The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Chapter Ten

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

Sam led me to Alex's office. On one side she had papers, a desk. The normal office stuff. But the opposite side held potions, spell books, anything that a witch would have.

"I call herbs," I told Sam. Books would not be fun.

Sam nodded in agreement and started scanning the books for anything out of the ordinary.

"So explain you and Jess," he said as he read over a book.

I was picking at the herbs in the corner. So far I hadn't hit any pigs' feet.

"It's none of your business, Sam," I told him.

"You want to tell me, just get it over with."

"I do not want to tell you."

"Do too."

"So what if I want to tell you?"

"Then tell me," he replied and picked up a new book.

I moved to the second batch of herbs. "We hooked up this morning. Then she kissed me when we dropped off the kids. And she kissed me outside."

Silence. "And you're not a couple?"

I sighed again, "I don't know, Sam. She's still with that prick – Will."

Silence. "Oh."

"I'll keep you posted," I said as I started to look at the pre-made potions.

"Yeah."

"Find anything," I changed the topic.

"A protection spell. But you have to do it during intercourse…"

"Well, she do it," I asked.

"Uh-"

"Sam, we're both guys of legal age. Not that big of a deal."

Sam turned away from me. I could tell he was blushing. "Uh… You have to use some type of potion. But it can be added into food to mask the taste."

"Anything else?"

"She'd have to say a spell before and after…"

He was beating around the bush. "What are you leaving out? Or do you want me to get Jessica in your mind and let her read every fantasy about you two?"

"No," he defended, turning to me. "No, I'll tell you."

I made a face that said 'spill it'.

"To make the spell work, you have to conceive a child on the day the spell and potion are used."

"You have conceived three kids, Sam," I pointed out.

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

"Yeah, I know," I replied. "But how did Alex know we'd have Patrick?"

Dean shrugged, "Jess tell her? She want another one?"

I wasn't sure. "What'd you find?"

"Nothing," Dean replied and picked up a few potion bottles. "These catch my eye though." I gestured for him to continue. "This one," he said and showed me a little bottle with a purple substance in it. "Is labeled 'crystals'. This one is labeled 'birth control'." The second one was for a joke – I hope. "Maybe she's sleeping with the neighbor." I shot Dean a look. "Or not. Maybe she didn't want an encore of Patrick." He smiled a little too wide before taking the hint from my face. "And the third is duplicated. There are four of them, each has a name: Tommy, Mary, Taylor, and Patrick."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you think they do?"

"Should I take the wild guess or you," he asked me. "I mean, come on Sam. Even you should be able to know what birth control means."

He received another look before I seethed, "The other ones Dean."

"Right," he replied before looking around. "When Dad was missing, there was something in his journal about crystals. They can be used for protection circles."

I couldn't help myself, "Uh – duh?"

It was Dean's turn to send a dirty look my way. "The circle can be activated by a brew. You drop a little bit on one of the crystals and bam – you have instant protection circle."

"How are we supposed to find the crystal? Alex has them all over the house for good energy." Yeah, we stopped hunting, but good energy brought about a few good things… good family, good friends, good health, good sex…

Dean smirked, "Watch and learn, little brother." He walked into the foyer and picked up a crystal Alex had on the table. He dropped some of the liquid on it before it shimmered. The shimmer went away and it returned to a regular crystal. "It works on any crystal – as long as they're in the house of protection. Most commonly found in the foyer."

Why didn't I think of that?

And why did Alex worry about that?

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

"John, something happened," I told him, looking up from the laundry I was folding.

We had stopped at Evelyn's house and checked on the kids. Everything was good there. Then we stopped at my house and scanned it once again before retouching the salt lines.

"What," he asked me from the counter. He was making some lunch for us. Hey, we were hunting – but we still needed to eat.

"I'm not sure. But they found something too. And it's not good."

He dropped the knife on the table, grabbed his gun from next to the sink, and cocked it. "Let's go."

He walked in front of me and we made it to the slider before I felt sick.

Not just sick as in someone around me was hurt. Not sick as in the flu sick. Sick sick. That kind of sick.

I ran to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet. It all came out.

"Jessica," John asked from the doorway. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said. "I just… this whole case…" It was very easy to lie to him. I couldn't lie all that well to Dean, but his father… it was like… kissing Dean. Way too easy.

"Are you going to make it? I don't want you messing up the case," he said seriously but nicely.

"I'll be fine," I told him. I would. I just needed to go to the OB/GYN when this was all over. And soon.

He nodded, "Let's go." He gently put his hand on the back of my neck and guided me out of the bathroom. He brought me to the car and opened the passenger's door.

For some reason, I felt like I had to tell him. "John," I said, while looking down. I didn't want to tell him to his eyes. "I think I'm-"

"I know," he replied. "I know." Maybe I wasn't that good of a liar to John.

"I think it might be… I think it might be Will's." This time, I wasn't lying.

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

I had just managed to untie my hands. I just had to pull them away from each other and the rope would fall to the floor.

Yay for me!

But I heard someone coming, so I wasn't too fast in doing that.

I heard the door to the room open and someone or something be pushed to the ground. "Be good," a voice mocked. "You don't want another child, right?" It laughed and slammed the door.

I freed my hands and took the gag from my mouth. "Sam?"

I got a grunt in response. I quickly untied the cloth around my eyes and freed my ankles.

"Sammy," I asked and jumped over to him. I knelt down and untied his eyes. When he saw it was me, he tried to struggle to help me, but I stopped him by untying his hands.

I started to unfasten his ankles while he took the gag out of his mouth. It took him a second but when he did get it out, he was… whoa. "Alex," he breathed before kissing me. And hello! I should leave him a little more often.

"Sam," I said when we pulled away as he loosened his ankle ties so he could kick them off. "What'd you find out about the demons?"

"Answer me first," he said. I nodded. "How did you know something was going to happen?"

I sighed. "I didn't. But you've seen how we live, something was bound to happen."

"So you have a crystal safe circle set up around our house," he asked. I nodded. He smiled, "God, I love you." And gave me another kiss. "What about the bottles with the kids' names?"

"It binds their powers. I figured if something was after them, we could bind their powers and the threat would stay low until we could kill it."

"And the protection spell? It was in your spell book."

"I don't use all those spells, Sam. Some of them I haven't even looked at."

"So the protection I have with you and the kids?"

"All yours," I said with a smile.

He smiled again, "I love you." And gave me another kiss. This time he left his hand on my cheek. "You didn't need to hide this stuff from me though."

I shook my head. "I didn't. You were never home. And when you were, you were with the kids or working or with me…"

"Yeah, I know," he said. I was never too comfortable talking about it. At least seriously. "I'm sorry. I promise to take time out of work when we're done with this."

I gave him a weak smile and kissed him. "I love you."

"Yeah, I know." He smiled before getting up and helping me get up. "What have you pieced together?"

"They're giving me shots to hold back my powers. The kids and I are protected by you. They wanted to make you miserable because then they could kill you. Something must have changed because they took you too," I rattled off. "What'd you find out?"

"Same thing," he sighed but stopped short.

We heard footsteps coming toward the door.

We weren't going to have time to get tied up again.

We were screwed.