Chapter III

I dove into the pool. God did it feel nice. The cool water rushed over my form as I swam laps. Half way through my laps I felt Sam enter the area. I looked up to find him lowering himself into the hot tub.

Good boy. I thought. I swam for at least an hour, then I joined Sam in the hot tub. God that felt even better. I was engulfed by liquid warmth. Only one thing could be better but we are not going to go into that. Anyway, as Sam and I sat in the hot tub, he just couldn't let something go.

"You really seem to know what you are doing." He said absently. I brought my head up from where it had been resting.

"I was a Field Investigator for the FBI, Sam. We went over this already." I said, not really wanting to delve deeper into my past. It was painful and dark.

"I know…. I know." Sam looked stressed about something.

"Sammy? What is bothering you so much?" I asked, facing him.

"It is just a side of you I know nothing about." He said playing with my hands. I cocked my head to the side.

"Sam?" He looked at me. "That is who I was." I paused straddling him.

"This is who I am." I kissed him. Not a needy kiss, but a reassuring one. One to tell him he had me for life. I pulled back and looked down at Sam. He still had his eyes closed.

"How did that go again?" he asked. I smiled and leaned down, kissing him again. He moaned against me. Which elected stares from the other hotel patrons. I smiled against his lips.

"Maybe we should take this upstairs." Sam nodded and we headed up stairs. I will spare you the …. intimate details that took up the rest of our night. But our wake up call came at its usual time. We were up and in the shower before Dean was even conscious. By 0700 hours we were at the department drinking coffee and going over what we had found with the Detectives. Well, minus the part about the possible possession parts. We started by looking at the warehouse. According to the electric companies the warehouse was still functional. Dean, Sam and I would head there. And Morgan and Patrick would head to the most recent descendent of Burdos.

Dean drove us out to the warehouse that was literally a hundred miles from the department. It took us the better part of two hours to get there. We all locked and loaded. Silver bullets, holy water, rock salt shells, all things that could hurt a spirit without killing its host, minus the bullets. Those were a safety precaution. It was a typical military entrance, we cleared the building in no time flat. There was nothing there. Just a bunch of creepy rooms and in the top was the area where he watched everything unfolded, waiting until the time was right. Then he would make his move. Take what he wanted and discard them like trash. It infuriated me to no end. I wished on some level that I could give him a piece of my mind. Little did I know that my wish would be granted.

You'd think I would have learned to be careful what I wish for.

When we returned to the station it looked like there was a party going on. I found Morgan in the chaos.

"Morgan!!" I called out. He looked at me with happiness dancing across his face.

"What is all this about?!?" I shouted over the noise.

"We got him!!" Morgan shouted back. I raised an eyebrow. Morgan took my arm and led me into a quieter room.

"Patrick and I showed up at the address. Burdos engaged us in a firefight. We won." Morgan to a sip of his sparkling something and continued.

"After he was killed we searched the house and found video tapes and pictures of all the victims from the past 20 years. Granted the kid was too young to have done them all himself, which makes me think it was some kind of family thing. Passed down or something like that." I nodded. That left one thing to do. Salt and burn the body or whatever the spirit had attached to. I pulled Dean and Sam aside and gave them the news. We agreed that we would head out later that night.

The drive over to the warehouse was quiet. As things normally were before a burning or a battle for that matter, although we weren't expecting a battle. Unfortunately that was what we were going to get. We knew that he was cremated, so there was something else that was a part of him that needed to be torched. The best thing we figured was line every level with lighter fluid and salt then set the whole damn place ablaze. It seemed like the best thing to do. Besides, Dean liked to watch the pretty fire, and this was bound to be a big one. We had just finished the last level when something went wrong. There was a massive pulse that left me feeling disoriented and dizzy. I fumbled for my gun, pulling it out. I felt for the wall and leaned against it for support. My body was not liking whatever just happened. My best would be that it was an EMP thing for psychics. I felt the cold wall against my back and I slid down it, fighting the darkness that was quickly over taking my world.

"Sam?" I called out weakly. "Dean?" I could only hear muffled responses and then my world went dark.

The first thing I remember was the over whelming smell of lighter fluid and the feeling of cold steel in my hand. I jumped awake, and I mean literally jumped. I was up and leaning against the wall when my head threatened to pop off at the sudden movement. It was far past dark and all I could see were shapes, my feline vision had been hindered by the pulse. I was breathing heavily and my heart was racing. I took a moment to calm myself down. I had no idea where Sam or Dean were. Let alone where we actually were. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of extreme disorientation. I holstered my weapon and took a deep breath, attempting to organize my thoughts. It was a lot hard than it should have been. I heard a soft moan in the darkness close to me. I fell to my knees and crawled toward the sound. I felt the hand first, then up the shoulder and up the neck and to the face. I felt horribly disabled with my abilities on the slow recovery. I had to rely on my other senses to tell who this was. He moaned again.

"Dean?" I asked. He groaned in reply. I felt him tense up as he attempted to sit up.

"Slowly, slowly." I grabbed him around the waist and supported his neck.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, holding on to my shoulders for support when the dizziness over took him.

"A psychic pulse of so kind." I said.

"I think." I was not actually sure what happened.

"Sammy?" he asked.

"I haven't found him yet. The pulse disabled my extrasensory abilities." I said.

"Wonderful.." We sat there in the darkness just listening. Slowly my extra senses were coming back but very slowly. Dean and I heard another groan that was close by. I jumped toward it and landed hard on my side.

"Careful tiger." Dean said, grabbing my ankle.

"Sam?" I called out. I felt a foot and my heart jumped. I felt my way up his leg to his hip, over his stomach to his neck. I draped my body over his.

"Sammy?" I felt up his neck to his face. I felt soft air from his nose and mouth.

"Jay?" God his voice was a heaven send. I felt tears. Damn emotions.

"I'm here Sam." I stroked his face.

"Dean?" Sam asked. Dean took his hand roughly.

"Right here, kiddo." Dean said, reaching for Sam's hand.

"We need to get out of here." Sam said, fear gripping his voice.

"Took the words right out of my mouth." Dean said. We helped Sam up. I could see small amounts at this point. Only shapes, nothing in detail. But I could tell a door from a window and up from down. That was about it. We headed slowly out. Dean's hand on my shoulder, Sam's hand on Dean's shoulder. We made our way toward the first door I found. My brain was still a little fuzzy, so all the time I spent memorizing the plans for the warehouse was of no good. We reached the door and when I touched the door the back of my neck began to tingle.