The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Did anyone catch the reference to House, M.D.? Last chapter in Sam's POV – go look! Lol. Enjoy! And thank you for all reviews and hits:)

Chapter Six

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

Jess and I ran upstairs, her ahead of me. We had to get everyone out of the house. And quick.

She stopped dead in her tracks when we got in the hallway. I almost slammed into her. "What the hell?"

"Will," she whispered. "He's the demon!"

I thought it over. It seemed possible. "Where is he?"

"With the kids!"

I got in front of Jess and peered around the corner. The Devil's Trap was in use. But not with Will. The woman had dark yellow eyes and brown hair in a braid, which hung freely down her back. She was wearing a black, tight tank top with arm stockings that went to her elbows and looped around her thumbs. She had black, tight jeans on with a large belt buckle. Black running shoes were her choice of footwear.

"Winchester," she growled. "Come out; come out, wherever you are."

I rounded the corner, gun raised. "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" Jess followed.

"Still not with Jessie," the demon taunted. "Such a shame. Your next child with her would burn on the ceiling like Mommy dearest did back in the '80s."

I tightened my grip on the trigger but wouldn't pull it. This girl was the only thing that could tell us where the real demon was.

"What do you want," I asked it as Jess put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed. She must have known the demon's comment hurt.

"How about we have proper introductions," it said. "Life wouldn't be complete without them. I'm Sandra." Her eyes glowed darker. "You're Dean. The woman next to you, the one you want, she's Jessica and a telepath. Great power, huh?" I knew Jess cringed. "As for the people behind that door," Sandra said and pointed to Chris' room. "We have Will, a human that the telepath is in love with. Doesn't it hurt, Dean? Just knowing the only woman you love is in love with someone else?" I didn't answer. "Think that over. As for the children, they're powerful. Thomas, the medium. He's of no use to my Father now, but he will be later. Mary, the telepath. She's of little use to us. I was told to murder her in her sleep. Lucky that human got her to safety first, huh? And then we have little Patrick, the one with telekinesis. He's of some use; I was told to take him too." Sandra snapped her fingers. "They would be gone. Just like that. You would've let little Sammy down." She smirked. "But the other one I was told to kill… the one that you and the telepath conceived… I was told to torture him. Make him die slowly."

"Shut up," Jess screamed.

"Hit a nerve," she asked Jess before turning back to me. "Well, Daddy always did say you had an interesting family, Winchester. He always took a fancy to that Alex-girl. But when little Sammy married her… well, let's just say she's protected. But, Jessie… oh, no. Jessie's mine for the taking. Daddy will like the prize I brought him."

I pulled the trigger. She wasn't going to tell us where the demon was. She was just going to taunt us.

And no one taunted my family.

The demon fell to the floor, dead.

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

Horrors. That was all the demon was talking about. And that's all the demon would talk about.

"Jess," Dean said as he lowered the gun. "Don't listen to her. She was just trying to scare us."

I hugged Dean and whispered in his ear, "Some of it was true."

He sighed. "We can stop it."

"I know we can." And I went into Chris' room.

Will was holding the gun, ready to shoot and all four kids were huddled in the corner behind him.

"Baby," I said. "It's okay. She's gone." Will lowered the gun and the kids ran to me. I knelt as they hugged any part of me.

We were lucky.

I heard Dean walk in behind me. "I'll re-salt the house." He left to go downstairs. I looked up to Will and saw the terror in his eyes. He was staring at the ashes of what used to be Sandra.

I had explaining to do.

Dean had set up the salt lines again. While Dean and I tried to get the little ones to sleep in the living room, Will set up two makeshift beds next to the kids. One for him and me and another for Dean.

Finally, the kids settled down, letting the guys and I go into the kitchen.

"Coffee," I asked them as I went around to my new coffee/tea maker.

"Please," Will said while Dean just replied, "Whatever you're having."

Will grabbed a chair and Dean sat at the opposite side of the table. I could tell Will wasn't sure what to think about the situation.

I made Will his favorite coffee – pumpkin – and made Dean and I English Breakfast tea. I walked over and put the cups in front of their respective person.

Dean took a sip. The look of disgust on his face was hard to miss. "What's this?"

I smirked. I had forgotten he didn't know I switched from coffee to tea since I had Chris. "Tea," I answered.

"Why," he asked and gently pushed the cup away from him.

"If you had been around," Will said. "You would know she started to drink tea while she was pregnant."

Dean looked away from us.

I tried to lighten the situation, "Its okay, Dean. Would you like coffee instead?"

He wouldn't look at me. "No."

I sighed. "Will, leave him alone. He has a valid reason for being gone, okay?" Will tried to defend himself but I cut him off by talking to Dean. "Dean, I'm going to make you coffee. Regular?"

His eyes met mine and it communicated 'thank you'. "Yeah."

I started to make it as Will asked, "What happened upstairs?"

I shared a look with Dean before explaining, "Will, before I met Dean and even while I was dating Dean, I was a hunter." Will was about to ask what I meant when I continued. "I used to hunt supernatural things: demons, ghosts, vamps. You name it, I killed it." Will looked like he was trying to process this all as I continued, "I used my powers to help with it. I'm a telepath. I can read minds." I sighed. "Dean's a hunter and so were Sam and Alex."

He accepted it. My mind abilities were telling me he was okay with all this.

I knew I liked Will for a reason: he was open-minded.

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

I called Dean and Jess, but got no answer. What could have happened to them? Surely, two skilled hunters weren't taken out in one shot?

No. That couldn't be.

I came back into Alex and Taylor's room. Alex had curled up in a ball in the chair next to Taylor's bed. Both Winchesters were asleep.

I smiled to myself before walking over to the chair and gently picking my wife up. I sat down in the chair and placed her in my lap. Her legs were covering mine and the side of her head was on my shoulder.

I carefully grabbed the extra blanket that hung on the side of Taylor's bed. I laid it over my wife and me before pulling Alex closer.

When had life become so complicated? Right now, everything was as messed up as it could be. Taylor was in the hospital with a demon after her. Dean was visiting for the first time in three years – and he still hadn't told us where he was for the last thirty-six months. Alex was in the hospital because she blacked out from emotional upset and a vision. The Demon was back. It was after my family again.

Family! I haven't called Dad!

Careful to keep Alex in my lap, I pulled out my cell before hitting speed-dial number three. (Dean was one and Alex was two.)

"Sam?" Dad's voice was on the line within two rings.

"Dad?"

"What's wrong?"

I let out a little laugh. "What do you mean?"

"You're calling me an hour before midnight. Something's wrong."

Now would be a good time to explain. "Yesterday morning…" Oh, God. Was it only a day ago? "Taylor was admitted to the hospital. She got really bad and Alex passed out, so she was admitted too. When Alex woke up, she said she had a vision: the Demon's back and its after Taylor."

"Where are the kids?"

"Jess has them at her house."

"Is Dean there?"

"He's visiting. I told him to help Jess."

Dad continued, "Where are you now?"

"The hospital with Alex and Taylor."

"Stay there. Give me," he thought. "Six hours." I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Now's a good time to break out the rock salt."

"Already done, sir."

I could see him smiling. "I'll get there soon."

"Have a good ride, Dad."

"Funny, Sam," he said before I hung up.

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

When I woke up the next morning, Taylor was still asleep with a zillion machines hooked up to her. Sam's head was backward and he was snoring slightly, a little drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. He must have put me in his lap, because I was sitting in his lap with a blanket wrapped around the both of us.

I was up and I wanted someone to talk to. So Sam would be waking up.

Careful not to wake Sam, I positioned myself so my head was above his. I put my mouth over his and let my tongue slide in.

He woke up pretty quickly, because I felt his responding. When he pulled away, he asked, "What was that for?"

"You were asleep," I said. "And drooling." At that comment, he quickly swiped at his mouth, successfully getting the drool.

He smiled back at my smile.

"Go get a room," a voice said. "I heard the trauma room is empty today."

I looked up and Sam turned his head toward the door.

There stood a forty-looking man with a cane. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was Hugh Laurie.

"And who are you," I asked him as he limped in the room.

"I'm here to save your daughter," he said as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "And I really don't want to see you two love-birds conceiving another one." I watched him, waiting for a name. "Oh, fine," he said. "Ruin the fun. I'm a playgirl model. Want to see?"

I bit back a little laughter from his sarcasm.

"Are you Dr. House," Sam asked.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "There goes the fun of the mystery." He watched Taylor while saying, "Let me explain how this works. My assistants in crime will be in and out working on your daughter. Don't cause them any bodily harm or they might quit on me and that would be no good. We're going to need a full medical history. Talk to your pediatrician. Sound easy? Good."

He started to walk out of the room but stopped to add, "And watch out for the blonde doctor. He's feisty."

And he left, leaving me and Sam speechless.

"I like him," I commented.

"I don't," Sam countered. "He's sarcastic."

"He's to the point, Sam. He's not going to send us around in circles."

"You win."

I smiled triumphantly. "We keep him?"

"Yeah."

I smiled again before snuggling into Sam, the same position as when I was sleeping.

We sat there watching Taylor for about fifteen minutes before something eventful happened.

"How is she," a voice asked from the doorway.

John was here.

Sorry for the long Sandra talk in Dean's POV. I needed it to get some 'between the lines' secrets out. As for Dr. House, well, he's an add-in. Definitely will not be kept in the story. And this is NOT going to be a cross-over. I just thought it would be cute if he were to come and make an appearance or two. After all, he has good humor. :) Also, did you catch the end of Jess' POV when she mentioned a reason why she liked Will? Yup, she's stuck between two men. Such a shame. Lol.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Stay tuned for the rest of the story!

Also, I might not be able to update as frequently. Definitely count on a few chapters from now until the 22nd. And after the 22nd, count on a few more - updated MORE frequently.