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"Are you okay? I've been trying to call you for months?!" I frantically pass my hands over his body to make sure he is alright, which when you think of it is ridiculous…he's an angel for crying out loud. Cas stares at me with his usual blank expression but in his eyes I see a faint trace of fondness.
"I have not heard you calling. I came to see if you were alright."
"Yeah…no…I don't know Cas. How come you didn't hear me?"
"I do not know."
I hear loud pounding footsteps rushing to the bottom of the stairs and see all 3 men staring up at us, panic slowly slipping off of their faces.
"I'm fine guys…Cas just scared me a little."
"You are not pregnant." Cas says as a statement, not a question. I quickly avert my gaze back to Cas to see the confusion on his face.
"No I'm not. Why does everyone keep saying that?"
"That is not possible. Your powers are to be linked to each child you and Dean have. Four separate powers to four separate children."
"FOUR?!" Dean and I shout at the same time. Dean scrambles up the stairs to stand beside me, the same panic stricken face he has I'm sure mirrors my own.
"Yes. Four." Cas looks between us with the same blank expression, not understanding the reason for our stress. "How many powers have you received?"
"Huh?" My brain isn't processing any further past the knowledge of four children. Who in their right mind has that many kids with a man that is never home, much less doesn't have any real money.
"Your powers. I can see the aura of them around you but I need to know what you can do so far." Dean sees my struggle and steps in the best that he can.
"She, um, she sees things sometimes…like when she touches someone and she's been talking to Mom and Dad somehow." He looks to me for confirmation and I dumbly nod my head, my mind a million miles away.
"Visions and spirit communication."
"What are the other two that she's supposed to get? How much worse does this get?"
"She will be able to see into the future and she will also have the ability to manipulate the elements through thought." I look around at everyone's faces, seeing them all be shocked at the new information. I feel Dean wrap an arm around my shoulder, not realizing my breathing is becoming a little erratic.
"Your mother's line is very strong and very old. Most of your ancestors were killed during the witch trials in Salem, but one remained hidden and was able to carry on the line, resulting in you. You are one of the more powerful witches in your line by birthright. However, you should not have received any powers until your first pregnancy. It takes time to learn control and time for your body to adjust to the new changes that come with the powers, each stronger than the last. At the rate you are developing without any children is rather concerning."
"She's a witch?" Dean tightens his hold on me as Sam climbs the stairs and takes hold of my hand, giving a gentle squeeze. Oh my God…witches are bad, right? Dean and Sam have killed witches before…holy shit…
"Yes. There are differences in witches by birthright and witches gaining powers through spells." Cas has continually stared straight into my eyes this whole time. "Do not be afraid Jennifer. You are not evil, that is not your fate. It was one of the many reasons you were chosen to be Dean's soulmate."
"Why is a hunter matched with a witch?" My voice is quiet but I feel the uneasiness in Dean's body as I ask the question.
"Not a hunter and a witch. Just Dean and Jennifer. You were chosen by the angels to be a soul mated pair before either of you were born, to create a family destined to fight evil. Your children will be angelic vessels and hunters with great power."
"That's why we're soulmates? So I can give birth to four vessels for you to use?" My tone is harsher than I meant for it to be but, if it bothers Cas he doesn't show it.
"Jennifer, I said one of many reasons. I know you question why. I have heard it in your mind many times before. No matter the plane of existence, soulmates or not, you always find a way to each other eventually. You were just meant to be. The soulmate bond just cemented the fact and made the connection stronger between the both of you. I chose this existence for the both of you very carefully, as I have seen the outcomes of all the planes."
"Whoa now, wait a minute…I'm getting a headache." Dean starts to furiously rub his face with his hand before stepping away from me, starting to pace. "Planes of existence? Soulmates? Four kids? Witches? This is…is…bad Cas. We've ganked witches before and now you're telling me I married one?" As soon as the words left Dean's mouth he looked at me apologetically before I stepped away from both Dean and Sam, letting go of Sam's hand and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Baby, I'm sorry, that came out all wrong…" Dean grabbed a hold of my shoulders and my body automatically tensed and it felt like I was being stabbed all over my body at once by hundreds of knives, making me collapse and the top of the stairs in pain, screaming before everything just went black.
Opening my eyes I realized I was laying on someone's bed, in a completely unfamiliar room. First thing I noticed were weapons on the wall to my right and above my head on the wall and a shelf. On my left was a dresser and a chair. On the dresser I noticed several pictures but I was almost afraid to move. I had no idea where I was or whose clothes I was wearing. I was wearing jean shorts and a brown t-shirt that I had never seen before. Running my hand through my curls was another mistake I made as something on my hand caught in my hair. After some gentle maneuvering I looked at my hand seeing I was wearing my wedding rings which is odd since I haven't worn them in several months now. Another thing was my hair is definitely longer than it was before. I recently got my hair cut to be a little longer than shoulder length, and now running my hands through it I can feel that it is almost to the middle of my back. What the fuck is going on here? Gently I get off the bed and pad my feet over to the dresser to look through the pictures. Several pictures I have seen before of the Winchester family, some including myself with the 3 Winchester men, or just Sam and Dean. Then there are some I have never seen before of just Dean and I. We look happy in all of the photos, loving. One picture that catches my eye is of Dean and Sam sitting on a couch in a room that almost looks like a library, and me lying down across both of their laps, an Asian kid standing behind the couch and a blonde woman with an arm around the Asian kid. All of us are smiling happily and before I can really analyze anything else or question the other people in the picture I hear the sound of the door opening, causing me to the around quickly seeing Dean walk through. Dean isn't wearing the same clothes either and he looks little older, hair a little longer. Dean is still wearing jeans but he is wearing a black t-shirt with a maroon button up shirt over the top.
"You're awake." He says while he shuts the door and eyes me warily.
"Yeah…how long was I out?"
"I dunno…couple hours maybe. You okay?" He slowly starts to walk towards me.
"I have no idea…what's going on?" He stops and stares at me a minute before he gives a smirk and starts chuckling in an odd tone I am not used to hearing from him…it's almost evil sounding.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm wearing different clothes, I have my rings on, I have insanely long hair all of a sudden and you…you look a little different, older kind of…and where the hell are we?" He just smirks and closes the distance between us, effectively trapping me against the dresser, holding my face in his hands and tilting my head up to make sure he keeps me where he wants me.
"So this is what you saw? I almost forgot about that…welcome to your newest fucked up power babe."
"Huh? What are you talking about Dean?" I bury my hands into his shirt, fisting the fabric to remind myself this is happening.
"The future…you can now see the future. The fun ones that are interactive for ya, now I don't wanna give too much away though. Now if memory serves…you're trying to kick my sorry ass to the curb right about now, right?"
"Dean…don't start please. Help me…how do I get out of this?" Dean just smirks at me before crushing his lips to mine in a brutally hungry kiss which lights my blood on fire. Feeling his tongue run across my lips I freely grant him access and feel his tongue dart into my mouth and massage my own causing a moan to erupt from me, pulling his shirt to force him impossibly closer to me. Hearing a deep growl in his chest I feel myself being picked up and roughly tossed on the bed, but before I can gain any coherent thought he is on top of me, pressing his hardness into my core and effectively trapping my face in his hands again. I feel both of his rings, cool against my skin bringing me back to some sort of reality again.
"Now that I've got your attention, sweetheart, this is about 6 years ahead of your life right now. We are where we live, nice and big place…safe. This is our room. No kids…we made a choice with Cas. When you go back, you're going to give me one of the biggest scares of my life and you are going to be in a lot of pain. Angels were dicking around again, not happy with the pace we were taking on the whole kids thing. Greedy bastards. As for in this very moment, there's something else you should know."
"What's that?" Dean is still holding me down underneath his body weight, my face held tightly in his hands. When he makes sure I am looking into his eyes he laughs and his eyes go from their normal beautiful dark green to fully black and my heart feels like it stops. Suddenly all I can do to freeze. I should fear for my life but I find that I don't as crazy as that seems. I do however, feel fear for Dean. Before I can ask any questions I suddenly get an image of a symbol flashed before my eyes, unfortunately the flash is too quick to really decipher or truly remember it. Dean's laughter brings me back to focus.
"Always did have a backbone with demons…don't worry…can't hurt you. Every time I think about trying to it feels like everything will break with you. Soulmate bonds apparently run deeper than just the soul since I obviously don't have mine anymore. Tattoo is still on my chest in case that's what you were wondering."
"How the hell did this happen. Is this really you?" I tentatively run my hands up his chest, neck, and over his face where I run my thumbs underneath his eyes which are completely glossy black pits.
"It's me baby..every bit of me." He emphasizes his point by rotating his hips into me, causing me to shiver and slightly arch my back. Demon or not, my body still reacts to Dean as it always has, feeling tingling throughout my body and igniting where he touches like his fingertips have electricity. "It's been four long months in this timeframe baby…wanna help me out with that before you go back? Pleasure before all that pain begins…" He laughs again seeing the indecision play out on my face. I know it's wrong but my mind and my body are playing at war with themselves.
"Dean…how do I go back?" Instead of answering me he starts to kiss down my neck to my collarbone where he runs his teeth over it, causing goosebumps to appear across my flesh. "Dean…" I meant for it to come out as forceful and instead his name came out breathy and drawn out. My God…how in the hell can my demon husband still make me react like I am 16 and this is our first time all over again?
Told you…soulmate bond runs deep sweetheart.
I grab Dean's face and look at him to see his satisfied smirk. "Yeah…neat trick for soulmates. We won't learn it for a while." We both hear another door close but it sounds far away from the room and we both look to the door, my face holds curiosity, Dean's takes on the persona of real evil causing me to shiver. "Sammy's home. Time for you to go. Word of advice, I'm gonna be a bit of a dick when you wake up for the next few days…don't take my shit. Now close your eyes and count down from 10 taking deep breaths and get ready for some pain." I close my eyes just like he asks and count down from 10 causing my whole world to turn black again.
I wake up abruptly gasping for air and sitting straight up looking around, seeing everyone around me stop what they are doing to rush over. I'm back at Bobby's house. I quickly look Dean over and grab his face in my hands and start crying.
"Hey it's okay, I'm right here." Dean rubs his hands over my arms, back and hair trying to calm me down. "Tell me what happened."
"It was the future…I could interact. I mean…I was me, not just seeing me like a movie but I was in my future self. Dean you were a demon somehow." Everyone freezes and looks at me with looks of confusion. "I'm not crazy, I'm telling you, you were a demon. You weren't possessed, it was just you."
"Okay…alright. Just breathe for me, okay? One problem at a time. We figured out why you're getting bombarded with all this stuff now."
"Yeah…angels are pushing it."
"How did you know that?" Sam asks me but I can't bring myself to look away from Dean's eyes, waiting for them to turn black again.
"Dean told me."
"No I didn't."
"Not you but the future you."
"Demon's don't help people Jenn."
"You did…something about soulmate bonds…you couldn't hurt me even when you thought you could."
"So that explains the teeth marks that suddenly showed up on your collarbone then, right?" Dean asks in a disbelieving tone and it's the first time I look away from him, completely confused and run to the mirror to see the bite mark and start of a hickey right where Dean had been earlier in my vision.
"That's not what you think Dean…" I turn around and stare at him nervously to see if he understands my point without having to explain, and he doesn't get it.
"Then what was it. I don't like this whole going to the future with physical consequences bullshit!"
"You well, no, the future YOU kinda sorta tried to get me to have sex with you…it's a hickey…" I don't chance looking away from Dean to anyone else out of sheer embarrassment but I do hear Sam snickering and the look on Dean's face is priceless.
"That son of a bitch!"
"Dean it was you! What are you going to do, kick your own demonic ass?" Dean ran a hand frustratingly into his hair and all of a sudden I dropped to my knees, the pain from before returning tenfold causing me to not be able to take an intake of breath. I hear yelling going on around me but can't make out any words. Trying to take another breath all I hear is gurgling and feel a burning in my chest before I violently start coughing up blood all over the floor causing small puddles that seem to get larger by the second. I feel myself wrapped up in someone's arms but I can't seem to open my eyes as the pain causes my body to curl inward, more blood spewing from my mouth. The rich iron taste causes me to gag, expelling even more. I'm dying. That's all I can think before I feel cold fingers to my forehead causing everything to go black once more.