She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

41|Jimmy's Family

When we finally arrived at Jimmy's house, we could see two demons attacking Jimmy and his family. Dean took the knife out of his jacket pocket and we rushed in to help. Dean approached the guy from behind, slicing his throat with the knife. He fell to the floor dead, releasing Jimmy's daughter. Sam held out his hand, beginning to exorcise the woman with his psychic abilities. Dean and I stared at him for a moment.

"Go. Get them out of here," he urged us.

"Go, go," I told Jimmy, who shepherded his daughter out the door.

I looked back at Sam, who was trying unsuccessfully to use his powers on the demon.

"Aw. Can't get it up, can you, Sam?" she taunted.

"No, but I can," Dean said, raising Ruby's knife.

Before he could stab her, however, the familiar black smoke left its host body. Dean grabbed Sam and together we all ran out to the Impala where Jimmy and Claire were waiting.

"Thank God," Jimmy said.

"Where's your wife?" Dean asked.

"Right here," Amelia appeared behind us, squeezing in the back with her family.

I sat up front in between the Winchesters as Dean started the car. We drove for a while before finding an abandoned parking garage on the outskirts of town. Sam, Dean, Jimmy and I all climbed out while Amelia comforted Claire in the car.

"You were right," Jimmy admitted, looking back at his wife and daughter.

"I'm sorry we were," Dean grimaced.

"I'm telling you, I don't know anything," the former angel insisted.

"I don't think they're inclined to believe you," Dean pointed out.

"And even if they did, you're a vessel," I added. "They're still gonna wanna know what makes you tick."

"Which means vivisection, if they're feeling generous," Dean finished.

"I'm gonna tell you once again," Sam said, "you're putting your family in danger. You have to come with us."

"How long? And don't give me that 'cross the bridge when we get to it' crap."

"Don't you get it?" I snapped. "Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So either you get as far away from them as possible, or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home."

"Well, don't sugarcoat it, Ellie," Dean said sarcastically, looking over at me.

"I'm just telling him the truth, Dean," I glared back at him. "Someone has to."

Sam disappeared to get Amelia and Claire a car while Jimmy went to talk to his family. I played absentmindedly with my locket while I watched the exchange with Dean.

"Is there actually a picture in that thing?" Dean asked quietly.

I looked over at him, then reached behind my neck, undoing the clasp and dropping the necklace into his hand. I studied his face silently as he opened it up to look at what was inside. The left half had a picture of him and the right had a picture of Maddie.

"That's-"

"She was so tiny, Dean," I whispered, not meeting his eyes. "She fit in the palm of my hand."

As I felt the tears start up again, I was suddenly encircled in the familiar warmth of Dean's arms, breathing in his comforting scent while one of his hands came to rest on the back of my head.

"I'm so sorry, Ellie Bear," he whispered into my hair.

I whimpered into his chest. I couldn't remember the last time I'd heard him call me that. Since I stopped having contact with Brigham, and Dean and I hadn't done anything particularly romantic with each other unless you counted sleeping in the same bed without having sex romantic, there had been a hole in my life that ever since Dean and I got together before he went to Hell, had always been filled.

After leaving Amelia and Claire with the car Sam hotwired, Jimmy climbed into the Impala with us and we left. I had been quiet since my little meltdown in Dean's arms, the locket back secured around my neck. Jimmy was asleep in the backseat next to me, making sure there was some space in between us. He was behind Sam while I sat directly behind Dean. I stared out the window at the inky blackness of the night while Sam and Dean talked.

"What the hell happened back there?" Dean asked his brother.

"What?" Sam inquired, confused.

"You practically fainted trying to gank a demon."

"Okay, I didn't faint. I got a little dizzy."

"Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can't even kill stunt-demon number three?"

"What do you want me to say about it, Dean?"

"Well for starters, what's going on with your mojo? I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place. I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just- you're scaring me, man."

"I'm scaring myself," Sam muttered.

Dean glanced over at him, turning up the radio a tiny bit as Sam's phone rang. I smiled to myself as I recognized the opening notes of Metallica's Nothing Else Matters. Dean knew, like himself, Metallica tended to calm me down and I appreciated the gesture. Sam turned around in his seat, waking up Jimmy to hand him the phone.

"Hey. It's your wife."

Jimmy roused enough to grab the phone out of Sam's hand and hold it to his ear.

"Amelia?... Oh, my God."

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We backtracked to a warehouse where apparently a possessed Amelia was holding Claire captive.

"Alright, they're expecting you to come alone," Dean told Jimmy. "That's exactly what you're gonna do."

"We'll work our way through the catwalks," Sam continued. "We'll be right behind you."

"All you gotta do is stay calm and stall. Let us do our job," I finished.

"You want me to stay calm? This is my family we're talking about."

"Listen to me, this will work," Dean stated firmly. "You understand? Nobody's gonna get hurt?"

Jimmy's blue eyes, lacking a depth to them that was there when he was possessed by Castiel, locked onto Dean's green ones for a moment before he nodded.

"Yeah, whatever. Give me a minute, okay?"

We watched Jimmy walk away towards the warehouse, waiting until he was out of earshot to say anything else.

"There's no way they're expecting him to come alone, Dean," I said. "You know this is probably a trap."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I have a plan."