AN: Aaand things are back on track. As stated a few times previously, the story is going to go on as if the naughty scene did happen.
OOOHHHH MY GERD. DRAAMMMAAA.
Enjoy~!
Jasmine pulled into Bobby's driveway. While walking up to the porch, the gravel crackled. Gabriel grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles.
"I have to go and take care of a few things. I'll be gone for a couple days, it might turn into weeks. I'll do my best to pop in every now and then, okay?" He pulled her in for a hug.
"Is everything okay, Gabe? If you need help, you can always ask me you know," She looked up to him and kissed his cheek.
"Yeah, everything's fine right now. It's later that I'm worried about. I'll see you later today Blues," Gabriel disappeared from sight. Jasmine sighed, and walked inside. She heard crunching, and looked down. There was glass everywhere. She pulled out her gun, and took off her shoes, so she could walk around quietly. Then there was pain, and glass ripping through her clothes and skin. She had fallen to the floor.
"Jaz? Oh my god, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Sam helped his sister up, and brushed her off.
"Yeah, I'm fine. What happened? Is Bobby okay?" She slipped her shoes back on.
"Yes, he's fine. Meg's here. Come on."
Jasmine followed Sam into Bobby's living room. She saw a blonde girl strapped to a chair, under a Devil's Trap. Jasmine assumed that was Meg. Dean glared at Jasmine, and she smiled back.
"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean got up.
'He's gone again? What the hell? We just found him!'
"You didn't ask very nice," Meg sneered at Dean.
"Where's our father, bitch?"
"Geez, you kiss you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, wait, I forgot. You don't."
Jasmine growled in hatred, and lunged at Meg. Sam grabbed Jasmine by the waist before she could get too far.
"You think this is a freakin' game?! Where is he?! What did you do to him?!" Dean snapped.
"He died screaming. I killed him myself."
Jasmine turned around, and punched Sam in the gut, making him double over in pain. She faced Meg. Meg smirked at her. Anger filled Jasmine's vision.
"You fucking bitch!" Jasmine yelled out, and started punching Meg. Dean watched in amusement, and Sam once again pulled Jasmine away from Meg.
"That's kinda of a turn on. You hitting a girl," Meg spat out while Sam dragged Jasmine out of the room.
Bobby pulled Dead out of the room, and explained that Meg's possessing a human girl. So they decided to exorcise her. Jasmine called dibs at reading the exorcism.
"You gonna read me a story?" Meg looked at Jasmine with interest, or boredom. Jasmine couldn't tell which.
"Something like that," Dean smirked at Meg, "Hit it Jazzy."
Jasmine started reciting the Latin exorcism.
After a few death threats, Meg told them where their father was.
"Finish it," Dean glared at Jasmine, and left the room. She complied, wanting to send the demon to where she belonged.
Jasmine watched as they cared for the girl Meg possessed. After a few questions, she died. A few hot tears ran down her face. She went upstairs and into the bathroom to clean herself up a little. Gabriel was sitting on the counter. She jumped when she saw him.
"Just couldn't stay away could you?" Jasmine walked to the sink, and dampened a washcloth. Gabriel watched with interest as she wiped her face.
"Nope. Nonetheless, I'm drawn to you. I couldn't stay away for long even if I tried."
"Oh, right, the whole soul-grace mate thing."
"Yeah, but now that I've seen you again, I really should go. Just pray if you need me, Blues," He kissed her forehead and disappeared. His comforting energy left with him. Jasmine sighed, and walked downstairs.
Meg's vessel laid on the floor, lifeless. Bobby and Dean were talking in the kitchen. Sam walked beside her and squeezed Jasmine's hand.
"You'd better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here," Bobby walked into his living room.
"What are you gonna tell them?" Jasmine turned away from Meg's body.
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out. Here. Take this. You might need it," Bobby handed Sam a big blue, very old looking book.
"Thanks," Sam sincerely said to Bobby. They all walked outside after saying their goodbyes to Bobby.
Sam and Dean watched as Jasmine climbed into the backseat of the Impala. They got in, and Dean started rubbing the steering wheel.
"Don't worry, Baby. I won't let the mean girl take you again."
(JASMINE'S POV)
Dean stopped driving when we got to a bridge. He looked at Sam and got out. Sam turned to me and told me to stay in the car. I hated being treated like a child. Then I heard a voice I heard earlier. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Blues."
'Gabe? You okay?'
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, I need you to do something for me. This isn't me asking for help, this is me requesting you to do something."
'I'm listening.'
"Steal the colt from Dean. Keep it on your person at all times."
'Steal the colt?! Are you crazy? Dean would kill me!'
"Relax. Open your bag."
Jasmine reached down, and picked up her bag. Upon opening it, she saw the colt. Laying on an old sweater.
'You clever bastard.'
"Is that a compliment? It's not the real colt. It's a fake. You're going to switch the guns. The fake doesn't kill demon, it just stuns them like any normal gun would."
'Okay, I'll switch them while they're sleeping.'
"No, do it now."
'I can't do this is daylight, Gabriel.'
"Fine, they're getting in the car. I'll hopefully see you later, Blues."
"You're not coming with us Jazzy! That's final!" Dean yelled at me. Anger and hurt boiled in the pit of my stomach. It was red hot.
"Screw you! He's my dad too!" I stalked up towards Dean. He nodded at Sam, and the sound of duct tape ripping sounded through the air. Spinning on my heels, I looked at Sam. He was walking towards me, holding duct tape. Fear flashed through me.
"No, no, no! Sam please!"
"Sorry Jaz," He jumped towards me, and I quickly dodged, only for Dean to tackle me to the ground. Before I could flip us over, Sam grabbed my feet. Dean grabbed my arms, and they carried me to the bed. They each took rope and tied each of my hands and feet to the bed posts. They looked at each other, then back to the ropes.
"She can easily break out of that Sammy."
"Damn right I can! And when I do, oh you guys are going to regret this! I'm gonna kill you, you fuc-" Sam covered my mouth with duct tape. He gave me an apologetic look, and I glared daggers into his soul. Dean took the duct tape, and wrapped the rope with duct tape, so it's harder to break out of.
"This is for your own good, Jazzy," Dean snickered. I watched as they left me in the motel room, bound and gagged.
I pulled on the ropes, and felt them dig into my skin. A frustrated growl came from the back of my throat.
It's been about an hour, I think. The ropes were causing burns and the trickle of blood would tickle if my wrists weren't burning. I was gonna need help.
'Gabe, don't laugh. I need help. I'm alone.'
Laughter rang through the room. I looked up the best I could, and saw Gabriel red from laughing.
'You feathery bastard! Stop it. Just wait until I'm free, you prick. I'm going to take my knife and shove it up-'
"Whoa! Whoa, Blues! Calm down. You know, I kinda like you being tied up," He winked at me.
'Grow up.'
"Ah, fine. You're no fun," he walked over and untied my ankles. He rubbed his hands up my legs to my knees, sending electric sensations through my skin.
"Can I leave you like this?"
'No, hurry up. I have to switch the colts.'
"You still haven't done that?"
'No, I've been tied up. Still tied up.'
"Oh, yeah," he smiled at me. He climbed over, and straddled me. Reaching for one of my wrists, he told me that it would hurt. He ripped it off quickly like a bandaid. Right after, he wrapped his hand around it, making the pain go away.
'Why don't you just angel it away?'
"Because this is hotter," He winked at me. He held my wrist above my head, and reached for the other one. After going through the same process, he took both of my wrists in one strong hand. With his free hand, he reached for the duct tape covering my mouth. I had to admit, this was actually kind of hot.
"I agree," Gabriel winked at me, "last piece."
And with that said, the duct tape was ripped off of me. A yelp of pain escaped, and then nothing. My skin tingled as Gabriel cupped my face in his hands, while pressing his lips against mine. His tongue slide along my lips, and I parted them. Fingers tangled themselves into my hair, deepening our kiss. I pulled back to catch my breath, but that didn't stop him. A trail of light kisses was lead to my neck and shoulders. Every now and then, he would lick a spot, and bite down softly. A small moan sounded through the room, and I realized that it came from me.
His eyes snapped to mine. Within the golden hazel colour, was a fire burning with passion and lust. Then, as if the fire had been extinguished, he stood up and walked towards the door. I sat up, breathing heavily.
"Gabe, where are you going?"
"We can't do this here."
I stood up and walked over to him. My hand wrapped themselves around his neck, and pulled him down until I rested my forehead on his.
"I want you, here and now," I barely whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear it. His lips forcefully crushed against mine, and hands ran down to my waist. With ease, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him. Gently, but also roughly, he leaned us against the wall, with my back facing the room. He pulled me closer to him, and I could feel him through the pants we had on. A sense of urgency rushed through me, and my hands slide down to his belt. His hands trailed themselves to my rear, and they massaged there and my thighs. I finally had his belt undone, and started working on the button of his jeans, when someone cleared their throat.
It was as if time had frozen. I could feel Gabriel tense up, and we both looked over to the source of the sound. Dean, a badly beaten Sam, and a badly beaten up, sick looking Dad were in the doorway.
'I think you should put me down,'
"Good idea," Gabriel gently put me down on the ground, and did his belt back up. I smiled awkwardly at my brothers and Dad. Dean just raised his eyebrows at me.
"Hey guys, this is, uh,"
"Charlie. I'm Charlie, And I was just leaving," Gabriel interrupted, and grabbed his jacket. After putting it on, he bent down, and kissed my cheek. Saying our goodbyes, he left. Dean and a barely conscious Dad watched him leave. I looked closer at them, and anger pitted red hot in my stomach again.
"What the hell happened?!" I yelled at Dean, who looked less beaten up than the rest of them. When no one answered, I yelled out again.
"You should've taken me with you!"
"I'm starting to think so too, Jazzy. So what? You decide to get it on with a stranger, instead of helping your family?"
"YOU TIED ME TO A BED DEAN!" I walked away before I hurt someone. In the bathroom, I grabbed a few towels, and filled a bowl with water. When I walked out, Dean pushed past me into the bathroom. Then I saw the colt. It was in Dean's pocket.
'Great,' I rolled my eyes.
Turns out, Dad had a safe house near here. A small old cabin in the woods.
'Just like any ol' hunter, eh Dad?'
After walking in, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, goosebumps grossed my skin. I felt really uneasy, then I found out why. There was a powerful energy, almost as powerful as Gabriel's, except this was dark energy. Everything about the energy told me to leave. But, being a hunter, my curiosity got the better of me. Walking around the inside of the cabin, I realized it was bigger than I oringinally thought. A few bedrooms, a decent kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. When I say decent, I still mean old and run down, because it's an old and run down cabin.
My mind wandered, but eventually snapped to the colt. I cursed out loud, and spun on my heels, falling over.
'Gracefully, Jaz. Find Dean with grace.'
Hands grabbed my arms, and pulled me up. It was Dean. And he didn't look happy. But then again, when did he ever look happy?
"Jasmine. Go to Bobby's tonight."
"What?" I stared in disbelief, "No! That demon you're hunting is now hunting ALL of us! I'm not letting it chase me to Bobby's."
"Well, I think you're more than capable of handling Yellow-Eyes. You know, with the Colt and all," He said the last part coldly. It felt like my blood flow froze. Cold chills ran down my spine, and thoughts ceased. Slowly, my hand found it's way to wear I kept the fake Colt. It wasn't there.
'Oh no, no, no, no,'
"Looking for this, Jazzy?" Dean held up the fake Colt. I cursed out loud.
"So, you stole the colt. Who wouldn't? Hell, how do you think I got it? But, then I pulled the Colt out of my coat. Humour me Jaz, why did you have a fake Colt? Gonna switch them? Or just take both?" His face was getting red with anger. I knew I had to calm him down. Best way, is with a lie.
"Okay. I'll tell you. But don't jump to conclusions until I'm done explaining. I was going to switch them. So if the demons took it, it'd be the wrong one. I was just making a back up plan. It would work best if no one but me knew about it," I watched carefully as he considered this. He could burst at any moment.
"You're off the hook," He handed me the fake Colt, and walked away. The breath I didn't realize I was holding left my lungs. It was obvious that he was still mad at me. I sighed, but that sigh quickly turned into a small shriek. Sam put his hand on my shoulder, scaring me. There was a sad smile on his face. He followed after Dean, and shut the door behind him. I guessed that they wanted to talk in private. I'll never understand the brotherly talks.
Walking to the door, I quietly leaned against it.
"Man, I'm trying to say thank you here."
"You're welcome."
There was an unsettling silence. Then it hit me.
'If I switched the Colts... then Sam wouldn't be alive. Oh my God. Sam,' I decided to put a pin in it, and talk to Gabriel about it later.
"Hey Sam, you know the guy I shot? There was a person in there."
Dead silence. It was deafening. Finally, Sam spoke up.
"You didn't have a choice, Dean."
"Yeah, I know. That's not what bothers me."
"Then what does?"
"Killing that guy, killing Meg, I didn't hesitate. I didn't flinch. For you, Dad and Jazzy, the things I'm willing to do, or kill. It's just, it scares me sometimes."
Silence again. These boys would be good in soap operas. A voice rang through the air, one I wasn't expecting. It only added more to my thoughts about soap operas.
"It shouldn't. You did good."
'Dad? Wait, shouldn't he be pissed about the missing bullet?'
I let my mind wander about that, then the lights started flickering.
'Shit. He's here.' I backed away from the door, and grabbed the gun that I was familiar with. The fake Colt was shoved into my duffel bag. Walking into the room that they were in, I saw Dean. Aiming the Colt at Dad. I stood in the doorway. Frozen. Unable to help. Surely Dean had his reasons for threatening Dad.
"You stay back," Dean cocked the gun. Sam walked back into the room and froze as well. He looked at me, to Dean, and then to the Colt. His eyes went wide.
"Dean? What the hell is going on?"
"Your brother's lost his mind," Dad slowly put one hand up, trying to diffuse the situation.
"He's not Dad," Dean never looked away from Dad. That's when I found my voice.
"What? Of course it's Dad," I walked, and stood between Dad and Dean, but to the side, trying not to get in the way of the Colt's path.
Whatever Dean started saying, it flew in one ear and out the other. Something wasn't right. That's when I felt the dark energy again. I looked around, trying to locate the source. I noticed Sam was standing next to Dean. He was supporting him. My jaw dropped. No one took Dad's side. I looked at Dad, and he looked like he was going to cry. It ripped my heart to shreds.
"Go ahead. Kill me," he hung his head. That was it for me. I walked into the Colt's path, and stood in front of Dad, facing Dean. There was no way I was going to let Dean shoot Dad. We just got him back.
Dean's eyes opened wider than I thought they could.
"Jazzy. Move out of the way. Before you get hurt."
I crossed my arms across my chest. There's no way I was gonna move. Hands grabbed my shoulders, and hot air blew against my ear.
"Too late, Jazzy. Should've listened to big brother," I turned around, and Dad's eyes were pale yellow.
'Yellow-Eyes!'
He gripped my shoulders and threw my against the wall. His hand waved, and my brothers were pinned to separate wall. The air was pushed out of my lungs, as he flung me to a different wall. I looked around, for anything that could help. I saw the Colt laying on the ground. I groaned in frustration. I looked up to Dean, and he was looking at me. We locked eyes, and I saw something I never thought I would see. Fear.
Yellow-Eyes walked over to the Colt and picked it up.
"What a pain in the ass this thing's been."
"It's you isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time," Sam spoke up.
"Well, you found me."
"But the holy water," Sam shook his head, trying to understand why holy water didn't hurt Yellow-Eyes.
"You think something like that works on something like me?"
"I'm gonna kill you," Sam growled and fought against his invisible restraints.
"Blues? Are you okay? I feel your anger, do you need me there?"
Gabriel!
'Babe! Yes! I'm okay! Just an average day with my brothers. Yellow-Eyes possessed Dad, and he has us pinned to the walls. No need to intervene, I can get out of this. Trust me. Just be ready, in case you know, I start dying.'
"Thank Dad you're fine! Azazel? You're going against him alone? You're signing your own death warrant. I'm watching now. You know, you pinned to the wall is giving me ideas. Work fast sweetcheeks."
I smiled, and laughed a little. Then I remembered the situation. Oh yeah, Yellow-Eyes.
A gut-pinching sound ripped through the air. My head snapped to the source. Dean had his head hung, and he was yelling out in pain. The anger in the pit of my stomach boiled more.
"Dean!" Sam yelled out, and he looked at me. It was as if he wanted me to do something. I looked around, looking for something. Anything to help us. Then it clicked.
"Hey, Yellow-Eyes!"
He turned around and faced me, while playing with the Colt.
"Yes, my sweet Jazzy?"
"I know something you don't," I sang darkly.
"What would that be?"
"That's a fake. I know where the real one is,"
He froze for a millisecond, then walked towards me.
"How do I know if you're telling the truth? Hunters don't tell truths to us demons."
"You don't. Well, you could shoot yourself."
"Or," he aimed the gun at me, and pulled the trigger. A bullet pierced through my shoulder. I screamed in pain, and Sam yelled out. Dean was still whimpering.
"You son of a bitch! Why'd you shoot me?!"
"Well, the bullet looks real enough. Humour me. I'm going to let you loose. Take me to where the other gun is, and I won't put bullets in your brothers," he waved his hand, and I fell to the floor. My hand gripped my shoulder, and I brought it down. Blood covered my hand.
"Blues, I'll only intervene if you want me to. But being honest, I want to tear that bastard to pieces. I can at least make the pain go away without causing suspicion."
'Not yet, but yes! Make the pain go away.'
Without a seconds hesitation, the burning pain in my shoulder ceased. I sighed with relief. Yellow-Eyes pulled me up to me feet, and placed the barrel of the Colt to the back of my head.
"Lead away, puppy,"
Slowly, I walked into the other room. He stopped in the doorway, and watched as I opened my duffel bag. His eyes widened as I pulled out the fake Colt.
"Well well, little birdy wasn't lying. Shall we trade?" He gripped the barrel of his gun, and held out the handle of the Colt to me. I cautiously walked towards him, and did the same with the fake Colt. We switched the guns, and he walked into the room with Sam and Dean. I stood in the doorway, and watched.
"Looks like your sister knows what she's doing. How do you think she'd like it if I took her away? Made her mine? Your daddy would be proud," He waved his hand, and Dean started yelling out in pain again.
"Dean!" I yelled out, and bolted into the room. Standing behind Yellow-Eyes, I cocked the gun and pointed it at him.
"You think I'm stupid? I knew that you were switching for the real Colt. You know why I let you? Because you kill me, you kill Daddy."
"I know," I lowered the gun, and shot at his leg. Orange shocks ran through his body, like an electric current. With a loud thump, he fell to the ground. I bent down to check for a pulse.
"Dad? Daddy?" I felt tears swell up in my eyes when he didn't move. I looked behind me, and Sam was tending to Dean. Then a hand grabbed my arm, and I heard Dad breathing heavy.
"Jazzy! He's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me in the heart."
The tears that were only swelling, now poured out. Unsteadily, I aimed the Colt to his chest.
"Jazzy, don't shoot him. Don't you do it," Dean managed to spit out. I looked to him and Sam, then I looked back to Dad. I couldn't shoot him, but I'm loyal to his orders. We just got him back. I don't want to loose him again.
"Shoot me. Do it now! I can't hold on much longer. You shoot me, Jaz! Shoot me! Please, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Jazzy!" He was begging me to kill him. My own father. I couldn't pull the trigger. Not without pulling it to myself after.
"Jazzy, no," Dean started drifting into unconsciousness.
"You do this!"
I was torn between a rock and hard place. This demon needed to go back to hell, but was it worth it if it meant I had to kill my own father?
I threw the gun to the floor. Black smoke rushed out of Dad's mouth, and into the floorboards.
Sam drove, while Dean leaned against me in the back seat. Dad sat in shotgun. We were all in need of some form of medical attention. Dean the most. He was in and out of consciousness. Purple and black bruises were forming all across his visible skin.
"Hold on, all right? Hospital's only 10 minutes away," Sam broke the deafening silence that filled the Impala. He looked in the rearview mirror, and shot me a worrying glance. He turned to look at Dad, who was brooding. It was obvious he was angry at me. Who wasn't angry at me these days?
'Gabriel, I'm gonna need pity sex later.'
I heard him chuckle, but he agreed.
"I'm surprised at you Jasmine. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye to eye on this. Killing this demon comes first. Before me. Before everything," Dad turned in his seat to look at me. I felt Dean shifting, and his hand grabbed mine. I looked over, and he gave me a reassuring smile.
"No, Dad. Not before everything. Family comes first. Look, we still have one bullet. We can start over. We found him once, we can-"
The sound of metal crunching interrupted me. I had enough time to register what happened. Looking over, I saw bright lights. Something must've hit us. Looking over to Dean, he was out cold. He was laying on the door, barely breathing.
"Dean? Wake up, please," I shook his shoulder gently. Sam started groaning, and I looked up. His mess of hair started moving.
"Sammy? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, close enough. What about you?" He turned to look at Dad, who was also unconscious. I reached a hand up, and felt around my head. I winced when I felt a rather large bump.
"Well, I have a bump, but other than that I think I'm fine. Dad?"
"He's good, Dean?"
"Out like a light. Oh shit," after further inspection, I noticed something that didn't belong. A piece of the car door had shot through my abdomen upon impact with the transport truck.
"What's wrong, Jazzy? Dean okay?"
"I'm sure he's peachy, and I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll all be okay, I'll be fine. It's fine. Don't worry, I got this," I started rambling from shock. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around the rather large would-be-stake, and gently pulled it out. Yelling in pain, I placed it on my lap.
"Jazzy, what's going on? What are you doing?"
"Nothing, we need a hospital. Sam," blood started gushing out of my side wound. Dizziness started settling in, and my vision started to blur.
"Call Gabriel," I shut my eyes.
"Jazzy? Keep your eyes open! I'm calling 911 now, but you need to stay awake."
"Can't, Sam. Blood,"
"Blues, I'm coming! Stay awake!"
Darkness quickly overcame me.
AN: oooooohhh cliff hanger! I'm updating more often than I planned on, and I only have up to this point edited. The next chapter is halfway through being edited.