The Joys of Being a Winchester

Chapter 20

It was awkward, the silence drifting in between Sam and Jayde as they were separated by only a few feet of stiff tension. Jayde was still on the floor, back against the wall and gun lying near her feet, Sam stood next to the table, his hands fallen at his sides after holding them in surrender for so long. The eerie confusion was shared between the two, but Jayde had no idea whether or not Sam knew he was dead, or just woke up and thought it was insane for his little sister to start shooting him. The tsunami of guilt seemed to carry Jayde across the ocean of stress between them and crash so hard into him that the hug pushed him backwards a substantial amount.

"You're OK! Oh my God you're OK!" she pulled him tighter and tighter into her, but pulled back when he flinched and wormed away. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She took a few steps back to let Sam feel different parts of his back, his body recoiling when his fingers drifting against the spot he got stabbed.

"Wait, don't touch it." Jayde grew worried at the thought of Sam playing with the wound that killed him, so she rushed to lift up his shirt and examine the area. There was inflammation, a bit of bruising but for the most part, scarring. I wasn't anything serious, it hardly even looked like the entryway for a fatal strike anymore. Jayde pushed out the burning curiosities of how a two-day old wound was almost perfectly healed, and distracted herself with pressing gauze to the area and sticking it tight before letting Sam drop the shirt he still held around his shoulders. He whined when she pressed hard into the wound, but either put up with it or was whining just because.

"Hold up Jay, what's going on?" He seemed to be in some form of shock, obviously shaken from Jayde's extreme mood change from murderous tendencies to calm, caring, concerned.

"What do you remember?" She was delicate in her questioning, deciding that whatever was going on, it was best not to mention anything in case something too big and mind-shattering let slip.

"OK, so Yellow-eyes nabbed me and dropped me here, with like 4 other psychics- Dean explained all that stuff to you, right?" He sighed at Jayde's nod, but she couldn't tell whether or not he was relieved or more concerned. Perhaps he knew that Dean told her both brothers kept the secret of speculation? Nonetheless, he continued. "Yeah, so he wanted us to fight to the death, all Battle Royale style. Lily, then Andy, even Ava... in the end it was just me and Jake. I thought we were cool until we started fighting - did he get away?"

"Bobby tried to run after him but he lost him. Whoa, whoa! Take it easy!" Jayde had to pull Sam back from the door he now raced to, His weight failing him and pushing him down into a chair. "What are we supposed to do about it right now, huh? Keep going." Sam grumbled, but readjusted in the hard wood chair to lean forward and avoid leaning on his scar.

"So we were fighting, and then I knocked him unconscious when I thought I heard Dean. I saw all of you, and I remember you screaming something, and then you started running. My back burst into pain, and then I fell forward. I think you and Dean grabbed me or something, but I don't know, I just blacked out."

Jayde thought for a moment, but had no idea what she was supposed to say. Did she tell Sam about everything? No, there was too much of a risk, she had no idea how he'd react. The nagging thought of how he was resurrected prodded the other speculations Jayde already had about Dean, the dream about Yellow-eyes she refused to speak about...

"So what happened here?" Sam said, his ringing voice interrupting Jayde's thoughts and eyes now bearing onto her with apprehensive attention. She hesitated by instinct, Sam's eyebrows raising with his suspicion. "I mean, if I were OK, then why did you think I was possessed or something? Or why not take me to a hospital or something?"

"Bobby fixed you up as best he could, but he said he had no idea when or if  you would wake up." There was still pause in her tone, but Jayde's story was one being retold with great care, so not to let anything slip. "When I heard you get up with so much... y'know... oomph... I assumed you were something bad. We're still in Cold Oak, place is crawling with monsters itching to take a bite. Dean said to keep an eye on you."