"Jess. Jess, hey."
"I got it," Dad said, quickly.
"How are you?"
"I feel like my insides tried to get on the outside," she said. There was a faint smile on her lips.
"Yeah they made a pretty good attempt."
"How long was I out?"
"Only about a day."
"You scared the crap out of us, Jess," Dean said, sitting down on her other side.
"As long as I'm still breathing they aren't going to win."
"I know, baby." I pushed a strand of hair out of her face.
"Demon blood. You have demon blood." She dissolved into a coughing fit.
"You remember that?" I gasped out. I had been sure she had been asleep in that conversation.
She kept coughing and Dean gave me a dirty look. Dad came back and we helped her to a semi-sitting position. I took the cup from Dad.
"Little sips, Jess," Bobby said. She took a few sips and looked at us.
"I remember. You found out who the demon was? I think I heard that."
"Azazel. He's the one who fed me demon blood, and the one going after the others. We're gonna figure out how to stop him, and keep the others safe."
"I'm tired, Sam. Really tired. Can I go back to sleep?"
"Yeah. Go to sleep, baby. I love you."
"Love you too," she muttered as her eyes drifted shut.
"I think we're okay to leave her alone for a minute," Dad said.
We made our way downstairs, settling around the kitchen table.
"So we just need to find names?" I asked.
"Yeah. The question is how do we get them to safety," Dean said.
"Easy. We bring them here." Bobby was volunteering his house. It finally struck me just how dire our situation really was.
"Yeah, that'll be easy. 'Oh you know those weird powers, well demons are real and they're after you.' I'm sure that'll go over well," I said.
"Sam." Dad's voice was low and I knew I was toeing a line.
"You're telling me you'd believe it?"
"I'm saying we don't have a choice. That we have civilians in danger and the only way to keep them safe is to tell them. I'm not in love with the idea." I let out a groan. No one was going to believe it, even if they already had an inkling of what was going on.
"We have to find them before we can worry about telling them anything."
"Bobby's right. Let's find these kids first and worry about how to handle telling them later," Dean said.
"Right. Let's do that," I said.
"That's the spirit."
"I'm gonna go sit with Jess for a while."
I stalked out of the kitchen. I barely made it up the stairs before pain shot through my head.
"Crap," I said, as I blacked out.
I came to standing in the corner of an unfamiliar room. If the chest of drawers and messy bed were anything to go by it was someone's bedroom. I heard raised voices and walked towards the open door. On an old couch there was a couple, obviously arguing.
"Lily, you haven't touched me in two days! Not even a brush!"
"It happens. Dry spells happen."
"You've been sleeping on the couch!"
"Martha, you don't want to know!" The one I presumed was Lily was yelling.
"Is there someone else?" The room had a still air like a bomb had been dropped. Lily reached for Martha's hand, almost on instinct, before pulling back at the last second.
"No, no. It's, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me. I need to know what's going on with you," Martha pleaded. She moved to brush a strand of hair off Lily's shoulder.
"Martha, no!" Lily shrieked.
It was too late. Martha's hand brushed the skin of Lily's shoulder. Her eyes went wide and she fell over, stiff. Lily screamed.
"Sammy?" I blinked back into reality and let out a groan. "You ok?"
Careful, I don't want you to get hurt, Sammy
"You fell down the stairs."
"I had a vision."
"You're bleeding, Sam." Dean finally came into focus. I grabbed the hand he was holding out, and let him help me up. A wave of dizziness passed through me, and I grabbed onto the railing.
"Easy there, kiddo," Dad said, grabbing onto my shoulder.
"Think I hit my head." I was aware of blood dripping down my arm.
"Let's get him to the couch." I found myself being led to the couch and I sat down unceremoniously.
"When's your birthday?" Dad asked.
"May 2, 1983."
"June 17, 2001." It felt right.
"Dean, go get him some ice."
"Was I right?"
"It's the nineteenth."
"I probably have a concussion."
"I'd say so."
"Think I found one of the others though. I don't where, but her name's Lily. It was a college town, maybe.I think her girlfriend just died. Her name was Martha."
"On the names yeah. Not sure on the place."
"We'll look into it." I heard footsteps behind me and I whirled around to look. I immediately turned back around from the sudden wave of nausea and threw up on Dad's boots.
"You were seven the last time that happened," Dad said with a chuckle. I hissed when I felt the burn of antiseptic on my skin. I jerked back.
"Sorry, Sam. Just stitching this up."
"Its fine, Bobby. Just didn't know you were there."
I went quiet after that. I wondered if I should have mentioned how Martha had died. I didn't think Lily was dangerous, but she had to have found out about her power somehow if she didn't want to touch someone she cared about. I would probably bring it up if we found her; going in blind probably wasn't a good idea.
"Has someone checked on Jess?"
"Dean went," Bobby replied.
"Ok. Where'd Dad go?"
"To clean his shoes, I imagine."
"You feeling ok?"
"My head is throbbing, and I'll be a lot happier when the world stops spinning, but I think I'll live."
"Well, try not to fall asleep for a few hours at least."
"Thanks, Bobby," I said as he pressed a few aspirin into my hand. I swallowed them back.
I spent the next few hours watching daytime TV, occasionally calling out updates to Bobby. Dad had hijacked Bobby's old desktop. I imagined he was digging through obituaries and death certificates trying to find Martha. I found myself dozing on the couch, shaking myself awake every five minutes.
"Just go to bed, Sam," Dad said, finally taking pity on me. "Just try not to bite when we make sure you're still alive.
I went up the stairs, gripping the rail tightly. I stopped at Jess' room. Dean was reading next to her.
"How is she?"
"She woke up again, a bit ago. Asked for some water then wentright back to sleep."
"Ok. I'm gonna crash."
"I'll wake you up if we find anything else."
I shut the door to the shared bedroom. I stripped to a t-shirt and boxers and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over me. I was asleep as soon as my eyes closed.
"Sam, get up. Sammy."
You sleep like the dead, Sammy
"Dad found themystery girl. She's in Indiana."
There was too much to process before I opened my eyes.
"Time is it?"
"Little after two."
"In the morning?"
I pried my eyes open.
"When are we leaving?"
"Soon as you get your ass out of bed. Dad's packing the Impala now."
"What about Jess?"
"Bobby can take care of her."
"I know. It's just-"
"She'll understand, Sam. She's just sleeping now anyway. It's only for a couple days and it's not like you can't call."
"Right. Give me a minute."
"Be down in five."
I dressed and tossed some clothes in my duffel. I swallowed some more pain pills and brushing my teeth made me feel slightly more human. I hadn't gotten anywhere near enough sleep and my head was throbbing. I shouldered my bag and said a quick goodbye to Jess.
"How's the head?" Dad asked when I got downstairs.
"Hurts. I'll sleep it off on the way."
"That's my boy."
"You guys ready?" Dean asked.
I nodded in his general direction. Dad picked up the bags and went outside. I looked at Bobby.
"Take care of her."
"She's in good hands."
"I wouldn't leave if I thought otherwise."
"And don't be calling every five minutes to check on her."
"He won't, Bobby. Come on, Sam," Dean said.
I stretched out in the back and slept the first four hours of the drive. I blinked awake as we pulled into a gas station somewhere in Minnesota.
"Gonna get some caffeine. You boys want any?" Dad asked. Dean and I both grunted out an affirmative.
"Gotta hit the head," I muttered as I pulled myself out of the car.
Not ten minutes later we were back on the road.
I figured I should open my mouth and share what I knew."Lily is, she's the one that killed Martha. That's what I saw."
"And you're just mentioning this now." Dean turned to look at me.
"Eyes on the road, Dean," Dad intoned from the back seat.
"Yeah, Dean. Eyes on the road."
"Sam," Dad added.
"Sorry. That's her power, I guess. It was an accident. They barley brushed and Martha was dead.. I imagine she's pretty torn up about it- she was trying to explain when it happened."
"So don't touch her?"
"She knows what's going on then?"
"I don't think she knows about the demon stuff, but she probably won't be too hard to convince."
"Because she killed her girlfriend."
"It's enough to rattle anyone."
"Yeah, still though, she killed her girlfriend. How does she live with herself?"
"Not easily," Dad said.
We pulled into Ft. Wayne about two thirty that afternoon. Dean and Dad went to get some food. I stayed in the motel room and called Bobby.
"We just got in. I wanted to check in before we go to Lily's."
"She's doing alright. She was awake for about twenty minutes. I got some broth in her, but she was in a world of pain."
"Her wounds were clean and her fever's starting to fall. Think the infection is clearing."
"Good. You holding up?"
"Yeah. You boys be careful."
Bobby hung up. I leaned back and waited for them to get back. They came back with burgers. As soon as Dad finished eating he started cleaning his gun.
"This isn't a normal hunt. We aren't going to shoot her!" I said.
"You said it yourself Sam. She might be dangerous and we're going in armed."
"She can kill with a touch. If she decides humanity isn't for her, if she goes after us, I'm shooting her."
"Going dark side doesn't happen overnight!"
"Dad's right, Sammy. You don't know this girl, not really. We're gonna talk to her, but we're gonna be ready."
I knew there was no point in arguing. They were right. It was sensible.
We head out later, guns hidden away. I still didn't think we were going to have to use them, but I didn't say anything as we headed out.
I knocked on the apartment door and it swung open, slowly to reveal the blonde girl I recognized from my vision.
"Hello?" she said warily.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Sam. This is my brother, Dean and my dad, John. I saw what happened with Martha." It occurred to me as the door slammed in my face that that was probably the worst way I could have started.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, lovelies. School, and such. I appreciate your patience and you feedback.