"Who said it and what did they say to you?" He demanded and I closed my eyes.
"He, he told me that you guys have turned down cases because of me. And that I don't have the strength to become a hunter, that I need you guys to take care of me." I said miserably.
"How could anyone think that? Just look at what you did with that demon!" Sam was getting angrier by the second.
"He said I got lucky with the demon and that's the only reason why I survived." I opened my eyes back up and stared at my uncle. "You don't believe that, do you?" I asked and he shook hus head, standing up.
"No. No, I don't and neither should you. Who said this?" He asked and I looked up at the ceiling.
"The person who came to see me right before you did." I said. Sam must have realized who I was talking about because his voice became hard.
"How long? And why didn't you say anything?"
"Almost from the beginning. I didn't want to give him any more ammunition by going to one of you guys for help." I said. Uncle Sam didn't say anything for a while but when he did I shouldn't have been shocked by what he said.
"I'm going to Dean. He needs to know about this." He began to head for the door but I called out to him.
"No, Uncle Sam please! Don't tell Dad. Not right now. Please. I want to tell him myself." I tried to lift myself into a sitting position but was left gasping as I fell back into my laying position. Uncle Sam immediately stopped and came back to make sure I was alright.
"Fine Jess. I won't tell him. But you better do it soon or I will."
