The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation
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Chapter Eight
o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o
Alex was… I don't know where. She was missing. That's all I knew.
So I stepped into action.
I shot out of the shower and changed into dry clothes before stuffing some of our ammunition (which was safely locked in the gun cabinet) into a duffle bag.
I ran out of the house and got in the car. It took me five minutes to get to Jess' house (normally it would take twenty).
I didn't even bother doing the special knock; I barged in and ran straight for the kitchen.
"Alex is gone," I panted once in there.
"What," Dad asked, standing up from his place at the table with his grandkids.
"Something took her." Dad glanced at Dean who shared the same look.
"That's it," Jessica said and stood up from her place at the table. "I'm coming with you guys. I left it up to you all but now…"
"Jess," Dad scolded her gently. "What are we going to do with them?" He gestured to my kids and Chris.
Jess thought for a second. "I have a friend. She knows about this stuff. She'll help. I'll drop them off." She started to walk upstairs, but Dean stopped her.
"I'm coming," my brother said. "I want to make sure that place is salted."
Jess glanced at him before nodding and saying, "Sam get the kids' bags. They're in the living room. I'll get Chris'."
She walked upstairs before Dad commanded, "Will, it's time for you to go home." Will looked up at the Dad before nodding.
"Yes, sir," he said. Wow, Jess must have trained him. He got his stuff and left without a fight.
"Sam," Dad said and turned to me. "We're going shopping."
o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o
Okay, Alex was missing. The kids were staying at another hunter's house. Sam was getting his kids' bags. Jess was getting Chris' bag.
Chris' bag.
The necklace was in there. Crap.
I wanted her to find it, but… now was just the wrong time.
"I'll be back," I blubbered to my Dad and Sam before running upstairs.
I shot into Chris' room. There she was.
She didn't move so she must have not heard me come in. "Jess?"
She turned around, the box in her hand. She found it. Just great. There was a small tear in her eye.
"Dean," she asked. "Was this from you?"
I bit my lip and searched her eyes for any sign that she wanted the answer to be 'yes'. Finding none, I decided to tell the truth. At least that was better than Will getting the credit. "Yeah."
She put the box down gently on the floor before standing up. It took her two strides to walk over. She wrapped her arms around my neck before kissing me. It took me a few seconds to reply, but I did so happily.
Gently but sternly, she pulled me out of Chris' room and into hers. She locked the door behind us.
We shouldn't be doing this, especially with Alex missing… but, it just… it was the right thing. Being inside of her was what I was supposed to do right now.
I think it took a total of fifteen minutes for all to be said and done (ya know, the whole 'haven't had a woman's touch in a while' took a toll on me).
o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o
My back was to his chest as he kissed my temple.
Being with him right now was the right thing to do. It just felt right. But I was with Will. I shouldn't be doing this.
"Oh God," I whispered.
"What's wrong," he asked gently as he moved a piece of hair from my face.
"I can't do this," I told him and got out of bed, starting to put my clothes back on. "I have a boyfriend. I can't be with you."
He sighed and got out of bed on the opposite side, starting to put his clothes on too. "Why Will," he asked – probably rhetorically. "What does he have?"
I buttoned my jeans as I answered – even though my answer was more to remind myself instead of tell Dean, "He's sweet and loving. He's kind… and he's my boyfriend."
Dean shook his head as he put his shirt on and grabbed his boots. "And I'm just the play toy," he said angrily as he left me in the room alone.
I slipped my feet into my running shoes and quickly went into Chris' room. I grabbed his bag and threw some clothes in there.
I shot down the stairs only to find Dean and the kids. The bags were at the door with a small note saying that John and Sam had gone ammo shopping.
I glanced at Dean who wasn't looking at me. He was grabbing the bags and throwing them in the trunk of the Impala.
God, I really messed up this time.
o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o
I'm wet and cold. I'm wet and cold and tired. And I'm not with Sam.
Those were my top problems right now.
But other ones included: I'm hungry, tied up, in a foreign area, and not very happy.
Right now my hands and feet were tied and I was blindfolded. Not fun.
From what I could tell, I was in some type of room. It was really dark… and cold.
A door was opened and closed. There was… one… two sets of footsteps.
A male voice asked, "Why can't we kill her?"
A second male voice answered, "Because Father says not to."
"Screw Father. We brought him back!"
"Calm yourself, Lucas," the second voice said. So the first voice's name was Lucas.
Lucas responded, "You know you want to kill her. Let's just do it!"
The second voice responded, "She's protected. You know that."
"The stupid boy," Lucas spat. "She's under his protection. Why'd we take her then? Why not his children? Rick, this is doing nothing!" So the second voice was Rick.
Rick answered, "Sam loves this one and his children more than anything. But he doesn't know she's protected. For all he knows, we could be killing her right now. It's tormenting him. Every second she's not with him, he's dying a little more inside."
"But why not take the children," Lucas stressed.
"Father makes the decisions, you know that."
"I just don't understand him."
"Sometimes it doesn't make sense to me either."
Lucas sighed. "Let's just do this and leave. The girl won't remember a thing if she's asleep."
Rick responded, "I'll hold her still, you do it."
Two hands grasped my arms – it must have been Rick's – while another set of hands poked at the veins by my elbow. What were they doing? Trying to give me a shot?
I wanted to struggle, but didn't. One, because I was powerless without a gun or something – even though I could use my powers, but they weren't working too great for me lately. Two, because it was one against two. And three, because I was tied up.
I felt a needle enter the vein in my arm. "There," Lucas said. "That'll hold her powers for awhile." After Lucas finished administering the shot, the two men/demons/whatever they were left.
I used hunter technique to put together information I had gathered.
They were holding off my powers with shots. Maybe one of them went undercover at the hospital and gave me a shot while I was admitted. That would explain my powers not working when I was with Sam.
I was protected. By Sam. The kids were protected by him too. That was good. I think.
Sam was dying inside without me. While that was nice to know in an 'angst romance' kind of way, it wasn't good. If his morale went down far enough, they could easily kill him. He wouldn't even fight back.
And why were they keeping me alive? That didn't make sense at all.
But one thing was for sure – I needed to get out of here.
And soon.