Chapter 7: The Truth

Oh my god, I am so sorry guys! I haven't been able to work on this story for a while. To make it up, this will be a bit longer than my other chapters. Also, this story will be in Jason's first-person perspective from now on.


It's been about a month or so since the whole office fight. Today I've decided enough is enough. That's why I'm standing in Bobby's basement performing a summoning ritual.

"Cas, get you're feathery, lying ass down here NOW!" I yelled, and I heard a flutter behind me.

"Hello, Jas-" I didn't even give him time to finish, since I already had him pinned against the wall with an arhcangel blade against his throat.

"What. The. HELL, Cas!" I yelled. "First off, you lied to us. There wasn't anything in there to turn humans into monsters. Second off, thanks to you, Jazz got hurt. Bad. As in, she's just now being able to walk on both of her legs. Now, you better have some damn answers."

"I am sorry for what happened, Jason," he said calmly. Way too calmly. "I had no idea what was going to happen. If I knew about the demons, I would've helped-"

"You've helped enough already, don't you think?" I glared right at him. "Leave. Now."

I turned around and heard the fluttering again. I knew he was gone, so I didn't need to turn around. Jazz called from upstairs.

"Jason, is everything okay?' she called. I smiled when I heard her. Seriously, nobody's ever really cared for me like she has, and I've never cared for anybody more than I care for her. Funny how that works out.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just dropped some stuff."

I hear a car drive up from down here. There's only one car engine I know that sounds like that. I bolt up the stairs and run to the door. Sure enough, Bobby's out there saying hi to Sam and Dean. Jasmine walks up to me.

"Who's the short one?" she asked, and I totally forgot she hasn't met Dean yet.

"Come on, I'll introduce you."

I take her outside, and the brothers look at us. Dean kind of stares at Jazz, while I notice Sam looking at us with a smirk. Yeah, that's right Sammy. I guess you're a psychic. Dean come to give me a weird handshake-hug thing, and that's when we both realize I'm taller than him by a few inches. Thinking about it, I haven't seen Dean since Sam "died".

"Hey there, kiddo. Well, not kiddo anymore. Who's the babe?" Dean asked with a grin. I'm half tempted to punch him.

"Dean, this is Jasmine. Jasmine, Dean. Sam, you've already met her."

Dean glares at Sam. Guess Sam didn't tell Dean about seeing us.

"Of course. A pleasure as always, Ms. Thomas." He kneeled down and kissed her hand, at which point she blushed. I felt my cheeks get warm. Why, I don't know. Jealousy, maybe? But why would I feel jealous towards Dean and Sam?

"So, what's up with you guys?"

"Well, we've been dealing with a creature called Eve, who's basically the mother of all monsters."

At this point, my mouth dropped open. Mother of all monsters? What are these two up to lately?

"So, what? Do you want us to help?" I really hope they say yes. It's been a while since I've seen these two, and it'll be cool to catch up.

"Actually, yeah. There's this place we think could be a monster hotspot, and we could really use your help."

Thank you, Dean-o. Both Jazz and I ran up to our rooms and starting throwing together our bags. I grabbed a few clothes, my phone, my Game Boy, and the gemstone along with a notepad of scribbles. So far, Bobby hasn't seen anything about a "gem of Samson" in any bible or history book. I did my own investigation. Thanks to high school chemistry, I knew a few techniques about figuring out what it was element-wise. Turns out, this thing shouldn't exist. No terrestrial element is in this. No, I'm not saying it's alien…but if it is, I'm looking for the TARDIS.

After I finished packing, I ran out to the Impala. Jasmine was already in there talking to Sam and Dean.

"-and the blood from the vampire's neck just sprayed all over him. He had a mental breakdown for an hour and didn't stop until he took a shower!"

Great, she's telling them about the Richmond case. Never going to hear the end of that. We started to pull out, and then we were off. Dean popped in a Van Halen track and started jamming, with Sam just staring at him with annoyance. Jazz grabbed my hand. I looked at her and we both smiled. Sam noticed.

"I knew it," he said, and Dean turned down the music.

"Knew what?"

Sam points at me and Jazz, who were now as far apart as possible, both of our faces beet-red. Dean laughed.

"So uh…how long?"

I didn't say anything. Jazz was the one who spoke up.

"About a month, Dean," she said. I was surprised at how calm she was. Then she decided to throw a curveball right at is nuts.

"And I'm happily having his child."

The car got really quiet after that, and Dean turned back on his music. Sam just sat there with a confused look on his face. I just looked at Jazz and she winked at me. We couldn't stop laughing.

A few hours later…

We got to where we were going. It was an abandoned mill. Joy. Every horror movie I've seen involving a mill didn't end well. Then again, I'm living in a horror movie. Dean pops the trunk and gives each of us a weapon. We're all about to walk in when Dean grabs my shoulder.

"You two go ahead. We'll be out here for a bit. Call if anything happens."

He faces me. I can tell by the look on his face, he's pissed.

"Did you seriously get her pregnant?"

"No! That was a joke."

"Do you liker her? A lot?"

"Y-yeah. Of course."

"Well, I'm not going to lie, she's cute. And nice. Now, you're lucky to get a girl like her, but if you hurt her or if she gets hurt ever again, I'll blame you."

That escalated quickly. Now that Dean was done, we walked into the mill. It was super creepy, with sawdust and rusty saws everywhere. We were about halfway to the middle of it when we heard screaming. Dean pulled out his gun and cocked it, while I unsheathed a machete. The source of the noise was a part here they stored lumber. Jazz was shooting at a shadow creature, which obviously wasn't effecting it. Sam was on the floor, a trickle of blood going down his forehead. I swung the machete at what I'm thinking is a ghost, but nothing happens. That's weird, because the machete has an iron blade. Well, that rules out ghosts. And most everything I know. Dean shoots at it and ends up hitting the wall opposite of him. Then the thing rushed towards Jazz and passed through her before disappearing. She shuddered, and dropped to the floor. We all rushed towards her. Jazz's eyes look glossed over, and they were changing to a dark grey color. It looked like she was having a seizure.

"Come on, Jazz. Don't do this," I told her, and she looked over at me. Her hand went to that locket she wears. I grabbed it and noticed it has a cap on it. She pointed to it and nodded. I unscrewed it and pointed it at her. There was a sound coming out, like a chorus of bells. Then there was a flash. When it disappeared, Jazz looked fine. She also happened to be floating a few inches above the air.

"Wha-what?!" I yelled, and she nervously laughed.

"Yeah, heh… I have some explaining to do, don't I?"

Both Dean and I nodded.

Meanwhile

In a dark chamber, a shadowy creature, not different from the one who attacked the hunters, simply stood, waiting. Then, it's red eyes glowed intensely.

"She has been located."

The shadow passed through the door in his chamber and was soon out in the open, heading towards his prey.

That Night

We were all sitting in Bobby's living room. I sat next to Jazz, while Dean and Bobby sat on the chairs. Sam stood there, holding up an ice pouch to his head. Jazz started to talk.

"So, I haven't been exactly truthful with you guys. My parents were Starcatchers, members of a secret organization made to protect this."

She held up her locket. "Stardust. It's a material from space able to heal any wound and give people flight capabilities for a limited time. Another organization, called the Others, has been looking for it as well. Over the years, our group has been at war with theirs. My parents were only two of the casualties. Now, most of the Starstuff resources are destroyed. Only one large amount is left, but no one knows where it's at. The best places to guess where it's at are London, an African nation, or somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. I'm one of the last members. Finding the location of the last batch is what I need to do. Since I've told you this, will you help me?"

We all sat there thinking. I was the first to agree, with Bobby agreeing quickly after. Sam and Dean said they could help when they weren't busy dealing with Eve.

Jazz smiled. "Thanks guys. Now, the first thing we should do is-"

All of a sudden, there was a huge rumbling sound, like an earthquake. Jazz was petrified in fear.

"I should've never used it. He can feel it. He's found us," she cried.

"Who?" I asked, and she pointed out the window. In the sky was a large patch of darkness, like a splotch of black ink.

"Ombra."


Oooh, cliffhanger! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I might be able to have another chapter up by next week or so, I have no idea. Thanks to everbody who's reviewed so far.