." Mary and Jamie say at the same time. It startles both of them just a little, though Mary doesn't show it, Jamie looks over to her.
"What?" Sam looks from Jamie to Lady Belluve. Dean looks all phases of pissed.
"Mary's programming. It's permanent." Jody crosses her arms, partly disgusted, partly lost.
"But you said..."
"You were going to kill me. The Mary that you know, the good Mary, she's hiding behind impenatrable psychic walls."
Sam's eyes widen and he looks over at Jamie. "Ja-"
"Already on it." She leaves Dean's side and goes over to Mary.
Lady Belluve looks confused. "What..."
Mary laughs as Jamie comes closer. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I am the voice crying out in the desert." Jamie invokes her title for the first time in years. It sends a shiver down her spine but she keeps her composure. The psychic force within awakes and she can feel the burn it sends down her body. She touches Mary's head, her eyes shut. Both of them groan.
"Jamie?" Mary looks up, horrified into her daughter's own shocked eyes.
"Mom?" She whisphers. But as she lets go she sees the veil pull over Mary's eyes once more. "No."
Mary laughs. "That was good. Almost had me for a second."
Jamie turns back to her brothers. "Not permenant. Just...difficult."
"Nice trick." She turns to Lady Belluve. "Can you do it again?"
"You have vastly underestimated the extent of my power. Whatever you think you know about me..."
"Prehaps. But your mother can't be saved. Not by you, or anyone else."
"We'll see about that." Jamie goes back to Mary, kneeling down in front of her. She doesn't touch her this time, in fact she keeps a good distance. But she closes her eyes again.
Dean gets up, grabbing his gun and going towards her. "Already lady, times up. We kept you alive for one reason."
Sam hestitates. "Guys. Listen um...Ketch keeps calling Mom's phone."
"I'll get it." Mary pipes up.
"Let it go to voicemail!" Dean yells. "Let's go take a short walk in the backyard." He grabs unto her.
"This is not going to stop! Soon enough, they'll find out you're alive, and then...Well if you want my advice-run."
Dean scoffs, shaking his head. "We're not running."
"Well, then, you die."
"We've been hunted by things a lot worse then you, Lady." Jamie mutters, though her eyes are still closed.
Sam shrugs. "Or...or we fight."
While Dean, Sam, and Jody plan a meeting in the next room, Jamie takes Mary into the spare bedroom. "We gonna try more of your little psychic tricks?"
"Shut up." Jamie mutters. She faces away from Mary, closing her eyes and spreading her arms out to the sides. "Sancte Michael Archangele..." She opens her eyes, they go white. "Speak my lord, your servant listens."
"Jamie?" Jamie closes her eyes, lowering her arms, and looks over at Alex, her eyes once again their normal blue. "What is it, Alex?"
"Jody was wondering about Donna." Jamie sighs. She looks towards the wall and then at Mary before heading out with Alex.
"You know, Alex is perfectly capable of driving herself out there." Jody tell her as she loads Alex's things into her truck.
"I know. But...my kids are there too. I just gotta make sure everyone gets there safely. Besides...Dean's gonna have to figure out a different way to help Mom. What I can do for her is only temporary."
"You sure you don't wanna come with us?" Jody gestures to where Sam is standing a few feet away.
"You don't need me." She smiles. "You got Sam." She pulls Jody in for a hug. "See you soon."
With Alex tucked safely in with her own kids and Donna she heads back for the bunker. This time the forboding feeling is gone, though the clouds of the pending storm are rolling overhead. She knows Lucifer is free. She knows his child is soon to be born. She knows that not all of her family will be alive when this over. But for one brief moment, that moment when she walks in behind Sam and joins him and Dean in hugging their mother, she has hope of a better future.