The Winchester Brothers

CHAPTER 18

Jess' POV

I open my eyes to see Cas staring at me. He was sitting in the chair across from me. Sam must have gotten up after I fell asleep because I was lying down with a blanket on top of me. While sitting up I looked around to see where the others were.

"Where is everyone?" There was nobody else, except for Cas.

"Sam and Dean took your brothers to get anti-possession tattoos." He replied while staying in the same position since I first woke up.

"And what about you?"

"I was told to stay here and watch you."

"Why didn't they wait for me to wake up so that I could get one?"

"They said that they should let you sleep, because of all that you have been through, and that they would take you later today."

"Okay. I guess that's fine." I said as I stood up, then I stretched, then made my way to the bathroom. While I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and realized that I have been in the same sweater, and pajama pants for days now. I came out of the bathroom and Cas was still sitting in that chair. "Hey Cas? Do you think you could get me some clothes?"

"What's wrong with what you are wearing now?" I could tell he was being serious but it just made his question even more funny.

I smiled and said, "Well, unlike you, I need to change my clothes everyday, so I would like to have more than just what I'm wearing. Maybe you could go over to my house and bring my clothes over here?"

"You want me to go to your house and bring your clothes here?" He stood up and raised one eyebrow like my question was to be taken in a non serious way.

"Yes. Please. Some of it is in a dresser, so maybe just bring the whole dresser, so I have somewhere to store it, you know? And then just bring the stuff from my closet, just the way it is?" He did not look impressed with my suggestion. He just stared at me and then he was gone. A few seconds later he returned with my dresser to his left with some shirts on top of it. "Thank you!" I said then I hugged him. Just as I pulled away, the front door opened and the guys walked in. "Hey." I said as I turned to face them.

"What's all this?" Sam asked as he took off his jacket.

"Well I've been wearing the same clothes for a couple of days now, so I thought it would be nice to wear something different for a change." I replied.

"So  what? You got Cas to bring your whole closet here?" Dean said sarcastically with a laugh.

"Actually, yes." I said, looking from Dean, to the clothes and back.

"Oh. Wow." Dean added while taking off his jacket.

"So. How bad did getting the tattoos hurt?" I asked Will and Ed.

"It hurt like a bitch." Ed answered.

"Oh ya. Definitely not doing that again." Will added with a laugh.

"So you ready to get yours?" Dean asked, while he walked towards me, spinning the keys to the impala around his finger. I looked at Will and Ed and a bit of their chest was showing, near where they got the tattoo, and their skin was red. I knew that no matter what I said, there was no way that they were going to let me not get one.

"I guess, but let me take a shower and get changed first."

"Okay, but make it quick."

"I will." I went to the bathroom attached to Sam's bedroom and got the water running. Halfway through my shower I realized that I had forgotten to bring in a change of clothes. Being the dumb person I am, I also put the clothes I changed out of, in Sam's dirty clothes hamper, and I don't want to put those on again. I got out of the shower, wrapped the towel around myself, and placed my hand on the door knob. I opened the bathroom door, to Sam's room, slowly. The door leaving his bedroom was open a crack. I moved slowly towards the door, trying not to step too loud. I looked through the crack in the door and looked through the crack that was open. Sam and Dean were on the couch, Cas was back in the chair, and Will and Ed were at the table. My clothes are behind the couch. Should I just walk out and get them? Should I get one of their attention, and ask them to get me some clothes? My phone! I'll just text one of them and ask them to bring me some clothes that way. But who do I text? As I stare at all of their conversations on my phone, someone said something in the other room.

"What is taking her so long?" Dean asked.

"Maybe she just really doesn't want to get the tattoo." Sam replied with a little laugh.

"Yeah well, she has to. I'm gonna go check on her." I could hear Dean starting to walk over towards me. I quickly ran back to the bathroom, and in a panic I shut the door harder than I wanted. "Jess? You okay in there?" He knocked on the bathroom door.

"Um. Yeah. I just uh...I uh..." I opened the door a crack. "I need some clothes." He was sitting on Sam's bed, but immediately stood up after I said this.

"Oh...okay."

"Yeah." He didn't get the hint that I wanted him to get me some. "So if you wouldn't mind..." I looked in the direction of the bedroom door.

"Oh. Right. Uh, what do you need?"

"Um....everything." I could feel my cheeks getting red. This was so awkward.

"I'll be right back." Then he left. I shut the door and I could hear the drawers of my dresser opening and closing. It must have took him about five minutes before he got back. He knocked on the door. "They're just on the bed. I'll be waiting back in the other room." Then I heard the bedroom door shut. I walked out of the bathroom to see my blue plaid shirt, black leggings, grey T-shirt, and my black bra and underwear and a pair of socks lying on the bed. It surprised me how well he was able to pick out some clothes. I quickly put them on because I didn't want him to have to wait on me any longer. I came out of the room and the look on Dean's face was priceless. He did a little 'ya that's right, I know fashion' kind of look, it made me smile.

"Okay. I'm ready to go now." I said, as I walked to my shoes.

"Great, let's go." Dean got up from the couch and followed me to the door. "We'll be back in a bit. Sam, keep looking around for potential hunts." Then we left.

While driving to the tattoo parlor I was getting more and more nervous about it, and Dean could tell.

"Hey. It's not that bad." He tried to cheer me up. It sort of worked but then I thought about how it's a tiny needle being stabbed into my arm over and over again.

"I hope so." The drive only took about 25 minutes. When we got there, there was a chair open so I didn't have to wait at all. I sat in the chair, and Dean stood next to me. The tattoo artist asked me if I had a picture of what I wanted and I showed him the symbol.

"Okay, where do you want it?" The tattoo artist asked me as he started putting on black rubber gloves.

"Above my heart." I replied, then I too a deep breath, once again trying to calm myself down. I'm not a fan of needles, so having this done is not going to be fun.

"Okay, you'll have to probably take off your blue shirt, and lower your other just a bit so that I can have enouh room to do it."

"Oh. Okay." Then I did what he said to do, and then he started the process of giving me a tattoo. It was painfull, but I was overthinking it just a bit in my head. When we were done, I fixed my shirt, paid and then we left. I was looking out the window and then I an idea came into my head. I looked at Dean, and said "Hey, do you think we could stop for ice cream?"

"What?" He laughed at te question.

"Can we stop for ice cream somewhere?" I reworded my question.

"It's not even noon yet."

"So. That never stopped you from opening a beer."

"Fine. We can stop for ice cream."

"Thank you."

"Smart ass." He laughed.

"Rude." I said, which made him laugh again. I like to here him laugh, it makes me happy. I wish he would do it more often. I was told by Crowley that the mark would change him and make him a killer. Right now all I see is a sweet guy, that would protect me, and do anything for me, but if what Crowley said is true, then how much of that will change? Would he kill uncontrolably? Would he kill to protect me? Or would it get to be so bad that he would just kill me?