Mumbling softly, I sat up holding my hand to my aching chest. It felt like you took and stabbed my chest with a hundred needles. My train of thought was broken when I heard voices in the room.
There were three of them, swirling around only to grow quiet when their owners noticed my movement. I stood up slowly, letting the sheet fall to the floor, exposing my chest. I pulled the cloth up to the bed before looking at the table.
“Hey Joan. How are you feeling Babe?” Adam smiled at me, not moving from his seat at the table or turning his head in my direction.
My heart skipped a beat, my eyes taking stock of the brothers, all of them.
No one seemed hurt. All their pieces and parts attached.
“What the hell is going on?!” Stomping seemed the only acceptable way to get to the table. “Why is Adam here? Not that I am not happy to see you, but why the hell are you here?”
“Dean called. Said that something happened and you needed hel-“ Adam was cut off by Sam standing, an ice pack in his hand. He dropped his gaze down to the table and coughed awkwardly.
“Sam, what the hell are you doing?” I snapped at him, my hands going to my hips.
“Babe, you are in your bra.” Adam gently grabbed my arm, a regretful look in his eyes.
Oh God, I wasn’t wearing a shirt. What the hell? I mean seriously! I ran for the blanket, pulling it around my torso as I scanned the floor for my shirt.
“Baby?” Adam came up behind me and wrapped his arms around mine. “Look, it’s gonna be ok.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” His arms around me made me feel small and weak. Normally it was a comfort. But now I felt like I was in trouble.
“We can talk about it later,” his voice was stern but soft in my ear. This was going to end badly, I just know it.
“Look, Adam, Joan, we can leave so you two can talk,” Sam interrupted, standing quickly, making the chair scrape across the floor.
“Sam,” I turned around smiling at him, “it’s ok. Let’s just figure out what the hell happened.” I bent over, grabbing the shirt that looked like mine off the floor. Blood. Shit, my shirt had blood on it. Where was I bleeding from?
“Babe, you’re fine. The bleeding stopped while you were sleeping.” Adam let go of me and walked to the little duffle on the floor before tossing me a black beater.
Seeing no other option handy, I pulled it on and took my hair out of the braid and pulled it into a pony tail. “Thanks Adam.” The shirt was snug on my breasts, just great, encourage Sam in front of his brother. “So, what’s the deal? Why is she still here?”
“Well, maybe the spirit’s attached to something else.” Dean sat back in his chair, his hands cradling his head. “Do you have anything else that belonged to your mother?”
“No, I sold everything else.” My brain was going through everything I kept out of her stuff and the only other things left had been paperwork. There was no other object that I would’ve kept on me at all.
“Hey Joan, what time is it? My phone is dead,” Adam said as he flipped his phone onto the bed, the LCD screen black. Lucky for him, I still had my pocket watch he had given me.
Tugging on the chain the heavy metal watch pulled out of my pocket. “Uh, 10:23.”
“Joan, can I see your watch?” Dean held out his hand, not waiting for a reply. Oh, why the hell not right? I unclipped the chain from my jeans and handed it to him. “Where did you get this?”
“Adam gave it to me. Why?”
“These markings on the front. Do they look familiar to you Sammy?” My watch changed hands over the table.
“Yeah actually. I saw writing like this in an old spell book at-“ Sam froze, his eyes fixed on a girl in a simple white night gown standing a few feet from the table. “Jess?”
“Who the hell is that?” Adam ran to his bag, drawing his 9mm hand gun.
“It’s his college girlfriend.” Dean grabbed Adam’s arm, pulling us both away from the table. “She died the year before Dad did.”
“I put you to rest, how-“ Sam’s eyes were wide as the woman stepped closer to him.
“You killed me Sam. How could you let that happen to me?” She looked pissed, but only seemed to notice Sam.
“Jess, I had no idea. I’m sorry.” Sam stood, backing up quickly, his eyes wide with fear.
The woman ran at Sam, fisting her hands in his shirt and threw him across the room. The watch fell from his hands as he hit the floor.
A terrible scream filled the room as Dean shot rock salt at Jess, her body turning to vapors as she dissipated.
“What the hell is going on around here?” I asked, looking between all the brothers and I walked over to Sam. Looping my arms under his, I helped him stand.
“All I know is that it’s not a vengeful spirit.” Sam grunted as he walked over and snatched the watch, my watch, off the floor.
“You were saying something about the engravings being from some spell book.” Adam motioned to the watch with the gun that was still in his hand.
Sam held his side as he slid down into the chair at the table he was in when Jess appeared. “Uh, yeah. Dean can you hand me my computer?”
Dean side stepped around Adam quickly, grabbing the tan book bag and took it over to his brother at the table. It landed with a thunk, rattling me from my thoughts.
“So, wait a minute. Are you saying it’s some magical item that does shit to people?” I can’t believe this, how the hell could that be. “You have to be kidding me right Sam?”
“Not kidding you, but I think it’s a cursed object. Where did you get it from?” Sam started to type quickly, eyes flickering from the watch t the screen, never once looking away from the two objects.
“I gave it to her,” Adam said as he slung his arm around my shoulder, the cold metal of the gun pressing against my arm. I didn’t want Adam near me suddenly, and I don’t think he could tell.
“Where did you get it Adam?”
“When I woke up after escaping the cage, it was in my pocket with the rest of the stuff I had when Michael jumped me.”
“Wait, how did you have it on you?” Dean asked, grabbing for his flask. Things had to be getting too heavy for him. “I don’t know. I got out and when I woke up, I was dressed in the clothes from when we got pulled into the cage. Nothing was missing and the watch was in my pocket. I gave it to Joan a few months back as a gift. I thought she would like it.”
My jaw dropped, finally getting the courage to pull away from him. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough, backing towards the door. I felt a warm body hit my back, it’s owner’s arms grabbing me gently.
“Calm down Joan. There has to be an explanation,” Dean’s voice was gentle in my ear.
“I trusted you.” I could feel the string of tears welling up in my eyes. Man, I wasn’t supposed to cry. I could handle it, it wasn’t my first betrayal. It won’t be my last either.
My body collapsed against Dean’s, letting him lead me limply to his abandoned chair at the table.
“Look Baby, I had no idea-“
“You didn’t think you coulda, ya know, figured out where it came from before passing it on? Oh wait, I forgot, you were fighting an addiction!” I was yelling. I never yell, but I don’t really care.
“Joan, Adam, calm down. I think I know how to destroy it and lift the curse.” Sam sounded almost baffled, eyes focused on the computer screen.
“What? You really found it Sam?”
“Yeah but it takes some weird stuff.”