The Winchesters, The Psychic, and the Fixation

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Chapter Fourteen

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

Sam and I hid in the kitchen while Dean calmed Jess down.

"Since they obviously didn't figure it out," I told Sam as he sat across from me. "Let's do it. How are we killing this thing?"

Sam shrugged. "We could exorcise it."

"I have a feeling all human remains in the body it's using are dead."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Sam commented.

"Don't want to be caught with a dead body." Sam was in agreement. "Can we use a spell maybe?"

"Too weak," he countered before noticing my glare. I wasn't a strong enough witch? "No! Alex, that's not what I meant."

I smiled with a small chuckle. "Yeah, I know."

Silence fell over the kitchen until Jess and Dean walked in.

Her face was red from crying as she grabbed a seat. Dean walked over to the fridge and got some type of prescription drug and a water bottle.

He placed two white pills and the bottle in front of Jess before taking a seat. "What'd you figure out," he asked, not looking at Jessica as she took the pills.

Was he ignoring her? Great, just great.

Instead of her breaking him, he was breaking her. Perfect.

Sam answered, "I think if we go into the house and act like we have a great plan, then the demon will get nervous."

I picked up, seeing where he was going with this. "If it gets nervous, it's just like any human – capable of being easily possessed or in this case, exorcised."

Dean nodded. "I like it."

"What if it doesn't get nervous," Jess suggested. "Or what if it's still too strong."

"It's worth a shot," Sam said. "We can always bail and come back with another idea."

"Let's give it a shot, Jess," I said. "If it doesn't happen, we can leave and come back here for another plan, okay?"

"I just don't want anyone to get hurt," Jess replied. "If someone gets hurt and we can't help them and bail – what do we do?"

"Figure it out from there," John said from the doorway. We hadn't noticed him there. "This is the best shot."

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

"But it runs on luck," Jess countered. "I mean it's a great idea and all – but there's too many loopholes and flaws I don't want-"

"Jessica," Dean interrupted harshly. "This is the only thing we've got. If you can come up with another ingenious plan, feel free. We're up for suggestions."

I saw Jess bite her tongue. She wasn't happy. But she had a right to be. What gave Dean the right to be so harsh?

"Alex," Jess said, ignoring Dean. "You're riding with me." She got up and left the table.

Alex sent me a little look before getting up and following her outside.

"Sam, get the car ready," Dad told me as he looked at Dean. Uh-oh. Someone was in trouble.

I complied, but hid outside, leaving the sliding door open just the right way so I could hear a little about what was being said.

"Damn it, Dean," Dad swore.

"What," he asked as if he didn't do anything wrong.

"Why do you have to be so rude to her?"

"You don't know anything about our situation, Dad."

"I know she's pregnant. And I have enough wits to know she loves you and you love her."

"Dad-"

"Dean, if I'm wrong and you don't love her, fine. But don't keep playing these games about coming back and then leaving. Because next time, I'll make sure she isn't there. She shouldn't have to put up with your selfishness."

I quickly ran to the car because I heard Dad coming. Apparently, he stormed out.

While I remember having a small talk with Dad about Alex before we got married, he never yelled at me like that. And he never interfered with our relationships. He just didn't see where he fit in there.

But when Dad yelled at Dean… there was something different about it this time. It was almost like Dad was telling Dean what he should do in this case.

Dean came out a few seconds later. He got in the passenger's seat of the car and slammed the door.

He noticed my glance and just replied, "Drive, Sammy."

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

When we got to Sam's place, we all got out of our respective car and met at the Camero's weapon's locker as Jess handed Alex a gun and got one for herself.

"Sam," Dad said. "You're saying the exorcism." He handed Sam a piece of paper that was pulled out of his journal. "Alex you go with him and back him up." Alex nodded. "Jessica, you're coming with me. We're going to make it nervous." Jess nodded. "Dean, you're heading to the attic. I want you to see if you can get it nervous from there. Here." He handed me a baggie filled with what looked like herbs. "They're harmless but if you act like they're meant to kill – I think they'll scare it. Everyone ready?"

The look was all around. Yes, we were. We had to be.

Dad nodded toward the house. "Let's go. Stay close."

Alex and Sam went in first and stayed in the foyer. That was probably the best place to say the spell unless they wanted to get in the center of the house. But if they did that then it'd be hard to bail in case they had to.

Dad and Jess walked upstairs with me. They stayed in the hallway before walking toward the bedrooms and just kind of going from room to room to see if they could find anything.

I headed to the attic.

Once in there, I just basically scanned the room, gun drawn. Creak.

I sure as hell didn't make that noise.

I spun around and didn't even see this thing before I was thrown into the wall. My gun ended up halfway across the room as I slid to the floor.

This demon – which looked like a spirit by the way – started to come after me. When it was right in front of me, I couldn't help myself. "You've got B.O., bitch."

That must've pissed it off because I was thrown toward the foldable ladder that's used to enter the attic. I fell down it and landed hard on my back. That hurt like a mother.

I looked around. It was gone for now. Good.

"Dad," I called, as I stood up. "Dad!"

"Dean?" He came running in, Jess close on his heels.

"It's here. It just attacked me."

"You okay," he asked as he got a spare gun from his person and gave it to me.

"Yeah."

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

Dean's eyes suddenly got wide. "Floor," he screamed.

John and I hit the floor as he shot three bullets over head. What the hell was taking Sam and Alex so long?

I looked toward the person… demon… whatever you want to call it. Three shots to the heart should've killed it. Right?

Wrong. Black smoke poured out of its nose, eyes, and mouth before the 'body' evaporated. Damn. The thing was getting away.

We watched helplessly as it swirled in midair for a few seconds before doing the unthinkable.

Possessing one of us.

Me.

I lost complete control of my body. Things were happening and I couldn't stop them.

o.0.o The Demon (in Jessica's Body) POV o.0.o

I threw John and Dean down the stairs, guns and all. Then I followed them – walking of course.

Samuel was scrambling to say that Latin chant but he knew it wouldn't work. They hadn't fazed me one bit. Good try Winchesters.

Alexandra – what a pretty one – was an easy target. I disarmed her and threw her into the wall, holding her in place there. I did the same thing to Samuel, putting him right there next to Alexandra.

I turned to John just as he tried to shoot me and tossed him on the opposite wall.

Dean. He was next.

He was just so easy to hurt. Jessica was upset with him and he was mad at her. Not the best weather to go hunting in.

Jessica struggled against me when I hurt John, Samuel, and Alexandra but when I hurt Dean, she calmed down. It was almost as if she wanted me to hurt him. I mean, I could tell she didn't but… she just didn't fight as hard with Dean.

So I threw him against a third wall and smirked. "The great Winchesters. I never thought I'd have the pleasure."

Dean, being the smart ass, remarked, "How was hell, bitch?"

I laughed. "Ask your girlfriend." That got him mad. How could I send his dear Jessie to hell? It was always fun to toy with the Winchesters. Not so much Samuel – because I needed him. But for Dean and John… the protective trait the two possessed was just… so easily manipulated.

"I'll kill you," Dean growled, trying to move against the telekinesis restraint that held him against the wall. "I swear to God, I'll kill you."

I just laughed. I was holding all the cards. I was going to win.

The Winchesters were going to die before the day was over.