A/N Thanks to Kegel the ever wise one! For all your help

Disclaimer: I own nothing Cindy and Jaxs are my characters

Chapter 3

Dean held Cindy as she shook; great tremors ran through her body, her breathing labored as she fought to remain in control.

Jaxs and Sam shuffled into the room; Jaxs was rooted to her spot by the door. Seeing her sister losing control was a very scary thing for her.

Dean looked at Sam and said, "Take Jaxs home. I will stay here." Sam understood the hidden message in his brother's words. Take care of Jaxs. Sam took Jaxs by the shoulders, turned her around and left the room.

Jaxs was frozen; the events of the night seemed to leave her cold and dazed. She did not remember the ride home, or Sam asking her for her keys to get into the house. She did not feel his hands sliding into her jeans to pull her keys free.

Once they were inside, Sam locked all the doors, ushered her upstairs, and pushed her into the bathroom, turning on the tap to fill the tub.

Jaxs was thankful he was telling her what to do because if it were up to her she would sit on the floor and completely freeze over.

Sam waited until she was soaking in the tub, before he went down the hall to the main bathroom and took a quick shower himself. He walked to his room and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts.

He stopped in and knocked on Jaxs' door, "I am going to make some tea, get your pjs on and get into bed," he called out.

A few moments later Sam entered Jaxs' room and found her sitting on her bed, her face pale. He put down the mug of tea and went to her. "Hey I made you so tea," he said, touching her shoulder.

When Sam got no response he knelt in front of her and cupped her face forcing her to focus on him.

"Jaxs," he whispered, "Cindy is fine" he said, it was at the mentioning of her sister's name that did break her. Tears slipped out and down her cheeks, sob's ripped from her throat.

Sam did the only thing he could do, which was pulling her close. He wrapped her in his arms. Sam stood up bringing Jaxs with him. Soon he was lying in her bed, Jaxs cried herself to sleep. All she knew was that she felt safe and warm within Sam's arms.

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Dean sat quietly as the doctor examined Cindy, his eyes never leaving her face.

"You are very lucky your boyfriend reacted as quickly as he did," the doctor said as he pulled the hospital gown from her shoulder to examine the wound on it.

"She cut herself when she fell through the table?" he asked Dean, looking at him for a moment before turning back to the wound.

"Yes, after she passed out," he said, not moving from his spot. The doctor checked for any infections and recovered the wound.

"32 stitches to close it, I think the cut is too jagged to be glass but if you said glass that is what it must be," he said, once more looking at Dean.

"You're very lucky Cindy, a few more inches to the left it would have disfigured that lovely art work you have on your shoulder," the doctor said as he retied her gown closed.

Cindy looked at the older man. "I want to go home," she said. The doctor looked at Dean and said, "I don't think that is wise for now."

Cindy shook her head, "Dr. Phillips, Dean has done nothing wrong so please stop looking at him as if he had committed a crime. I made a mistake on my pills, if it was not for him and his brother there is no question in my mind what would have happened to me. Now if I am not in any immediate medical danger, I would like to go home to my bed and give this bed to someone who needs it."

The doctor held her gaze for a moment longer and said, "Okay, I will get the nurse to draw up your papers." He turned and left.

"Thanks," Dean said, not moving, watching her flip the covers back and sliding from the bed. "Cindy, your IV," he said, seeing the plastic tubing pull on the bag.

Cindy sat back down and removed the tube from her hand like an expert. Once on her feet she asked, "My clothes please."

Dean finally moved; he reached for the bag under the bed. "They cut your shirt off," he said, just as Cindy pulled out her mangled shirt and bra.

"Wonderful," she said, blinking back tears. This had been one hell of a day and it was getting worse by the minute.

Dean took off his jacket and removed his outer shirt; he had a white sleeveless undershirt on. In one fluid movement he removed it from his body and passed it to her.

Cindy felt her mouth go dry at the sight of his muscle-toned chest, she mumbled thanks and headed for the washroom.

Once inside the room she locked the door. Her whole body pained her. She took a moment to look into the mirror. Her face was a pasty white, and she had deep dark circles under her eyes.

"You're not going to win," she whispered to her image, anger gave her strength. "Do you hear me you, son of a bitch? You're not going to win."

The nurse came in and stopped seeing the bed empty. "She is in the bathroom," Dean offered with a smile.

Cindy chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom. "You should have waited," the nurse said, taking her arm to see if she had done any damage to her hand.

Cindy listened as the nurse ran through the antibiotic she would take to fight off any infection. "You are to follow up with your doctor in a weeks time to remove the stitches." With a smile at Dean the nurse walked out.

"Let's go," Cindy said, not looking at him. Dean stood up and together they walked down the hall to the elevator.

"We will have to take a cab. I sent Sam home with Jaxs," Dean said, waving his hand to the parked cabbie. Cindy gave a nod and allowed him to take charge.

The ride home was silent; Dean tried not to notice her firm breast and how the material of the shirt stretched around her bosom.

Cindy sighed as she unlocked the door to her home. She dropped her bag and went to the kitchen. Dean watched her open her fridge and pull out a beer.

Cindy opened the bottle not caring that she should not be drinking and took a long swing. She reached in to grab another bottle and passed it to Dean.

"Give me a second," she whispered as she went upstairs. Dean followed, not wanting to leave her alone. Cindy said nothing as he followed.

Cindy opened Jaxs' door, there she saw her sister fast asleep within Sam's arms. Dean softly whispered, "She is safe with Sam, he is a good boy."

Cindy smiled at that as she closed the door and walked down to her room. Dean followed. "Sam is a good man. He has kind eyes and his soul sings of goodness. He is hardly a boy."

Dean watched her remove her jacket. It was then his curiosity was satisfied. He saw that she sported three tattoos on her back. He watched her reach into her draw and pull out a pair of short boxers.

Cindy walked to her bathroom and quickly changed, she was too tired to be formal, with any luck he would leave her alone.

"Those are beautiful," he said as she walked out. His words were cut off as he saw she sported another two tattoos, one on each thigh. One was of a beautiful male fairy, smoking a pipe, the smoke interweaving with its wings. The other was of a long vine and leaf.

Cindy smiled, reaching down to take of her socks; he was not surprised to see a butterfly on one ankle and a sunburst on the other.

"Thank you, tattoos are my one and only addiction," she smiled. He walked over to get a better look at her back. On the right shoulder she had an old style roman chaplet, on the back of her neck she had a rock cluster and finally on her left a crest of some kind.

"What does it mean?" he asked, his fingers gently touching it. Cindy motioned for him to follow her back downstairs.

He took a moment to change himself and met her downstairs. Cindy was sitting outside, it was a mild night.

"In the center of the circle is the Roman numeral for the number four, the initials surrounding the circle are my mother's name, my father's, myself and Jaxs'."

Dean picked up his beer. "They are beautiful. I would have never pegged you for an ink junkie," he smiled.

Cindy smiled and propped her feet up, not saying anything.

Dean remained silent for a moment before saying, "I am sorry, Cindy. I had no idea."

Cindy went to speak but he held up his hand and said, "Let me finish, the problem here is, we have been here for almost two days and we still know nothing. I was trying to take it slow and earn your trust or at least have you feel comfortable, but we do not have that luxury. I won't have you die on my watch. You need to tell me what you know and we will figure out the rest."

Cindy listened quietly and after a moment she said, "Okay, I won't fight you. Just give me space when I ask for it," she said, putting down her empty bottle.

"Come on," Dean said, standing up and holding out his hand. She sat there for a moment starring at his hand, and just when he was going to drop it back to his side she took it.

He pulled her to her feet and together they went upstairs. "I will be staying in your room, just in case," he said, not looking at her.

Cindy said nothing, as she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and braid her hair. She walked back into her room; she could hear Dean in the main bathroom. She pulled back the covers and climbed into her bed, she sent a silent prayer to her parents to watch over her.

Dean walked in, wearing a pair of boxers. He walked over the lounge chair and went to sit, but Cindy stopped him.

"You can sleep here, Dean. The bed it big enough for the both of us," she whispered, pulling back the covers.

Dean stood still for a moment and walked over to the bed. He climbed in and got comfortable.

They laid in silence until Cindy finally asked, "Dean can you hold me please?" she whispered.

He said nothing but moved his arm, allowing her to scoot closer to him. Only when her head rested on his shoulder did he relax his arm on her body. He was mindful of her shoulder.

Dean laid there. He thought she had fallen asleep when he heard her breath catch. He did not move and forced his breathing to remain the same. His heart broke hearing her cry softly as not to wake him up.

Dean finally fell asleep, his body on alert should something happen. Cindy slept after her tears were spent.

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Sam was the first to rise. He slowly climbed out of bed and went to make some coffee. He noticed Dean's jacket on the sofa in the kitchen and found the empty beer bottles. After turning the machine on he made his way to Cindy's room. He smiled seeing both Dean and Cindy fast asleep.

"Is she home?" Jaxs said from her doorway. She felt like someone had run her over.

Sam gave a nod and closed the door. "Let them sleep," he said, walking towards her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked looking at her. He watched her struggle with a smile.

When that did not work, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "I am alive and breathing so that is good thing."

Jaxs walked back into her room. "I will be down in a few minutes," she said.

Sam's hand stopped her door from closing. "Can you wait on the shower? I don't want to wake them up," he asked quietly.

Jaxs' smile was the real thing this time around. "I just wanted to get some clothes on," she said. He expected her to close the door, but she surprised him by walking past him instead.

He watched her walk towards the stairs in her pjs and followed her. Once in the kitchen Jaxs pulled out a mixing bowl.

"I just make muffins," she said. "I don't have the energy to make breakfast." Sam smiled and pulled out eggs and milk passing them to her. "Blueberries please," she called out before he could close the fridge.

Sam left her to use the bathroom. He washed his face and ran his finger through his hair and pulled on the tee–shirt he had brought down with him.

"Do you need help?" he asked once back inside the kitchen.

Jaxs pointed to a bowl full of bananas and requested, "You can mash those while I get these in the oven." He watched her move around the kitchen as if she owned it. She hummed a soft tune while she worked.

Twenty minutes later the blue berry muffins were in the top oven, and she slid in the banana into the bottom slot. Jaxs loved her kitchen. Cindy had let her design it. There were two ovens built into the wall one above the other. The over top was built into the counter.

"Please sit," Jaxs told Sam. He smiled and sat down nursing his coffee just watching her.

The blond pixie pulled out an assortment of fruit and began to chop them into bite size pieces. She tossed grapes, cantaloupes, watermelons, and pineapples into a medium size bowl.

Jaxs pulled open a drawer and pulled out a tablecloth. She made her way to the table and removed the items on it. She spread out the cloth and returned for the bowel of fruit. Sam watched her pull out a tray and place four bowel forks, knives, butter, honey and whipped cream onto the tray. Those two were put on the table.

Jaxs reached for her coffee and sat down next to Sam. He hid his smile when she placed her head on his shoulder.

Dean felt Cindy move and opened his eyes; she was still fast asleep. He gently rolled over and looked down at the woman sleeping next to him.

She was beautiful her skin was flawless. Her eyes were almost almond shaped framed by dark long lashes. She had a mouth that deserved to be kissed often.

Cindy slowly opened her eyes, feeling someone stare at her. Seeing it was Dean she smiled.

"Morning," she said stretching, Dean bit down on his arousal as her back arched pushing her breast high. He grumbled a response and got up. Cindy slowly stood up from the bed wanting to get a feel of how her body felt.

Surprisingly she felt great. She walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and fixed her hair, pulling the curls free. Her hair was long just past her shoulder blades.

Cindy fingered the curls and muttered, "This will have to do." She reached behind the door for a shirt that hung on the back of the door. It had a built in bra. She pulled it on mindful of the bandage and walked out.

Dean had left to use the other washroom, Cindy walked down the hall and he walked out of the bathroom just as she passed. He noticed that she had changed her shirt. "I have to redress that shoulder," he said taking her arm.

"Please let me get some coffee first," she groaned causing him to smile. Cindy was rewarded with a smile from this dead sexy male.

Dean's hand traveled up her arm until it rested on the nape of her neck. Cindy was transfixed by the way he was starring at her. He pulled her a step closer to him.

He is going to kiss me, her mind screamed as she felt his breath fan her checks.

Dean did not care what would happen. All he knew was at this moment he wanted to taste her mouth.

Cindy moaned softly as his chiseled lips covered her in a soft warm kiss. His mouth glided over hers, familiarizing the shape and taste of her mouth.

After a moment he stepped back and smiled. "I am starving."

Cindy was still trapped in the kiss. She followed him down the stairs, her mind still on pause.

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Dean was the first to enter the kitchen. There he found Sam nursing a mug of coffee and Jaxs was pulling muffins from the oven. She had one tray already cooling on the counter. Cindy came in and went to help her sister who shook her head, telling Cindy to relax.

She returned and sat next to Sam who offered her a smile; Dean walked over to Jaxs and offered his help, which she took. Dean smiled as she scooped out the warm blueberry muffins into the basket. Everyone worked in silence. Once Jaxs and Dean were done, they moved to the table, and once everyone was seated Cindy looked at her sister and said.

"This is wonderful Jaxs. Thank you." Cindy reached for a banana muffin she broke it in half. Dean watched her she spread butter over the warm muffin.

"How are you feeling?" Jaxs asked as she filled her bowel with fruit. She scooped up some whipped cream from the tub and passed the bowl to her sister.

"Better. The shoulder is sore but good," Cindy said accepting the bowel. Jaxs did this for everyone.

"So where do we begin?" Cindy asked, not looking at Dean for some reason. She could not look him in the eye; her lips still tingled from their kiss, her mind a jumble to why he had done it.

"Sam and Jaxs will work on the boxes. They will pull out anything they think is important. You and I have some history to talk about," Dean said looking at her.

Nothing else was said and they finished their breakfast. Jaxs cleaned up and Cindy went upstairs to try and shower. She filled the tub up and relaxed. She could not get her shoulder wet so she just sponged her upper body.

Half an hour later she returned downstairs in a clean pair of shorts and new tee shirt. Dean cleaned her shoulder while she soaked her arm, then he tended to that as well. Once he was done, he left her for a moment. Cindy relaxed on the sofa. She brought her legs up and crossed them under her.

Cindy heard Jaxs laughing with Sam downstairs. Dean walked in carrying a bag he placed it on the table and Cindy felt a charge go through her body. Dean noticed her eyeing his bag.

"How did your mother die?" Dean asked getting to the point. He listened to Cindy tell a very similar story to his own. The only difference was that the demon went after her instead of Jaxs.

"Dad said the Demon touched you," Dean asked, watching her face.

Cindy gave a nod and said, "Yes, he did. He grabbed my arm. I thought he wanted Jaxs."

Dean cut her off by asking, "What did it feel like?" He sat forward looking at her face intensely. Cindy looked up at the ceiling.

"Like fire was running through my body, like I had been hit with a bolt of lighting. I don't know how, I got outside with Jaxs; my father must have carried me. I was convulsing and then nothing. I woke up three weeks later in the hospital," Cindy said her eyes being drawn back to the bag.

"You were out all that time?" Dean asked, noticing she was once again eyeing the bag.

"Yes, what's in the bag Dean?" she said her voice laced with fear.

Dean reached for the bag; he slowly unzipped it and pulled out a smaller case. He offered it to her, but Cindy shook her head. Her body began to tremble. Dean was amazed. He watched her eyes slowly change color. They went from chocolate brown to light amber.

"It smells of him," she cried lurching off the sofa and running into the corner of the room. Dean pulled out the burnt dagger and held it out to her; her eyes grew in color almost glowing.

"No," Cindy shrieked as the whole room began to vibrate, pictures fell off the walls as well as books from the shelves.

Sam and Jaxs bounded up the stairs yelling. Cindy felt her body charge as the mark the demon left on her began to burn on her upper arm. Dean was amazed as he saw the hand print appear on her flesh.

Suddenly Cindy shot to her feet and threw her hand out. The dagger was ripped out of Dean's hold and flew at Cindy who caught it.

The living room was a war zone; pictures lay on the carpet their glass covering shattered. Books and DVD's shook free as the walls vibrated with some unseen force.

They watched in amazement as Cindy's hands closed over the dagger, within a blink of an eye the burn metal turned to ash.

Slowly the room vibrating began to slow. Cindy closed her eyes as she fought for control. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and looked at Dean.

"Are you happy now, did my performance meet your standards?" Cindy turned on her heel and walked out of the front door, not before she grabbed her purse. A moment later the round of the mustang roaring to life came through the window.

"What the hell happened here?" Sam said, turning on his brother.

A/N

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