Sam sat in his car, eyeing the Tiffany&Co. box he picked up on his way home, after not being able to find my phone in the restaurant. Stress covered his features as he stared at the box.
"What's wrong with you, Sammy?" he thought aloud. He slumped back into his seat with a sigh, when someone tapped his window. Dean was staring at him with a cocked brow, waiting for Sam to open the car door. With a roll of his eyes, Sam hit the automatic lock and stared straight ahead as Dean climbed in.
"So?" Dean asked.
"So…?" Sam trailed off with a hint of irritation in his tone.
"So, you going to tell me why you've been sitting here in the garage for the last half hour?" Sam let out a restless sigh and shook his head.
"Trust me Dean. You might want to take plausibly deniability on this one." Dean narrowed his eyes in concern. He snatched the box out of Sam's hand and opened it. Dean whistled with high brows.
"Nice ice. Breaking the bank, huh?" Sam averted his eyes out the window. "So, are these, I love you diamonds or I'm sorry diamonds?"
"Maybe a little bit of both." Sam muttered guiltily.
"Why? What's going on?"
"I… I kissed Jessica." Dean's mouth slightly parted to speak, but then closed. "Actually she kissed me, and then I kissed her back. I don't know how it happened, Dean. One minute we were fighting and I was telling her to stay the hell out of my relationship, and the next…" Sam strayed from the topic and ran a hand through his locks. "Sharnel has been so good to me, and I don't want to lose her." After a moment of silence, Dean found his voice again.
"So, you've been laying it on thick with the dinners and jewelry to make up for it." Dean concluded. Sam frowned and nodded. Now that he was saying it all aloud, it sounded worse than he thought and his guilt intensified. "And it was just a kiss… right?" Sam nodded his head again, not being able to speak. "And I take it you haven't fessed up yet?" Sam shook his head, looking down at his hands like a child.
Dean let out a sigh and shook his head. "Look Sammy, I know I don't have that much experience in the committed relationships department but… you've got to own up to it, man." Sam looked up at his brother in shock. "You two are great together. And yeah, I may think this because of everything that Sharnel, Dylan and I saw when we went to the future, but I honestly think you two are meant to be. The way you are around each other reminds me… well, it reminds me of mom and dad, and how they used to be."
Sam's eyes widened at his brother's comments. He had no idea Dean felt this way about his relationship. "Not to say that you and Jess weren't good together back in the day, but that was another life. One where she didn't even really know who you were, if I'm being honest, whereas Sharnel knows your entire life story and still thinks the world of you. We both know that if she finds out from someone else, it'll be over and the guilt is written all over your face. She's going to figure it out. You have to be the one to tell her before it's too late. Or do you want to lose her?"
"No! Of course not."
"Okay then. Don't worry. I've always got your back and ten years from now, if we live that long, you'll be with Shar and I'll be with Kim. Destiny and I don't agree on most things, but we can agree on that much." Dean patted his brother's shoulder with a smile before climbing out of the car. Sam followed his brother into the manor and made his way to my room, deciding to come clean. Unfortunately for him, I was fast asleep, so he was going to have to live with his guilt for a few more hours. Sam left my gift next to me on my pillow and went to his room.
When I awoke the next morning, I thought it was all a dream. I thought I'd roll over to find myself cuddled into Sam's arms, but those hopes were quickly shattered by the pale of used tissues next to my bed. There was no doubt about it. Sam cheated on me, and worse, lied to my face. I decided that I'd give him twenty four hours to come clean before I drive his beloved dodge charger off a cliff and banish him to the underworld, although I don't know why I even still had hope that he would. After all, I already gave him his opening and he looked me dead in the face and lied.
I stared at my ceiling for what felt like hours, before finally turning around. I wasn't sure if I was alone or not in bed. In Sam's place was a little light blue box with a white ribbon wrapped around it in a bow; the exclusive look for Tiffany's jewels. I pursed my lips and shook my head. "Maybe I should let him suffer and keep groveling. I could get used to this." I thought deviously as I opened the box. My breath caught. It was gorgeous and totally me and… and entirely infuriating! A sterling silver heart shaped pendant with a dazzling diamond in the middle.
I wanted to put it on and dance around my room, but my anger wouldn't let me rejoice. As I stared at the necklace, I knew I couldn't go on pretending like I didn't know, waiting for him to tell me the truth that would never come. If he tried to kiss me again, I'd probably vanquish him on the spot. Just then, there was a knock at my door. Sam poked his head in and smiled when he saw that I was awake.
"Hey." He said softly. My face remained stoic. "I see you've found your present."
"It's beautiful." I managed. My blood was boiling underneath my skin and with every step he took towards me, I became angrier and angrier.
"You're beautiful." Sam cupped my cheeks in his palms and leaned in for a kiss. Without thinking, I jerked back violently. "He's still not going to tell me, is he?!" I screamed in my thoughts. Sam looked at me with worry on his face.
"I have to brush my teeth." I spoke in a monotonous voice. Sam smiled at me and shrugged.
"Since when has that stopped me?" he tried, grabbing a hold of my arm to stop me.
"Since I threw up last night." I said through gritted teeth. I snatched my arm away from him. He furrowed his brows at me. "I had a little too much to drink last night. I guess I'm hung over." I offered.
"And you're cranky." Sam added with a hint of a smile on his lips, trying to ease the tension.
"Yeah, what else is new?" I muttered before walking out of my room and leaving him hanging. Sam turned around and saw that I dropped the necklace on the floor. He picked it up, put it in the box and placed it on my dresser before leaving my room.
Sam went into the garage to find Dean giving the impala a tune up. Dean raised his head to acknowledge his brother's presence before going back to work.
"So, I see you're still alive… that's a good sign." He joked halfheartedly. "How'd it go?" Sam shrugged.
"It didn't." Dean stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands against a greasy rag.
"What do you mean? You didn't tell her?"
"I didn't get a chance to. I tried but she was already in a pissy mood because she's hung over… although, I don't think she had that much to drink last night." Sam said thoughtfully. "Anyway, it's not a good time."
"Sammy, it'll never be a good time to tell her you cheated on her. Just straighten your spine and rip off the band-aid."
"Dean's right." Both men spun around to find Cody standing behind them. Dean's nostrils flared at the sight of him.
"I'm sorry, but this is a private conversation." Dean spat out in disdain. Cody rolled his eyes, ignoring the eldest Winchester.
"If you have this secret building up inside you, she's going to sense it and get drawn into a premonition. Forget someone else telling her what happened. She's going to watch it happen, like a film, if it hasn't happened already." Sam and Dean shared a look.
"I hate to say it Sammy, but he's got a point."
"I know, I know. But how do you know?" Sam spoke angrily.
"You don't have to feel threatened. It's not in my power to say anything. I'm just giving you some friendly advice before you lose the best person that's ever stepped into your pathetic existence." Dean took a step forward, but Sam stopped Dean by putting a hand on his chest. "Don't say you haven't been warned." Cody turned on his heel and walked out of the garage, leaving the Winchester duo stunned.
I was heading down the stairs when some demon went flying by the hall before blowing up. I rushed into the living room to find Kimberly standing over an unconscious Dylan and a wavy haired blonde kneeling above her, healing her. I was seeing red as Dylan came to.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked angrily, storming into the living room.
"Same thing as always Shar. Demon attack. Again." Kimberly said bitterly as she helped Dylan up.
"Yeah, thank God Jessica stopped by to see Sam." Dylan mentioned, unknowingly making the last remaining strand of restraint snap inside me. My eyes widened and my nostrils flared as I marched right up to Jessica.
"You saved my sister. Again." Jessica smiled at me in response. "Thanks." I said before driving my fist straight into her nose to everyone's surprise. She fell immediately and in an instant, I was on top of her. Grabbing hold of her hair, I slammed her head into the ground before Kimberly or Dylan could even register what was happening.
"Shar, what the hell!" Dylan shouted, but I ignored her. Bringing my left fist back, I repeatedly punched Jessica in the face. I wasn't going to stop until I saw blood. Sam and Dean, hearing the commotion, came rushing in and Sam pulled me, kicking and screaming, off of Jessica.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled at me. I quickly swung around and backhanded him. Everyone stared at me in shock as Dean helped Jessica up.
"You're defending her?" I spoke in a dark tone. Sam's eyes grew wide as he figured out that I must have known his big secret. He opened his mouth to speak when I cocked my hand back and drove the base of my palm straight up into his nose, effectively breaking it and feeling satisfied by the blood that immediately trickled down.
"Okay, Sharnel, that's enough!" Dean ordered.
"Shar, would you please tell us what the hell is going on?!" Kimberly asked as Dean and Jessica shared a knowing look.
"Why don't you ask Sam's whore!?" Jessica suddenly felt brave enough to defend herself.
"What's the matter? Can't take a little competition?" she spoke with a chuckle. My eyes widened in fury with her words.
"Jessica, don't!" Sam struggled to speak.
"Why Sam? What's she going to do to me? I'm already dead! And even if I wasn't, is kung fu Barbie going to premonition me to death?" And then time stopped. And when I say this, I'll never know if it's because Kimberly froze the room, or if it was a stronger more Divine force, but I was sure time had stopped because when I looked in my sisters' eyes, I saw two emotions splashed across their faces: fear and disbelief focused on something behind me. Although, I didn't have time to dwell on that as the 50 inch television flew past me, struck Jessica and sent her crashing into the wall, knocking her unconscious. All eyes were on me and I could tell they were all about to swarm down on me with question to which I did not have the answers, so I turned on my heels and stormed out the door.
The living room was filled with silence as everyone took in the scene that had just unfolded before them. Everyone seemed to be thinking different things.
She's never going to forgive me.
What the hell was that?!
Who's paying for our flat screen?
Did she just upgrade?
"Sooo, is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on?" Kimberly finally spoke when the silence ironically became too deafening for her. Her eyes drifted between both Winchesters, knowing that Dean was well aware of this huge secret. Dean scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"Maybe you should take this one Sammy." He suggested. Sam let out a heavy sigh and walked off into the kitchen. Kimberly and Dylan looked at each other and shook their heads, refusing to let him disappear. They quickly rushed after him with Dean trailing behind, walking in to find him tenderly addressing his injury with a wet rag.
"Hey! Our television is destroyed and our sister used a new power that she was not ever supposed to get! And somehow, it's all tied to you, so talk!" Dylan ordered.
"Just leave it alone, Dylan. It's none of your business." Sam spoke. He sounded utterly broken.
"Actually, if it's affecting her powers, then it is our business." Kimberly pushed, not giving a damn if he wasn't in the mood. I mean, she's not an idiot. It's obvious that he wronged her sister in some huge way involving Jessica. Sam stared into Kimberly's unfaltering eyes defiantly and once again tension filled the house.
"Sam and I kissed." Everyone turned to find a very vertical and very spotless Jessica behind them, but before they could ask, Cody and Randy came around the corner. Jessica made her way over to Sam but Sam visibly recoiled from her proximity. She gave him a look of shock and annoyance as she grabbed his shoulder and placed a hand over his nose to heal it.
"Well… this is awkward." Randy spoke, sensing the high emotions; he quickly went to his girl friend's side.
"Cody." Kimberly said in shock.
"Once I found out that Jessica was coming back to the manor, I figured she may need my healing." He explained with a smile. "I just knew you wouldn't come clean." he spoke to Sam.
"You knew." She whispered in realization. Cody nodded, not noticing her troubled tone.
"I tried to tell her!" Sam exclaimed, not being able to take one more persons' judgment.
"Well bang up job on that, Sammy." Jessica mocked him, becoming aggravated that he hasn't written me off yet after trying to kill her.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" he screamed in response. Jessica glared at Sam and turned away from him.
"You knew?!" she suddenly screamed. "That's what that cryptic shit was the other day?! You couldn't just say that Sam was cheating on my sister?! You didn't think that was something you should share?!" Cody then realized that once again, he landed himself in the dog house.
"Kimberly, I told you I couldn't! It wasn't my secret to tell! As a white lighter-"
"As our white lighter, it's your job to protect us; your charges!" Cody opened his mouth to speak but was cut off again. "As our white lighter, it's your job to warn us of any unforeseen threats that can fuck with our powers! And as my boyfriend, it was your job to not keep secrets from me."
"Kim-"
"NO CODY! Just… no. I'm done." Cody stared into her eyes and saw the finality in them.
"What? What does that mean?" he whispered. Dylan shifted uncomfortably, feeling like she, along with everyone else, was intruding on a private moment. Dean couldn't help but smile softly, although he was sure to duck his head. He wasn't stupid enough to boast at such a raw moment.
"It means that both you and Jessica need to go. We don't need the drama from our white lighters. And to avoid anyone of us shooting either of you with a dark lighter's arrow, I am officially requesting we be reassigned because you both have rendered us incapable of doing our jobs." Kimberly never budged until both white lighters orbed out in defeat. Then she quickly turned to Dylan, dismissing everyone else. "We need to find our sister."