"The way she put it, was that if she hadn't done what she had this is how I would have turned out. It was a reminder that she was the one who did all of this to me." I muttered bitterly, keeping my head turned away from my open injury.
"No. No, this is the biggest load of bull I have ever heard of, and you see nit going to live with this for another second. I'm calling Cas." Dad said angrily and my head flew up in a panic.
"Dad! No, you can't!" I exclaimed, trying to climb down from where I was sitting but the moment my arms took my weight off of the counter I collapsed painfully.
"Jess, stop. Cas can fix this." Uncle Sam reassured me, helping back up onto the counter but I shook my head.
"No, he can't. Castiel won't be able to heal this." I began to try and get back up but before I could my dad walked in with Cas and Ian.
"Jess! What happened? Who did this? Can Dad's friend really fix this?" Ian exclaimed running to my side and holding onto my hand.
"Well, Cas, do your thing. Use your mojo and heal her." Dad said, gesturing at me.
"Dean, it is not that simple." Cas tried to began explaining but I took over.
"Dad, Castiel can't heal me. It won't let him." I said, painfully away of the four sets of eyes locked on me as I spoke. "There is some other stuff that I need to tell you about Dad. Some secrets I've been keeping about some stuff that happened." Tears raced down cheeks as I spoke but I kept my eyes locked on my hands that were now sitting in my lap. I took a deep breath that came out all shuddery.
"Jess? What aren't you telling me? Why are you keeping secrets?" My dad asked slowly, resting one hand on my shoulder. I pretended that I hadn't heard his comments as I continued.
"I just can't deal with them by myself any more. If I try to keep it in, I'm going to explode. It all started with that last case with Jack. The one where I was taken and... Shot." My voice caught as I finished that sentence but I had to tell them. I couldn't lie to them anymore.
"That demon that took me was Daemona. She took me to try and convince me to let her possess me because a willing vessel is the best kind or something. Anyway, while she was trying to convince me, she told me about how she had been influencing my entire life. Every bad thing that ever happened to me was because of her." I continued to explain, not holding anything back. I told them everything Daemona had told me and about getting shot. But when it came to the part with Tessa my voice became thick as I described her conversation with me.
"Tessa told me that it wasn't supposed to be my time. Daemona had changed my fate and everything was all messed up because of it. So, Tessa offered me a choice. I got to choose if I lived or died. She explained that if I lived it wouldn't be easy, but there was also no guarantee that I wouldn't be sucked down into the pit. So, I chose to stay here with all of you. I couldn't just ditch my family. But Tessa warned me. We knew that you guys were trying to summon things to heal me and Tessa told me that no demon it angel or any other supernatural means of being healed wouldn't work in me any more. There would be no angels saving me from certain death. That's why Cas can't heal me. It won't work." I explained quietly, not meeting any of their eyes. They had all been silent as I had told my story, but now I looked up as a hand set itself gingerly on my shoulder.
"Jessica, none of these wounds should be fatal, and if I avoid certain injuries, I believe I may be able to heal them. But, I can't heal everything. Your tale has finally answered my questions about the state of your soul. As long as I avoid those injuries, you could be healed." Castiel offered and I stared at him as my dad answered for me.
"Do it Cas. Whatever you can." Dad took my hand in his and gripped it tightly as Castiel nodded. He laid two fingers on my forehead and I grunted in pain as the injuries began to disappear. It was a painful process but over relatively quickly. When Cas was done, there were to scars left. The bullet wound on my stomach and the W carved in the crook of my elbow.
"Thanks Cas." I said gratefully as I fought down the nausea that always came after I was healed. I blinked, trying to fight the lightheadedness that was over coming me but Dad knew what was happening. He scooped me up off of the counter and began to carry me in his arms to my room but I stopped him with a shake of my head.
"Couch. Please. Bed's gonna need. Replaced." I murmured, fighting not to puke at the memory of my blood soaked mattress. Dad didn't question me, just carried me into the tv room and laid me on the couch. I laid there with my eyes closed but I needed the answer to my number one question before anything else.
"Cas, when I was in the other world, the Angel there said something about my soul. What did she mean?"
