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Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down
just get back up when it knocks you down.
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Jesse Speaks
It was unfair. Most of the time it was and I would just take it in my stride, move on and know that one day something will go my way, but this? It hurt.
I left the three of them to do their "bonding", I respected them all enough for that, besides, I didn't need any of them to help me locate Claire. The only thing I wanted right there and then was to know where my mother was; I was not able to sense her. I didn't know her name, I couldn't remember what she looked like, I never met her. It worried me that I was on my own in this world now. I had Adam, and Adam had me and that got me through so many things, that perhaps Adam was fine with me seeing him as a father, as family. With Dean and Ben here, there wasn't a need for me anymore.
Years ago I was the one that was there for Adam; Dean wasn't, he never had a second thought about his step brother but I was the one that went to all the extremes to save him from the pits. Trying to calm myself, I shut my bedroom door after grabbing a stand of gold hair from Claire's hair brush and sat heavily on my bed. In here I could forget about everything and everyone; this was my world
It wasn't a large room, but it was enough for me to be comfortable. I had posters from places all over the world all over my walls, ornaments and bits and drabs that kept memories closer to me. It was a mixed room, no style or theme, just mine.
Getting down to business, I shut the blinds and grabbed the silver bowl off my desk, one part of my wall mainly shelves with numerous things that I could create spells with; never to be used, mind you, well some of them, but most of the time it was to help me enhance what powers I did have. If I was going to be stuck with them, I may as well understand them.
After mixing in a few other ingredients, I murmured quietly a spell in Latin, watching as the liquid caught a light, the hair burning to nothing and the smoke slowly rose from the bowl and I closed my eyes. Images flashed before my eyes, but none of it ever made any sense until it slowed, willing myself to concentrate; I needed to find Claire…
An old school building froze in my vision and I honed in on Claire, only to be stopped by a barrier. It sent pain shooting down my spine and through my skull and I tore away from the vision, panting as I tried to hold my head together. Worry soon replaced it; I knew where Claire was and she was alive, but whoever, whatever was with her had me concerned enough to use my powers to get down to Ben, my eyes intense enough to make him falter.
'We have a problem.'
Very short chapter, I am sorry but I have got other plans for Jesse, perhaps not in this story but another?
Silver-Kirin