"Hey Jackie," Jack said as I climbed out of the driver's side door after parking Diane in the garage. He was standing at the top of the stairs, one arm behind his back.
"Hi, Jack, what's up?" I asked as I rounded to the back to pop the trunk and retrieve the items I had gotten at the store.
"He-here," he stuttered. "I got these for you."
I stood up from grabbing bags and there he stood next to me, arm extended, and a bouquet of vibrantly colored flowers. "What are these for?" I smiled at him, taking the gift.
"Just because," he smiled brightly.
"Thank you, Jack," I grinned as I took in the beautiful floral scent. I leaned forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek before asking him if he could help me carry the things I had purchased inside. His cheeks were pink and he nodded eagerly, his face looking like it could possibly break in half with the smile that had spread on it.
"Buy yourself flowers?" Dean asked as he passed me in the hallway.
"Nope, Jack actually gave them to me," I grinned. Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "You could learn a thing or two from him," I raised an eyebrow at him before heading into the kitchen to find something to put them in.
"Jackie?" Dean's voice travelled down the hallway.
"What about her?" Jack voice asked back just as I was about to shout back at Dean.
"You were asking advice about chicks so you could hit on Jackie?" Dean asked in an almost disgusted tone. "Isn't she a little old for you, kid?"
"She's not old!" Jack growled back. "You're old."
"Hey, I gave you a pass the first time," Dean's voice deepened further. "This one is gonna cost ya, son," his voice nearly shouted down the hallway. Jack didn't reply and I wasn't sure if Dean's reaction had scared him or if he had walked off, but my thoughts were soon confirmed for the latter when I heard Dean grumble out, "Old man, my ass." And I couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled from my lips. "What's so funny, Chuckles?" Dean asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, nothing. Just thought of something funny," I shrugged before taking my flowers back to my room.
The day had been long, full of researching an artifact that a group of shapeshifters were searching for. We had been seeking it out for a week now and every trail had run cold. I was exhausted and had apparently ended up falling asleep in the library. I woke with a start, a page stuck to my cheek as I lifted my head from the table. I groaned at the ache in my back and looked at my watch for the time. It was far too early for anyone to be up and I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep after sleeping so long. After stretching my back I decided to head to the kitchen to make coffee, Sam would be up in a few hours for his morning jog and I thought I'd surprise him coffee. The kitchen light was on and I had figured the boys must have forgotten to turn it off before heading to bed. "Hello," a voice grumbled as I entered the doorway.
"Holy shit, you scared me," I clutched at my chest, replying to Castiel who was sitting at the kitchen table, cup in his hand as he looked through a book.
"Sorry," he mumbled without looking up at me. "What are you doing up already?"
"I fell asleep in the library," I replied as I poured myself a cup of coffee. "My back is killing me," I groaned as I twisted back and forth to try to crack my back and loosen my stiff muscles.
"Here," Cass's voice was much closer this time and I felt him place his hand on my shoulder before feeling the pain in my back disappear.
"Thank you," I smirked over my shoulder at him, "You didn't have to do that. I'm sure a shower would've helped."
"It wouldn't have, you had quite the knot," he replied as he sat back down at the table.
"Oh, thank you," I repeated as I grabbed the bagel from the toaster and began spreading cream cheese over each half.
No other words were spoken as I prepared my food and sat down across the table from him. He had gone back to his reading as I ate in silence.
"Where have you been lately?" I spoke up, feeling the need to fill the empty air.
"Angel stuff," he replied without looking up from his book.
"Oh," I nodded. I sipped on my coffee as I mulled over something else that would get the angel to talk to me. He had been around here and there, on hunts with us whenever he could, but he had never interacted with me much. I knew he had been a big part in the boys' lives and had essentially become a brother to them both.
Cas looked at me over his cup of coffee, his blue eyes holding an eternity of wisdom. I took one more sip of coffee, my brain trying to conjure a question when he spoke up, "You find that artifact yet?"
"No, still looking for it, but I'm sure we'll find it soon," I say as Cass walks out of the kitchen, leaving me to wonder if he will always be this standoffish with me.
"Here," his gruff voice washes over me and I jump again.
"You really have to stop doing that," I say as I turn to look at him. He places a book on the table, the spine worn from years of usage. There on the tattered page was the artifact that Sam had described to me.
"It's the talisman of the Navajo nation. It allows anyone who wears it to possess the powers of a witch," Cass says very matter of fact like and I nod my head as I scan the page.
"Thanks," I mutter out as Cass sits down in front of me, still not sure how to find the object before me. "Just how do you find this talisman?"
"You look," he says, his face as smooth as stone. I realized he was joking as he cracked a smile at me and I felt a breath I'd been holding release.
"You're funny," I say as I pour myself another cup of coffee.
"Jack seems to think I am, I suppose it comes from being around Sam and Dean," he says as he takes the book from me.
"You and the boys go way back, you did raise Dean from… what did you call it… perdition." The word felt distasteful in my mouth and the images from the Carver Edlund books race through my mind. "Sam gave me the books," I explained after he gave me a puzzled look. "You've done a lot for them."
"They've done the same for me, they'd do the same for you," he says and I raise one eyebrow, wondering exactly what he means by that.
"What do you mean?" my voice rose an octave as curiosity got the better of me.
"Dean told Sam just the other night that he was glad Sam got you to stay," Cass finishes off his coffee, his eyes looking a little lighter. "You have made a difference in their lives, I can tell. They seem… happier now that you are here. I think Dean will eventually get over the connection you have with Sam."
My eyes go wide as I fight to swallow my coffee. What the actual fuck, he thinks I'm with Sam? I thought I had cleared that up when I had confronted him a few weeks ago. "What?" I asked as Castiel walked over to place his cup in the sink.
"He is happy for his brother to have found someone to share this life with. But I sense the tension he has is with himself since he likes you too," Cass answered as he walked towards the hallway.
"It's not like that," I said, making him stop in his tracks.
"I know," Cass said as he turned around to face me. I gave him an odd look. "Angel radio," he answered, tapping his temple, "You've been the hot topic as of recently."
I grabbed my cup with every intention to follow Cass wherever he was headed so I could try to get more information from him. When I turned to walk after him I heard the flutter of wings and he was gone. "Damn it," I muttered, grabbing the book Castiel had given me and heading for my bedroom to do some research.
"Is this coffee fresh?" Sam asked as I walked into the kitchen to refill my cup for the fifth time.
"Yep, just made this pot," I answered.
"What are you doing up so early? Usually you and Dean are still competing over who can be the loudest lumberjack sawing logs," he smiled as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"I've been doing research," I shrugged. "And I do not snore!" I shouted at him as he left the kitchen.
"You mind if I tag along, Moose?" I asked, poking my head into Sam's room as he tied up his sneakers.
"You want to run?" he asked, giving me a look like that was the last thing he suspected I would ever do. I mean, he wasn't wrong.
"I could stand to burn off some of the five cups of coffee I've drank this morning," I shrugged.
Sam and I got back about an hour and a half later. I was on the verge of dying and at one point I thought Sam was going to have to carry me back. "I call shower dibs," I groaned as he held the door open for me to enter the bunker first. Sam laughed, walking down the stairs after me and practically sprinting past me to the bathroom. "Damn you!" I shouted through the door at him.
"Keep it down will ya," Dean's rough, sleep coated voice shouted from his room.
"Sorry, Sleeping Beauty," I shouted back to him and I heard him growl before closing my bedroom door behind me. I gathered my clothes together to take to the shower after Sam got out and made my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water while waiting. "Cass," I breathed out as I walked into the kitchen and seen him in the exact same position as this morning, sitting at the table sipping on a cup of coffee.
"Jackie," his deep voice stated matter of factly.
"You took off quickly this morning," I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and turned back to face him.
"I had a call," he replied.
"I didn't hear your phone ring," I walked towards him, stopping when I reached the end of the table.
"Wasn't that kind of call," He looked up at me, his blue eyes twinkling in the light of the kitchen.
"Angel radio?" I asked and he gave me a nod before turning back to take a sip of his coffee. "Speaking of Angel radio," I trailed off.
"I shouldn't have said anything," he said as he stood up from his spot. "I am not supposed to mettle in the affairs of fate." He grabbed his cup before walking over to pour himself another glass. "Forget that I mentioned it."
"But," I started, but was cut off by the shuffling of feet behind me that was accompanied by a groan.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel's eyes were locked onto mine, giving me a serious look.
"Oh, this isn't over, Feathers," I whispered, squinting my eyes at him before turning around to see if Sam was out of the shower yet.
"All yours," Sam said as he walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips and his dirty clothes balled up in his hand.
"Are you offering or are you talking about the shower?" I teased him, making his cheeks blush lightly as he shook his head and walked ahead of me down the hallway.
"Are you following me?" Sam asked as he kept walking.
I stopped in front of my door, "Some of us don't like walking around in towels, Legs." I put my hands on my hips and he turned around as he reached his door to look at me. "I'm getting my clothes and things for the shower."
"Well, you better hurry because once Dean sees the shower is open he's going to pounce," Sam smirked and then walked into his room, closing the door behind him. I ran into my room, grabbing the things I needed and headed off to the shower.
I met up with the whole crew in the war room after finishing my shower. Dean was hunched over, leaning against Sam's chair as he looked at something Sam was showing him on his laptop. Cass was sitting to Sam's right and Jack was doing his best to mimic Dean's pose over the back of Cass's chair. I stood back, looking at the four men who had essentially become family over the few months I had been with them. "It looks like they are having a gala tonight to raise funds for the travelling museum," Sam said leaning back in his chair. Dean stood up, running a hand over his face and mumbling something I couldn't hear at my distance.
"What is a gala?" Jack said, glancing over at Dean, who was now standing up straight with his hands on his hips. Jack looked back at Sam to answer his question as he copied Dean's stance yet again. I placed a hand over my mouth to keep my giggle from escaping. Jack was adorable, it was quite clear who he admired most of all of the men that were surrounding him, the one man that didn't pay him as much mind as the other two.
"It's basically a prom for old, rich people," Cass stated as he looked from Jack back to Sam, who gave him a nod of agreement.
"I'm not getting in that monkey suit again," Dean's deep voice grumbled out before he shook his head and walked over to the rolling bar.
"I'll go," Jack spoke up and Dean looked over at Jack with a raised eyebrow.
"Kid, you would be the worst kind of sidekick at this kind of thing. You reek of cougar bait," Dean chuckled before walking back over and handing Sam a tumbler of whiskey.
"I'll go," I stated, stepping forward from the archway I had been leaning against. Sam's head spun to meet my eyes before nodding his head slightly at the thought. "Unless you want to take fresh meat over there," I shrugged, tipping my head towards where Jack was standing.
"Do you even own a dress?" Dean asked, his eyebrow raising to challenge my attempt to join Sam on this adventure.
"No," I said, sticking my tongue out at him before glaring at him.
"Jack, looks like it's time for you to suit up," Dean sighed before turning to walk off.
"I think I can figure something out for you, Jay," Sam mused aloud. "Give me a few minutes." Sam shot up from his chair, heading off down the hall before coming back after a few minutes. "She'll be here in twenty minutes," he said with a smile.
I climbed the stairs to answer the door that no one else seemed to be worried to answer. I cocked the gun, checking to make sure there was a bullet in the chamber before holding it behind my back as I cracked the door open. "Hello?" I asked as I looked at the redhead that was standing there with a sly grin on her face.
"Hello Love, you must be Jaqueline," she raised her eyebrows before giving me a once over as she pushed the door open further.
"And you are?" I asked, gripping the gun behind my back a little tighter.
"I'm your Witchy Godmother," she smiled. "And it looks like I have my work cut out for me," she said as she took a step closer to me. "And you can start by putting away that gun behind you. Unless the boys shared their stash of witch killing bullets with you, what you have in there isn't going to do much." She slid between me and the open door, walking past me and down the stairs to enter the bunker. "Now where is your room, darling?" she asked, looking up to find me still standing at the top of the stairs. I disarmed my gun, placing it in my waistband before walking down the stairs. "Samuel!" she smiled as Sam walked into the room, her proper tone making my skin crawl. I scrunched my nose in disgust as my brain registered her calling Sam by his full first name. Who was this bitch?
"Rowena," Sam nodded in acknowledgement as he walked up to her. "You think you can help Jackie out?"
"If I wasn't the best witch to ever exist you would be hopeless," she said as he looked at me standing on the stairs, "Thank god for magic."
"Be nice, Rowena," Sam's voice dropped an octave as he scolded her in a whisper.
"Well, you know me, I never back down from a challenge," she sing-songed. "Come along now child, times wasting," she said as she slung a garment bag over her shoulder and delicately walked off down the hallway.
"Her bark is worse than her bite...usually," Sam shrugged. "You'll be fine."
"You owe me, Moose," I grumbled as I walked by him to follow Rowena.
After two hours of tweezing eyebrows, curling and styling my hair, and painting my face, she stood back to admire her work. "Oh, the beast has become the beauty," she sighed as she clapped her hands together and held them to her chest.
"I didn't think I was that horrible in the first place," I grumbled under my breath.
"Oh sweet darling, I am sure you are a hunter's dream," she smiled, "But now, well...you are every man's dream." She handed me a mirror to look at myself and I had to take a double take. I wore makeup, sure, but she had sculpted my face, making my high cheekbones pop with a glow, my blue eyes looked like ice against the dark smokey eye that she had given me. I had tried a time or two in my down time to do my makeup like this myself, but I had always ended up looking like a drug addicted raccoon. I brushed my fingers over my face, tilting it one way and then the other as I watched my appearance change with the different angles.
"Holy fuckballs," I breathed out before puffing my lips out in a kissy face to admire the fullness of my dark red stained lips. She had somehow tamed my brown hair in loose curls, pinning it half up, but allowing the curls to create volume on top of my head.
"Are you guys almost finished in there?" Sam's voice shouted through the closed bedroom door.
"Beauty takes time, Samuel!" Rowena shouted back at him.
"The gala starts in an hour and it's an hour and a half drive," he groaned and I could practically see him roll his eyes with his words.
"Let's get you dressed before the bean pole has a hissy," Rowena said with an eye roll. She walked over to the garment bag she had brought in with her, it had been hanging against the back of the door. "Strip," she commanded as she turned around with red fabric draped over her arm. I did as she requested, stripping down to my bra and underwear, crossing my arms over my stomach as she gave me a once over. "You shouldn't hide a body like that under layers of hunter's clothing," she mused as she stepped forward. "A woman's body is her most lethal tool," she winked. "Now off with this," she motioned towards my under garments.
"What?" I asked in shock. She gave me a stern look and I closed my eyes as I unlatched my bra, letting it fall to the floor before sliding my underwear down my legs to pool at my feet. I did my best to cover myself, but Rowena acted as if my nakedness didn't bother her as she dropped to her knees in front of me holding the dress open for me to step in. As the satin fabric slid over my skin I worried that it wouldn't fit my full hips.
"Turn," she instructed after she pulled the dress up to cover my breasts. I held the top of the dress in place as she zipped the back of the dress over my ass and up my back. "Alright, turn around and let me see," she said and I could hear the excitement in her voice.
"I think it's too tight," I said meekly as I turned around to face her.
"Nonesense!" she shrieked. "This dress was made for you, my dear." I looked into the full length mirror in the corner of the room. The dress was strapless with a sweetheart neckline that followed the swell of my breasts, almost making them look larger than normal. My waist was cinched in and the skirt was molded to my hips creating the hourglass figure that pinup girls dreamt of. The skirt was tapered all the way down to my knees, which was only loose enough for me to actually walk just a little. Below the knee the skirt flared in a fashion that looked like a mermaid's tale and even had a bit more length in the back for a small train. "Oh, I almost forgot," Rowena said, breaking the trance I had been put under by the vixen in the mirror. "Shoes and purse!" She knelt down, letting me slip on the black high heels with the red soles.
"How in the hell do women walk in these?" I groaned as my feet protested to their new positions.
"You'll get used to it. As they say, beauty is pain," she shrugged before handing me a long black clutch that matched the shoes.
"Where the hell am I supposed to put my gun?" I looked at her in horror.
"Samuel will have the gun," she said in mock annoyance. "You'll have your knife," she smiled as she grabbed the clutch from me and revealed that the lining inside of the bag had a hidden compartment. "Now put your things in here before Samuel gets those witch killing bullets I was telling you about and offs us both," she said as she walked to the door. She turned to give me one last smile before opening the door and closing it behind her. I grabbed my knife, putting it where Rowena had told me to and grabbed a few IDs, the lipstick that she had used on my lips, and my phone, throwing them all into the bag. I walked cautiously to the door, knowing that before the night was over I was more than likely going to break an ankle. "Bollocks! I almost forgot," Rowena came barrelling through the door and I almost fell as I jumped at her sudden intrusion. She walked over to a bag she had placed on my bed, grabbing a few things before hurrying over to me. She clipped earrings into place before reaching behind my head and placing a small, sparkling necklace along my collarbone. "Perfect!" she squeaked before hustling out of the door again. "Samuel! Your date is ready!" she shouted out as she stood in the doorway.
I listened as I heard the shuffling of feet in the hallway before Rowena stepped out into the hallway, looked over at me and gave me a nod. I took that as my cue to walk out of the room, feeling like the prized poodle at a dog show as Rowena held her hand out as if to show off her handywork. I cleared my throat as I shuffled out into the hallway, staring at the floor before looking up from under my thick fake eyelashes and finding four pairs of eyes staring back at me. Sam looked dapper in his tux, his hands tucked into his pockets as he gave me a tight lipped grin, "You look great," he nodded before looking over to Dean who looked like his eyes may pop out of his head. "You okay, Dean?" Sam chuckled. Dean looked at his brother, giving him an eye roll.
"You clean up alright," he shrugged before walking past me and mumbling under his breath, "Have fun at prom." I turned, looking over my shoulder, watching him stalk off to his room. He stopped at his door, pausing and glancing back at me again before walking into his room and closing the door.
"You look beautiful," Jack smiled. "Not that you don't look beautiful normally...because you do...but just...wow," he stuttered.
"Thank you, Jack," I smiled back at him as his cheeks flushed slightly. "One problem," I groaned, looking at Sam, "I can't drive Diane in this dress. Hell, I can barely walk in this damn thing."
"Let me get the keys from Dean," Sam said as he walked to Dean's door and knocked. "Hey, can I have the keys to the impala?" Sam asked through the door, but the other side of the door was quiet as I reached the door to stand next to him.
"Dean?" I shouted, but still received no answer. I tried the doorhandle, finding it unlocked and cracking it slightly before sticking my head in through the crack. Dean was sitting on his bed, headphones on, and back resting against the headboard with his eyes closed. I opened the door wider, walking in and stopping at the foot of his bed. Dean didn't budge as his toes moved slightly to the beat of whatever he was listening to. I smacked at his feet and his shoulders jerked, his eyes going wide before focusing in on me.
"What?" His deep voice sounding deeper than normal.
"Can we borrow the impala?" Sam asked as he walked up next to me.
"You want a condom too?" Dean rolled his eyes as he reached over to the nightstand to grab the keys. "Prom's a big night for losing that V-card, Sammy. Could be your lucky night," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders, but holding onto the keys as he sat back against the headrest.
"Very funny. Keys?" Sam said not finding his brother funny at all.
Sam held out his hand and Dean leaned forward, reaching the keys out to Sam but yanked them back, "Wait, why aren't you taking her car?"
"Because this dress is too tight for me to drive. And although I trust Sam to have my back, no one drives Diane but me," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. Dean's eyes dropped to my chest, his tongue just barely brushing the inside of his bottom lip before looking back up at me. I looked down self consciously to check myself, realizing my crossed arms had only pushed my breasts together more, the globes looking as though they were about to pop out of the top of my dress. I dropped my hands to my hips, giving Dean my best 'Are you kidding me' face.
"And here I was hoping your first ride in her would be me," he gave me a sly grin quirking one eyebrow subtly. He placed the keys in Sam's outstretched hand, "You treat her right."
"I'm willing to bet Sam knows how to treat a lady right," I paused, "Don't know if I can say the same about you." I gave him a smirk before turning on my numbing feet to head for the garage.
"I was talking about Baby," Dean said to my retreating form and I could hear the smirk in his tone. "And believe me, you'd definitely find out I'm a professional at treating a woman." was the last thing I heard him mutter as I walked out of his room.
We arrived to the gala an hour late, but received no issues at the door when we walked in. "I have to say, this was the easiest party I have ever crashed," Sam mused. "I guarantee if it were Dean with me instead of you, there would've been a hassle at the door," he chuckled.
"That's because Dean looks like trouble," I shrugged.
"Not going to argue with you there," Sam smiled down at me as he held his arm out for me to loop my arm through. "So do you want to stick together or split up?" Sam asked, grabbing two flutes of champagne offered to him.
"We'll cover more ground if we split up," I answered him as I took one of the drinks from him. "You take the right wing, I"ll take the left?"
"Okay, I'll text you if I find it," he said before turning to go investigate.
"That's the kind of man you can't let out of your sight at these kind of events," an older woman said from behind me. "Cougars are on the prowl here," she explained, making me chuckle. "You must be a first timer."
"That obvious?" I asked with a smile.
"Oh, he's not the only one I'm worried about," she smiled back at me. "The men at these things can sniff out fresh meat from a mile away."
"Well, your sniffer isn't so bad yourself," I replied and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Good luck, sweetheart. You're going to need it," she said, patting my shoulder before heading off to check out some of the exhibits.
I made my way through the packed aisleways, occasionally feeling a hand graze against my ass or hip as someone walked past me. It wasn't until I had made it about halfway through the wing that some douchebag decided I was fair game and grabbed a handful of my ass. I twisted quickly, grabbing his wrist tightly in my hand. I looked up at the owner of said hand, finding it attached to a man who had a woman snug to his side. It was apparent that the arm he had had around her was sneakily playing grab-ass when she wasn't paying attention. His eyes locked onto mine, a sense of fear held in them as he tugged lightly on his hand for me to release it. I gave him my death glare before releasing his hand and walking away in hopes I had scared the shit out of him enough to never try it again with any other woman.
I had almost made it to the end of the wing when I spotted the solid turquoise bangle bracelet. It was stunning in person, the pictures I had researched not doing justice to the pure color of it. It was locked in what appeared to be a clear safe. I pulled my phone from my purse, sending Sam a text to let him know I had found it before looking around the place. It was in the back corner of the building and only ten feet away from an emergency exit. I looked around the room, finding the two security cameras that covered the area, neither of them covering the bracelet or door. If we stayed against the wall we would be hidden from them if we could find a way to get into the back door without triggering the alarm.
"Hey," Sam said breathlessly as he walked up behind me. His hands finding their place on my hips as his body towered over mine.
"You alright?" I looked up at him over my shoulder.
"Yeah," he nodded his head slightly as he looked around cautiously.
"Did you get mauled?" I chuckled as I turned around to face him. His bowtie was off-centered, his hair mussed slightly, his cheeks flush, and what looked to be some makeup on the collar of his white dress shirt.
"Are we good to get out of here?" he asked, looking down at me.
"Not yet," I answered. "I need the keys to the car."
"What for?" he asked, fishing in his pocket for the keys.
"I have an idea," I said as I grabbed the keys from his hand.
"Don't leave me here," he whispered.
"I won't do that to you," I smiled. "Although I'm sure the ladies here would love me if I did," I laughed.
"Please don't," he pleaded with scared eyes.
"Don't worry, Stud. I'll be right back," I smiled, fixing his bow-tie and straightening the lapels of his jacket before walking away.
I hustled outside to the parking lot to the Impala, popping the trunk and searching for what I needed. "Perfect," I grinned as I found the silver duct tape. I ripped off a small amount, placing it in my palm before heading back inside.
"That was quick," Sam said as I approached him.
"I need a drink," I told him and he gave me a weird look. "Just follow along...And do not use my real name."
Sam nodded as he retrieved two flutes from a waiter and handed me one. I gulped down the bubbly drink before shoving the glass at Sam and taking off in a mad dash towards the emergency door. "Natasha!" Sam shouted as he rushed after me. I pushed at the door, making sure my hand with the tape was pressed perfectly over the latch of the door to tape it down as the alarm rang out gaining the attention of everyone in the wing. I spit out the champagne, pretending to dry heave before standing up straight and letting the door close behind me as I walked back into the museum.
"Ma'am are you ok?" A man in a security uniform asked as another gala-goer handed me a napkin.
I nodded my head, dabbing my mouth, "I am so sorry," I apologized to the officer. "Bo, I think I need to go home," I said, doing my best to act as if I was going to hurl again.
"Come on, sweetheart," Sam replied, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my bare shoulders.
"Jacobs, go ahead and reset the alarm on door four. False alarm," the security officer spoke into his radio as Sam wrapped an arm around me and we made our way out of the museum.
"What was that about?" Sam asked as we climbed into the car.
"If my placement was correct, we shouldn't have any problems getting in tonight," I smiled over at him as he started the engine.
"How?" he asked as he put Baby into drive and drove us out of the parking lot.
"The only tool that works for everything, duct tape," I grinned, making Sam laugh.
"The latch," he mused. "That's brilliant."
The ride home was long enough that I had dozed off, the purr of the Impala's engine lulling me to sleep. "We're home," Sam nudged me as he parked her in the garage. I groaned as I opened up my door, swinging my feet out of the car and kicking off the high heeled torture devices from my feet before picking them up and standing. I yawned which earned me a side eye from Sam, "Don't you start that. We still have a B and E to commit before it's bedtime."
"I know," I yawned again. "Oh hey, your jacket," I mumbled, shrugging it off of my shoulders and handing it over to him. I blinked the last bit of sleep from my eyes, looking up at Sam and squinting.
"What?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Did you make a pit stop on the way home or did that happen at the gala?" I asked, motioning to a perfectly sculpted pair of plum lips on his neck.
"There was this crazy, drunk woman that wouldn't leave me alone before you texted me saying you had found the bracelet," he groaned.
"Here," I said holding out a napkin I had stuffed in my clutch.
"Thanks," Sam said as he wiped at the spot on his neck. "Head out at midnight?"
"You got it, Legs," I nodded before turning around to walk back to my room.
"I see date night went well," Dean's voice caught me off guard, making me stop in my tracks. I looked up at him, he was leaning against the wall next to my door. I made a show of rolling my eyes at him as I walked past him. I threw my purse and the shoes on my bed. "Find what we're looking for?" Dean asked as he leaned against my door frame.
"Yep," I replied as I reached behind my back in a desperate attempt to reach the zipper. I sighed in defeat, letting my head hang before mumbling out, "Can you unzip me?"
"Shouldn't you ask your boyfriend to do that for you?" Dean said after clearing his throat.
"I would if I had one," I sassed back, looking over my shoulder at him. "You going to help me or not?" Dean walked up behind me, gently pushing my hair over my shoulder before his fingertips ghosted over my bare back. I had to work to steady my breathing as his light touch sent a chill down my spine. He was slow moving as he unzipped my dress, his knuckles brushing against my skin just enough to give me goosebumps. For a brief moment my mind wandered, wondering if he was as delicate and attentive when it came to other things in the bedroom. He pulled his fingers away from my zipper but hadn't moved to step back and I felt the warm rush of his breath as he released the air he had been holding. A fluttering sound of wings broke me from the intense feeling and I heard Dean shift on his feet behind me. "What is it with you two and shitty timing?" I grumbled, placing an arm over my chest to hold the fabric over my bare breasts. I turned around to face the two men who were now occupying my bedroom, gesturing to my state of undress, "Do you mind?"
"Yeah, Cass, can't you see we're in the middle of something here?" Dean asked as he took a step to his side to shield me from Cass's line of sight.
Cass tilted his head to the side, looking past Dean's shoulder at me, "You said in the kitchen this wasn't over. I assumed you would want to talk once you got back."
I sighed, putting one hand on my hip as the other one still held my dress to my chest. "And I would very much like to pick it up again," I paused, "Once I'm not clad in only satin." I watched as Dean tipped his head slightly to the side before looking over his shoulder to look over me, his eyes holding a look of surprise at his realization. "Yes Dean, girls go commando too," I snorted before walking over to my dresser to grab a change of clothes.
"What does the army have to do with this?" Cass mumbled, a quizzical look on his face.
"Not now, Cass," Dean nearly growled out as he held a hand out to his angelic friend. Dean turned in place to face me, his hand still extended to Castiel, telling the angel to not interrupt.
"What's going on in here?" Sam's tall form appeared in the door just as Dean's eyes locked onto mine.
"A fucking powwow, apparently," I mumbled under my breath before smirking at the ironic reply since we were working a case that dealt with a Native American relic.
"I think Jackie may be a part of an army of some sort," Cass squinted his eyes at me as if trying to figure me out.
"What?" Sam breathed out before looking at Castiel as if he'd said the sky was green. Dean scrubbed a hand over his face before turning to face Cass with daggers in his eyes.
"Hey guys, what's going on?" Jack's bubbly voice chimed in, standing next Sam.
"Oh my God," I sighed, putting my hand over my face. "Come on guys, this isn't a free peep show," I said, giving each one of them my best bitch face. "Everyone out!" I growled. Everyone's eyes widened at the anger in my voice before turning to walk away. I could hear Castiel and Jack asking Sam about the gala as they headed off down the hallway. Dean had walked to the door, placing a hand on it before turning to look at me. "You too, Romeo," I sighed. Dean dropped his hand from the door, digging his hand in his pocket before pulling out a wad of money and looking up at me and quirking his eyebrow. " This isn't Pretty Woman. I may be killing it like Julia in this dress, but you aren't exactly Richard Gere." His smirk widened into a full blown smile that made my heart smile as well. He stuffed the cash back into his pocket before closing the door behind him as he left the room.
I woke up, heart racing as the alarm on my nightstand blared Grand Funk Railroad's 'Some Kind of Wonderful'. I smacked at the thing, knocking it off of the nightstand, but coming up unsuccessful in turning the music off. I groaned, getting up from my bed and grabbing the radio and shutting it off. I had gotten a couple of hours of much needed sleep, but was now in dire need of coffee. "Coffee?" Dean's deep voice grumbled from my doorway.
"You reading minds now?" I asked before clearing my throat in an attempt to shake the sleepiness from my voice.
"Nah, figured if Sam's right about us being exactly alike, you'd need a cup," he replied as he walked over to me and handed me a cup. "I took a random guess that the creamer in the fridge was either yours or Jack's since the rest of us only use sugar."
"Mmmm," I moaned as the warm liquid slid down my throat and found purchase in my stomach, warming my whole body. "Yeah, it's mine," I said as I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans. "I sure hope the toddler doesn't drink coffee," I chuckled as I sat my cup down on the dresser before slipping my bare legs into my pants. I turned after buttoning and zipping my pants, finding Dean standing in the middle of the room, his eyes on me as he sipped his drink. "I gotta finish getting dressed," I hinted to him and he nodded his head before leaving the room and closing the door. I removed my oversized t-shirt before putting on a bra and a plain black shirt. After slipping my boots on I grabbed my black hoodie from the back of the chair in my room. I grabbed my coffee cup from the dresser, guzzling it down and headed to get a refill.
"You about ready?" Sam asked as I entered the kitchen.
"One more cup and I'm good to go," I filled my cup before walking over to the fridge to grab my creamer. "You get any sleep?"
"About an hour," he answered as Dean walked in.
"When we heading out?" he asked his younger brother as he slid his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
I glanced at Sam, who looked at me at the same time before speaking up, "Jay and I have this one."
"What?" the older brother asked, furrowing his brows together. Sam and I looked at each other again before Dean spoke up again, "For a second there I thought you said I was being left out of this run."
"I did...say that," Sam lowered the volume of his voice, his voice almost too low to hear.
"Please tell me you are kidding," Dean said as he poured sugar into his fresh cup of coffee.
"We've already cased the place," I explained. "We know where we are going."
"Oh, so because I didn't want to play James Bond and be your date to the prom, I'm the odd man out?" Dean huffed, leaning against the island in the center of the room and crossing one leg over the other, sipping his coffee.
"I mean, it's a two person job. I could do it alone, but it's better to have backup," I shrugged. "Plus, you refuse to ride in my car."
"Because I'm not a cheater," the green eyed Winchester interrupted me.
"And we can't take your car, they've already seen it there at the museum," I explained further.
"Whatever," Dean muttered before leaving the room.
"He'll get over it," Sam grumbled.
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We had been waiting for an hour before the security officer posted at the entrance of the parking lot had presumably taken a bathroom break, heading into the museum momentarily. I took the chance, starting up Diane and gunning it into the parking lot. I turned off the engine, letting her coast as we approached the building and rounded the corner. Parking her behind the building we waited in the car for a few moments, listening for any sign of the officer being wise of our intrusion. "Well, let's get this show on the road," I said to Sam. I walked up to the back door with a small number four in the top corner of it, remembering the officer from the gala stating the one I had went out being door four. I waited as Sam came up behind me, him keeping an eye on the parking lot as I pulled the sleeve of my jacket down to cover my hand before gripping the handle. I said a little prayer as I pulled on the door, hoping like hell the tape had held up. I nearly jumped with glee as the door cracked open freely, no alarm sounding. "Yes!" I whispered out my celebration. "You stay at the door, I'll get the bracelet," I instructed Sam, knowing my smaller frame would be easier to hide from the security cameras inside. I slid up against the wall, making my way to the corner until I reached the safe that held the prized possession. I pulled my lock picks from my back pocket and moved to the lock only to find that there was already something inside of the keyhole. In the dimly lit room, I could see a shiny object and quickly realized it was the end of a broken key. Using the lock picks, I assisted the broken key in sliding where it needed to go and listened to the mechanism inside unlocking. I sent a special thank you to the sky while I opened the box and grabbed the turquoise bracelet, sliding it in place on my wrist before covering it with my sleeve. Sliding against the wall I made my way back to the door where Sam was still standing. "Got it," I whispered to him before carefully removing the tape from the door and latching it in place.
"That felt too easy," Sam said as we approached Diane.
"Really?" I asked, looking off past him and seeing a dirt bike I hadn't noticed when we pulled into the lot.
"Winchester," a British voice came from the wooded area. I jumped, pulling my gun from my waistband and pointing it at the figure that was now emerging from his hiding place.
"Ketch?" Sam asked as he squinted at the form.
"Yes, your big brother called me," he answered.
"Silver," I demanded. The man looked at me then back at Sam before producing a knife from his pocket and rolling up a sleeve. He dragged the blade across his skin before folding it and placing it back in his pocket.
"Why would he call you?" Sam asked.
"Do you honestly think you could go on a recon mission without your brother?" Ketch asked Sam, raising an eyebrow at him. "He followed you, said he watched someone leaving the museum after you guys had already gotten into the parking lot," Ketch paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He said the officer at the post is searching all vehicles before they can leave."
"Which means we can't leave in the car," Sam interrupted him.
"Precisely," Ketch nodded.
"I'm not leaving Diane here," I protested.
"Then give me the bracelet and I'll ride with Ketch," Sam suggested as he rounded the rear end of the car.
"No," I said sharply, glancing at Ketch with weary eyes before looking back at Sam.
"Why?" Sam was puzzled.
"Because if Sketchy McSketchpad turns on you and tries to take the bracelet you won't shoot him," I stated, "I won't hesitate."
"I'd shoot him," Sam said, furrowing his brows, but his tone betrayed his words.
"Sam," I sighed, "I'm going with him." I grabbed my keys from my pocket, shoving them into his chest. "Not a scratch on her," I said, locking eyes with him so he knew I was serious.
"Meet us at the gas station on the corner. Your brother is there waiting for us," Ketch told Sam as I turned to walk toward him.
"Come on, Alfred," I said, shooing Ketch to walk ahead of me to his bike.
"Was that a Batman reference?" Ketch asked as I climbed onto the bike behind him. Without answering him, I wrapped one arm around his waist and put the other in my pocket, holding the muzzle of my gun against his side. "Is that a gun?"
"No, it's my penis," I answered him, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Are we going to get the hell out of here or not?"
"Hold on, sweetheart," was the last thing I heard before he started the bike and sped off through the woods.
~.~
Dean was parked behind the gas station, leaning against the back of his car as we pulled up next to him. I hopped off of the bike quickly, my finger still on the trigger of my gun that was still aimed at Ketch. I walked backwards, keeping my eyes on the British man before my ass bumped into something and Dean's hand grabbed my upper arm. "I like this one," Ketch smiled to Dean.
"Yeah, she's growing on me," Dean replied from behind me as his fingers flexed on my arm. I turned my head, looking over my shoulder and realizing the object I had bumped into was him. Dean flashed me a lopsided grin, "You get it?" he asked, releasing my arm.
"Yep," I replied. "Easy as pie."
"Sounds good," he smirked again as I moved to step aside and rest against the hood of his car next to him. I pulled my phone from my pocket, bringing up an app. Surely Sam should've met us by now. I stared at the screen waiting for the picture to load. "I don't think right now is the time to Youtube," Dean said, looking at me from the corner of his eye.
"It's my car camera, jackass," I rolled my eyes at him.
"You have a camera in your car?" he asked, astonished.
"There is no length that is too far when it comes to Diane's safety," I shrugged as the picture came up on my phone. "Just trying to find out what's taking Moose so long." The split screen views, one on the driver's seat and the other facing out in front of the car, allowed me to see that Sam was still sitting at the guard's post as he discussed something with the man. I watched as Sam gave the man a nod before putting the car into drive and taking off from the post. I was just about to close out of the app when something caught my eye. I pulled the phone closer to my face, my stare intense on Sam driving. He glanced again into the rearview mirror where the camera was hidden, and my heart nearly stopped. His eyes were glowing. I sighed as I heard the roar of Diane approaching, stuffing my phone in one pocket and pulling my gun with the silver bullets from the other.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, sensing the change in my demeanor.
"Things just got messy," I mumbled under my breath as Diane rounded the corner of the building. Fake Sam parked the car next to the Impala and as soon as he emerged from the car I pointed my gun at him.
"What the hell, Jackie?!" Dean nearly shouted.
"That's not Sam," I growled out as I narrowed my eyes at the impostor.
"Jackie, it's me," the shapeshifter said, giving me those puppy dog eyes Sam was so good at giving.
"Bullshit!" I barked out, aiming my gun at his leg and letting off a silenced round. The bullet landing just where I wanted, grazing the side of his thigh, making the monster whine and grip at his leg before looking back at me and growling.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean groaned as he jogged over to Ketch's bike and started it up. "I've gotta go find Sammy."
"Check the parking lot, this guy was in the car before it left the guard's post," I shouted, keeping my eyes on the stupid ass that had chosen the wrong group to fuck with. "Come on, asshat. We're gonna have ourselves a little walk," I seethed at the shapeshifter, motioning to the woods with a tilt of my chin. Dean took off in a hurry, heading the same way Ketch and I had came. I led the Bogus Sam into the woods, "Lose the suit," I demanded as we got far enough into the woods. I heard the crunch of feet behind me and pulled my second gun from my waistband, moving slightly so I could aim it behind me, "Take another step and I"ll shoot."
"It's me," Ketch's voice said calmly.
"Again, another step and I'll shoot," I repeated, keeping my eyes on other gun on the shifter.
"You can't kill me in this form," he chuckled.
"Get my Sam off of you," I growled.
"What are you going to do if I don't, it's not like you can shoot me," he grinned devilishly.
"You're right. I don't want to leave behind a body that looks like Sam," I said in my calmest voice, narrowing my eyes at him. "But don't take that as weakness." The shifter snickered and my anger flared to extreme levels. Placing the gun that I had pointed on Ketch back in my waistband after hearing Ketch's footsteps retreat, I turned my body fully towards the monster. "Now," I growled, "Strip the skin!" I could feel my blood boiling as my rage hit a new high from the grin on the shifter's face growing. I let out a deep growl as my hand began to shake and the head of my blood was replaced with ice cold fury.
The smile on the shifter's face fell as terror washed over Sam's features. "What...What are you doing?" he questioned as blood began dripping from his eyes. I lowered my gun, watching as he fell to his knees and letting out a scream before exploding into bits.
I looked down at myself, picking off the bits of flesh from my jacket. "What the hell?"
"Jackie!" Dean's worried voice came from behind me with rushed footfalls. I turned looking at him, my puzzled face matching his as he took in my appearance.
"Sam?" I breathed out.
"He's fine," he answered. "He took quite the hit in the head, but nothing new there." He shrugged and then looked over my bloody appearance, "Are you okay?"
"He just...exploded," I said, looking back at the monster's remains splattered everywhere.
"Where's the bracelet?" Dean asked as he tentatively walked up to me. I pulled up the sleeve of my jacket, showing him the bangle, then it dawned on me that that was the hand that had started shaking right before the shapeshifter started crying blood.
"I think there is still some go-juice in this thing," I said, pulling it off of my wrist and holding it cautiously between two fingers.
"Remind me not to piss you off until that this is put away in a safe place," Dean murmured as I walked by him. I shot him a glare before heading off to go back to Diane.
I threw the bracelet in the glove box of my car before walking over to give Sam a hug, "Glad you're okay."
"I told you getting this thing was too easy," Sam chuckled as he patted my back.
"Let's get this thing back to the bunker and put away before Jackie turns someone else into a Galaxy Note Seven," Dean joked as he opened the driver's door to Baby. "Ketch, thanks for the help, man," he nodded to the British man.
"It was my pleasure," Ketch cooed as he looked over at me and then back to Dean.
"Down, boy," Dean grunted, "Dibs have already been called."
"You do realize I'm not an object you can just acquire because you want it, right?" I objected sassily.
"Oh, believe me, I know," Dean retorted before climbing into the Impala, shutting his door, and giving me a wink.