The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Chapter Eleven

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

We pulled into Sam and Alex's driveway only to find Dean searching frantically through his weapon's locker. While John shut down the truck, I got out and ran inside.

I knew what happened.

Sam had been taken to the same place where Alex was.

I knew what to do.

When Dean saw me running inside, he started to follow me. I could tell he was worried that the thing that took Sam was still inside. John tried to follow us.

"Jess," Dean shouted. "Jessica!"

I ignored him and continued to the foyer where Sam was taken. I stood in the same place the demon stood.

Dean came in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me there. "How'd-"

I shushed him and closed my eyes before concentrating. I saw the whole scene as if I was standing right there with the boys: Dean had just activated the crystal circle. Sam gave a small laugh at his brother before the… thing… appeared behind him. Dean tried to warn Sam as he drew his gun. But it was too late. The thing grabbed Sam and disappeared into God knows what dimension.

When I opened my eyes, John was in the room too.

"Where is he," the eldest Winchester asked. He must have figured out what was going on.

"With Alex," I answered, looking at Dean.

John nodded and disappeared outside, probably to get some type of weapon.

I watched Dean. His feelings were so strong I could barely keep from breaking down. He felt it was his fault that Sam was gone. He messed up. He should've been able to protect his little brother. If Sam dies, Dean knows it was because of him.

As if sensing I was getting his emotions, Dean commented, "Just stop. I don't want to talk about it."

"Dean…"

"Stop." His eyes told me to go no further. But I told myself otherwise.

"He's alive. He's with Alex. We're going to get him back-"

"Don't," Dean said, his eyes closed with anger as he made a small fist.

"He doesn't blame you." Uh-oh.

Dean glared at me as if I was the person who killed Sammy. Maybe I shouldn't have gone that far…

But before he could say anything, John came in with a book. "We're summoning the demon to us."

Well, this should be interesting.

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

Sam and I quickly looked at each other with the 'what to do' face.

He made the decision by signaling for me to hide behind the door. He got on the other side. When the guy/demon/dude came in, we'd jump him and manage to escape that way.

The door opened a second after we were in place.

Sam jumped him and I got the second demon that came in. Unfortunately for me, this one was a girl. I really felt like beating the crud out of a guy about now. Darn.

As Sam wrestled the guy, I gave the girl a few jabs. At first, I had taken her by surprise so she didn't know what was coming. I had the upper hand as I gave her a punch or two to the stomach and about three to the face.

But she caught on quickly and returned them faster than I expected.

She blocked several of my hits before giving me a good one to the jaw. I returned that hit with one that sent her head backward before kicking her in the torso. She fell backward onto the floor.

I had the upper hand once again.

I quickly grabbed the chair that they had tied me up to and smash it over her head.

She was out cold.

I looked up at Sam who had just finished his guy off with two good, solid punches to the face.

"Whoa," he said as he watched me give the girl her last blow.

"What," I asked. It's not like he hadn't seen me fight before.

"I forgot you could do that."

"Do what?" Hunt? Hello, I've been hunting since I could barely walk.

"Kill these things. I hadn't seen you do it in so long… I just…"

I let off a little laughter. "Sam, you and I both know that killing things is the thing I can do best."

"Well, that's debatable," he said with one of those smiles.

"Dean's been wearing off on you."

He rolled his eyes. "I thought so."

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

Jess followed Dad into Alex's office. She watched as he grabbed a book from the shelf and handed it to her.

"You know how to make a Wiccan circle," he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Do it." He looked over her shoulder to me. "Dean."

"Yes, sir?"

"Pentagram inside the Wiccan circle and Devil's Trap above it."

I nodded and turned to do his bidding. Jess followed me.

As she made the Wiccan circle (they were used for several things including offerings… and offering a demon was what we were going to do), I set up the pentagram. Contrary to popular belief, they held a lot of good power. They stood for protection by bringing good energies to your person. Then I made the Devil's Trap so the demon couldn't get out.

Hopefully, this would hold it.

As I finished the last of the Latin phrases, I quickly glanced up at Jessica. She was watching me. When I finished, she smiled. "You look sexy when you do that."

I couldn't help but smile. "Sucking up?"

She nodded, proudly, before opening and closing the Wiccian circle she was standing in (you have to be careful when leaving and entering them so you don't loose the energy) and walking over to me. She slid her hands up my chest. "Is it working?"

"Not really."

She got that twinkle in her eyes before kissing me, using tons of tongue. Now, it really wasn't helping her case. I mean, she didn't really have a case. I wasn't mad at her. I was mad at myself. How could I just let Sam get taken like that? But I was definitely going to play this 'I'm-sorry-I-got-you-mad deal' she had for all it was worth. "Now?"

I gave her a small smile before whispering, "Yeah." I pulled her in for a hug which she gladly accepted.

I think we were going to be alright this time around.

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

After being amazed that Alex could kick some butt – seriously, what was I thinking? – we snuck out of the captivity room we were being held in.

"Sam," she whispered before we rounded a corner. I turned to look at her.

"What?"

"Did they give you a shot?"

I thought for a second. "No."

She sighed in relief. "You still have your powers."

"And you don't?" She shot me a glare. "That was rhetorical," I quickly added. She gave me a little eye roll. "When does it wear off?"

"I honestly don't know, Sam."

"Right." I nodded. "Stay close." She nodded.

She grabbed my hand and we started into the center of the room. The place looked like a storage area. Things were in boxes. More things were folded up gently. Everything looked like… eerie.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"What," I asked her. She had stopped and since we were holding hands, I had stopped with her.

She pointed to a folded up crib in the corner of the room. "You don't recognize that?"

The crib was white with the small mattress leaning on the wall next to it. "Should I," I asked, looking back to her.

"That was Tommy's." She looked up to me as I looked back at the crib.

Then it all came together.

I knew where we were.

We were being held captive in our own attic.