The Winchesters and Jamie had been working together for several weeks, almost a month now. They had successfully taken down a coven in Virginia and a vampire nest in Mississippi with minimal injuries. Though Sam had sprained his wrist, putting him in a cast, Dean had gotten a cut across the chest and Jamie had bruised her ribs, which required her wrapping her entire torso in gauze from just below her chest to just below her waist.

Of course, Jamie missed her car, but the Impala was pretty nice in it's own way. She enjoyed looking for little marks that made it Sam and Dean's car, like the little army man stuck in the door and the S.W and D.W. scratched into the floor. It gave off the feeling that this wasn't just a car, but a home.

Her car had never been like that. Hell, her room at Bobby's had never been like that. The most she had done was put her old yellow blanket on top of the covers and put up an old family photo. Home was a long forgotten concept.

Now, Jamie, Sam and Dean were all sitting in a booth at a crowded diner around breakfast rush hour. Dean was eating a whole stack of pancakes drowned in syrup with bacon on the side. Sam was having a cup of coffee with a fruit salad and French toast. Jamie was having a sausage biscuit with eggs and bacon with a glass of apple juice. Jamie had the habit of dipping her bacon in Dean's syrup, to which the older Winchester would make a face.

"Why the hell are you dipping bacon in syrup?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Because it's fucking delicious", replied Jamie, her mouth full of food. Sam, of course, did not add to the argument. Jamie could tell he was extremely amused just watching the two argue. Jamie shot him a look saying 'you have anything to add?' to which he just shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his fruit with a smile. Jamie rolled her eyes and went back to chomping down on her sausage biscuit.

"So", mumbled Dean with a mouthful of food, "What's our next hunt?"

Before Jamie responded, she pulled out her laptop from the bag by her feet and pulled up a tab. She turned the laptop to face the brothers and began explaining. "Two models have died on the same set, Pierrpont Shots, by hanging themselves within two weeks. As far as I've checked, before this, there were about three girls who died that could be vengeful spirits, but the specifics are fuzzy", explained Jamie, swallowing her eggs and taking a sip of her juice.

Sam nodded in appreciation and reached for the laptop while Dean looked like he had barely followed her, too focused on his pancakes. Jamie shook her head as Sam typed furiously on her laptop, putting in more specific search options.

"Hey!" piped Jamie, snatching her laptop out from under Sam's typing fingers, "Use your own damn laptop"

Sam rolled his eyes and put his chin in his hand. "Well then", he sighed, exaggerating, "Where is this modeling set?"

"L.A." said Jamie simply. She noticed Deans ears perk up at the name of the city. "No banging models, pervert", said Jamie clearly, pointing her fork accusingly at Dean and narrowing her eyes. Dean glared back but just shrugged and turned back to his bacon (which he dipped in syrup and later admitted he liked).

The three continued to munch on their meals before paying (with a stolen credit card. Don't judge) and getting back into the Impala. Jamie occupied the back seat while Dean drove and Sam rode shotgun. Jamie spread out and stretched her legs and pulled out The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton while Sam typed away on his laptop. Dean turned up the Metallica music blaring from the stereo.

"Why do you listen to the same damn music every day?" yelled Jamie over the ear-splitting music.

"Because it's awesome!" Dean yelled back, a teasing smile on his face. Jamie glanced over at Sam and he seemed completely tuned out.

"How about some Nirvana? We could use a change of soundtrack", yelled Jamie, hitting Dean in the head with her book. He swatted away her attack and shoved her hand back.

"No way! We are sticking with my music", he said stubbornly, "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole. Right, Sammy?"

Sam just nodded his head and gave a half-hearted thumbs-up, not really listening. Dean took it anyway and smiled smugly at Jamie. Jamie huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not in shotgun!" she said, just as stubborn as Dean. He didn't have another snappy comeback, so he just turned up the music to a deafening level and completely ignored her. He was acting like a complete infant.

Jamie rolled her eyes and decided to put on her headphones and listen to Nirvana by herself. She tapped her foot to the beat of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' while continuing to read 'The Outsiders'. Jamie sat in that exact same position for about thirty minutes until she noticed Sam waving his hands in her face to get her attention. It was probably something about the case. Jamie set down her book and took off her headphones to listen. Dean turned down the music so he could listen to Sam.

"So get this", he said, closing his laptop and turning his body so he was facing both Dean and Jamie, "Back in 1958, this model named Hedy LaRue hung herself in the Pierrpont Photo's set because, rumor has it, she was having an affair with the manager and then he fired her off set for not being pretty enough or thin enough of something something"

"Definite vengeful spirit material", muttered Jamie. She looked over Sam's shoulder at the picture of Hedy. She had very pretty, curly blonde hair with big brown eyes rimmed with black lashes and a curvy, Marilyn Monroe figure. Jamie could never understand how girls like this weren't considered beautiful while girls who look like stick figures are.

"Well then, ladies", chimed Dean with an impish smile on his face, "Off to the city of angels"

…

"Why the hell do my pants have to be this damn tight?" grumbled Dean, fidgeting with his black t-shirt and tight pants. He slipped slightly on the slick, white plastic chair he was sitting in. The three hunters were sitting in the lobby of Pierrpont Photo's, waiting to get started as model stylists.

"You have to look the part", whispered Jamie. She gave Dean a glare and hissed, "Look, I'm no more happy to wear this shit than you are".

Dean grumbled again, still not pleased. Sam looked over at Jamie and took in her dark blue (slightly low cut) shirt with tight black pants and black, high-heeled boots. She fidgeted in her seat, unable to get comfortable. Sam himself was in a similar getup to Dean's. Black shirt, black pants, though they weren't as tight as Dean's for reasons unknown, and a brown plain button up.

"If it's any consolation", said Sam, trying to appease Jamie, "You look pretty good"

Jamie huffed and gave Sam a glare, but Sam could see a faint blush on her cheeks. She seemed to notice the blush too and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look tough.

"If you hated wearing this crap so much, why did you decide to do it?" huffed Dean, fidgeting with his tight pants. Jamie held in a laugh at watching Dean squirm. She had specifically chosen the skinny jeans for him, merely trying to torture him for some certain (completely inappropriate) jokes he had made about a blonde waitress that he couldn't shut up about all the way to L.A.

"We need to blend in", said Jamie, suppressing a smirk, "And think of it like this: Chicks will be checking out your ass in those jeans"

Dean's face morphed into a seductive smirk and he seemed pleased enough to stop complaining. It was fairly silent after that. Dean began humming 'Back In Black' after five minutes, Sam leaned his head back and closed his eyes and Jamie tapped her feet to her own made up beat. After about half an hour of that, a young, red-headed girl came into the lobby. She was wearing a low-cut bright red shirt with pants that looked like they were cutting off blood circulation in her legs. She turned her head to see the cluster of people sitting in the plastic chairs of the room.

"Are you the ones here for the stylist job?" she asked, her blue eyes giving Jamie what she had deemed 'the pop once-over' when she was thirteen. She used to call the popular girls 'Pops'. They would tease her all the time, and whenever they saw her or her friends, they would look them up and down with a distasteful, nauseous look.

"Yeah, that's us", answered Sam, lifting his head, which caused his shaggy hair to fall into his eyes. Sam pushed himself up off the chair and Jamie and Dean followed suit. The red heads eyes widened when she caught sight of Dean.

"Well, hello", she purred, cocking her hip to the side and giving Dean a sultry look, "I'm Clover. And you are?"

"Dean", he answered, slightly clueless as to what Clover was insinuating. She obviously didn't really care and crooked her finger, beckoning them to follow her.

"Yeah, we're Sam and Jamie", called out Jamie, making sure that Clover knew who they were too. The red head snapped her head over her shoulder and shot Jamie a sour look before glancing at Dean again and sashaying away.

Jamie couldn't help but roll her eyes as she noticed the completely obvious and rehearsed way Clover swayed her hips in Dean's face. Jamie shot an annoyed glance over at Sam and noticed that he was having the same reaction. The two caught each others eyes and laughed quietly. Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and the two followed Clover.

"The job is simple", explained Clover, not bothering to look back at Sam and Jamie, "You take care of the models hair and make up while our other stylist, Trevor, is out. That simple enough for you?". This time, Clover was looking directly at Jamie. For some odd reason, she already disliked her. Jamie reasoned that since she had shown up with Sam and Dean, Clover assumed one of them was her boyfriend, which probably caused her to be jealous. Jamie couldn't help but snicker at that.

"Yeah", she replied, shaking her head, "Simple enough"

Clover rolled her eyes and sashayed away, sending Dean a wink before disappearing behind a door, heading off to who-cares-where.

"Well", muttered Sam to no one in particular, "She's a bit of a bitch"

"I don't know", replied Dean, his eyes still trained on the spot where Clover was, "She's not that bad"

"That's because you're thinking with your downstairs brain, Deano", cut in Jamie, her arms crossed. The brothers couldn't help but laugh.

The three made their way over to the little stylists table. It was covered in different types of shampoos, hairsprays and combs. Jamie could only guess how much makeup was stored in the drawers. She looked over at Sam and noticed him holding a can of hairspray that smelled intensely of mango. He was trying to find the spray hole, but ended up spraying himself in the face.

Jamie let out a good laugh, leaning her head back. "Don't hurt yourself, sweetie", she chuckled, giving Sam a teasing look. "You know, for someone with such awesome hair, you have no idea how to use product"

"You think I have awesome hair?" teased Sam, raising his eyebrow at Jamie. She couldn't help but blush, ever so slightly. She only hoped that Sam didn't notice.

"Don't get too cocky, Sammy boy", shot Jamie, narrowing her eyes playfully at him, "You might turn into your brother"

Sam gasped dramatically and raised his hand to his chest. "How dare you, miss? Suggest such a thing", he gasped.

Jamie chuckled and put down the strawberry shampoo she had been examining. "I fear my dramatic flair has rubbed off on you, dear Sammy", tittered Jamie, giving Sam a good, playful smirk. He shot her a similar look and laughed under his breath.

"I don't know if you can tell", cut in Dean, breaking the comfortable banter between the two brunettes, "But I'm seriously offended right now"

"Darling, you're always offended", chuckled Jamie, "Now let's head back to the motel and get out of these hellish pants"

"Amen, Collins", Dean semi-shouted and pumped his fist in the air.

…

The next morning was the first day of their investigation. Sam, as usual, woke up before the others. Apparently both Dean and Jamie had the bad habit of sleeping late. Sam had just taken a shower and gotten dressed when he noticed that the other two were still asleep. Dean, as usual, was asleep on his stomach, drooling and mumbling things in his sleep. Sam shook his head and looked over at Jamie. She was sleeping on her side, her knees curled up underneath her. Her hair fell on the side of her face, getting stuck on her lips and covering her eyes. Sam heaved a sigh and shook Jamie's shoulder, trying to wake her up.

"Jamie", he whispered, "Jamie, it's time to wake up"

She groaned and turned over on her stomach, trying in vain to get Sam to leave her alone. "I'm not gonna stop shaking you until you get up", whispered Sam. She groaned again and pushed herself up.

"I'm up. I'm up", she mumbled, pulling strands of hair from her lips. Sam chuckled and proceeded to do the same thing to Dean. Of course, it took twice as long to wake him up, but eventually they were both up and moving. They both got dressed fairly quickly. All three hunters were dressed fairly simply. Each one was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt. They all climbed into the Impala and drove off to their new job.

Clover was there again, wearing something even skimpier and tighter than yesterday. She sauntered over to the hunters, eyeing Dean without remorse. "Hello again", she purred, talking directly to Dean and, once again, ignoring Sam and Jamie.

"Hello to you too", replied Dean in a husky voice that he reserved for picking up girls.

Clover kept looking at Dean, not saying a word, but she and Dean seemed to be having eye-sex. After a few minutes of that, Sam cleared his throat to get their attention. They broke out of their wordless flirting and Clover looked a bit frustrated.

"Well then", Clover sputtered, caught off guard, "You all will be covering Blake Heather, the model we're using for this photo shoot. We'll be having her around for a few weeks"

"Sure", piped Jamie, walking straight to the makeup table, "I'm sure we can handle that". She shot Clover a fierce look, as if daring her to say anything else. Clover shot her what she probably assumed was a similar look, but it paled in comparison. She gave in and clacked off to whatever other job she had.

"Thanks for getting rid of the perfumed dragon lady", mumbled Sam, helping Jamie arrange the various shampoos and makeup compacts.

"It was my pleasure", Jamie replied, giving Sam a wink.

After a few minutes of shuffling around various makeup appliances and hairsprays, Sam heard the sound of bare feet approaching them. He turned his head to see who it was. The girl walking towards them was probably the model, Blake. She was quite pretty. She had light blonde hair that was cut stylishly short with a few thin, blue streaks. She had pale skin and ice-blue eyes. She was considerably shorter than Sam, and only an inch shorter than Jamie.

"Hi", said Sam, putting out his hand to shake.

"Hey", the blonde replied, giving Sam a half smile "I'm Blake, I'll be working with you all"

"Well, it's nice to meet-", began Jamie, but when she looked at Blake, her skin paled and her eyes went wide. "You", she finished quietly. Blake didn't notice Jamie's change in demeanor and gave her the same smile she had given Sam. Jamie didn't take her eyes off Blake. She just seemed to take in every inch.

"Well, I need to get my makeup done", piped Blake, shrugging her shoulders and crossing her arms, "They told me I just need basic right now"

Jamie seemed to be snapped from her daze at that. "Yeah, yeah. Sure", she mumbled, gesturing to the makeup chair. Blake sat and Jamie quickly put on a minimal amount of eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Blake nodded in thanks and left for the photo set. Jamie's eyes followed Blake until she disappeared behind a door.

"What, you got the hots for that chick?" Dean joked, but for the first time, Jamie didn't respond. No punch back, not sarcastic response, not even an eye roll. That's when Sam knew for sure that something was wrong.

"Are you okay, Jamie?" asked Sam, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Jamie didn't return Sam's gaze, but he could see the edges of her eyes turn red, a sign that she was holding back tears. He had never seen this expression on her face before. It looked sad, guilty, angry and desperate all at the same time. Jamie still didn't look at Sam, but she did give a response of sorts.

"Her real name is Blake Mordax", she choked out, rubbing her eyes fiercely, as if trying to push the tears back into her eyes, "I knew her"

"As in, knew her from a hunt or something?" asked Dean scratching his head.

"No", growled Jamie, who seemed to be growing angry, "Not from a hunt or something". With that said, Jamie snapped her head around and started irritably re-arranging the makeup table.

Sam was getting a little concerned for her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away, still refusing to meet his eyes.

Jamie continued to give Sam and Dean the cold shoulder the whole day. The only times she talked to them were to ask for different products while she did Blake's hair and makeup. Even then, she snapped at them and her voice sounded cold. Sam also noticed that Jamie studied Blake in the mirror whenever she got the chance. Blake didn't notice.

The two girls talked quite a bit. Blake turned out to be really sarcastic. Even worse than Jamie. They would talk like two teens at a sleepover.

At the end of the day, the three hunters went back to the motel. Jamie still hadn't spoken to them. It's not like the brothers hadn't tried to get her to talk. Dean had played the most annoying music he could come up with just to get her to complain. Sam had tried talking to her about the hunt, but neither one of them got any reaction. She just stared out the window with an angry look on her face.

When they finally reached the motel and entered the room, Dean broke the silence.

"Okay", he cut, grabbing Jamie's shoulder and forcing her to look at him, "What the hell is going on with you? What's with the cold shoulder?"

Jamie gave and angry laugh, narrowing her eyes in disbelief at Dean. "Why the fuck would you want to know?" she spat, giving Dean a good glare.

"Because we care about you", responded Sam, giving Jamie a sympathetic look, "And this moodiness is not like you"

"How would you know what I'm like", she hissed, putting her hands on her hips, "You've known me for, what? Two months?"

"Well, what the hell is eating you up so bad about this case then?" yelled Dean, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

Jamie looked to the side, refusing to meet their eyes, but Sam could see that same look as before. Her eyes rimmed red. She took a shaky breath before responding. "I knew her, okay?" she choked out quietly, "I knew her back then"

"What do you mean 'back then'?" asked Dean, quieter but still frustrated.

Realization dawned on Sam. He remembered their conversation from back in the police station when she told him what had happened. "Before your parents were killed", whispered Sam, taking a step forward. Jamie looked up at Sam with eyes that barely contained tears.

"Yeah", she choked out, wrapping her arms around her waist, "She was my best friend". Her eyes turned dark and narrowed suddenly. Her nostrils flared and her eyes flashed. "And it's your fault", she hissed.

Sam and Dean didn't have time to ask why or shoot back when she spun around and stomped out the door towards her room. Both brothers clamored after her.

"Jamie", called Dean, "What do you mean?"

But she didn't respond. She made her way over to her room, slammed the door, locked it behind her and didn't utter another word.

...

Sam held an empty bottle of overpriced shampoo, headed towards the garbage can in the small break room. The room held a refrigerator, a microwave, a toaster and smelled like too much perfume. The sugary scents of mango, rose and grape made the tall man want to gag. Another man came up behind Sam and tossed an empty hairspray bottle in the trash.

"Cant stand the smell, either?" he asked Sam, giving him a sympathetic smile. He had blonde hair that fell into his eyes and a slim frame.

"Yeah", chuckled Sam, closing the trash lid, "Smells like a mango got diarrhea and crapped out a bunch of roses"

The guy chuckled and nodded before turning back to Sam. "I'm Cole" he said, sticking his hand out for a shake.

"Sam", replied Sam, shaking Cole's hand, "Hey, did you hear about those two models who died?"

"Yeah", sighed Cole, shoving his hands in his pockets, "It's pretty sad. I was friends with one of them. Her name was Gabriella. She was a total nerd. Really into anime and manga. She was new here and a lot of people made fun of her behind her back. Said she wasn't skinny enough, as if having no body fat content automatically makes you beautiful"

"I'm sorry for your loss", muttered Sam, placing his hand on Cole's shoulder.

"You know, if you're not busy tonight…" began Cole, looking a little nervous.

"Woah, no", stuttered Sam, waving his hands and blushing like a schoolgirl, "I'm sorry. You seem really nice but I like girls"

"Oh, shit. I am so sorry" began Cole, "It was totally out of the blue, I'm sorry. Who's your girlfriend, because if your dating one of the models I can assure you they're all crazy"

Sam's smile faded. The mention of girlfriends brought back old memories of Jess. The times they would study together in the library, lay in bed at night, cook together. "No, no models", mumbled Sam, "She, uh- she's". He couldn't finish his sentence, but Cole seemed to understand.

"I'm sorry, Sam" he mumbled, "I'm sure she was incredible"

Sam was fighting back tears. "Yeah", he whispered, "She was"

…

Days passed for the hunters while they took care of the case. Sam and Jamie did extensive research on Hedy, finding out where she hung herself exactly, who the guy she was having an affair was, etc.

On a more entertaining note, Clover hadn't stopped flirting with Dean. It had gotten just plain gross the way she threw herself at him.

The boys were off checking out the area where Hedy offed herself, leaving Jamie alone to take care of Blake's makeup. Jamie hadn't spoken to the boys much except for one-word answers or commands. She couldn't look them in the eyes anymore. At least not now.

Jamie just couldn't quite look Blake in the eyes either. She had missed her so much, especially in those first few years away. She had missed their sleepovers where they watched every movie they could get their hands on until three in the morning. She missed the way they would complain about the little bitch they had to carpool with for school together. She missed getting colored streaks in their hair together, shopping for 'first-day-of-school' clothes, getting ready for dance rehearsals. She missed it all.

But at the same time, she was pissed off at the blonde. She hadn't recognized Jamie at all. It's not that Jamie wanted her to. It would just put her in danger. She was better off thinking that Jamie was dead, but it still hurt that the girl who she had spent most of her childhood with didn't recognize her.

Jamie was pulled out of her sad thoughts by the blonde in question.

"Hey!" she greeted, giving Jamie a smile, "How's it going, Jamie?"

"Not bad, Blake", Jamie responded, pulling out the makeup chair for Blake to sit in. Jamie looked over at the model and noticed something. She looked sad, tired.

"What's up?" asked Jamie as Blake plopped down in the chair, concerned about her old friend.

Blake swatted her hand, as if shooing away the question. "I'm fine", she said calmly but unconvincingly. Jamie still remembered how to tell when Blake was lying. Her voice always got too airy and calm, like she was overcompensating.

"I can tell you're lying", shot Jamie, raising her eyebrow and looking at Blake in the mirror. Blake glared back, as if daring Jamie to keep questioning her. Blake had always been more stubborn than Jamie when they were young, but Jamie had perfected her glare when she became a hunter. It took a few minutes of staring, but Blake finally gave in.

"Fine", she mumbled, crossing her arms like a toddler about to throw a fit, "If you must know, this is a bad day for me"

"Why?" asked Jamie, genuinely curious.

Blake's face softened and her arms went slightly limp. She took a deep breath before responding to Jamie, and what she said completely surprised the hunter.

"This is the day my best friend disappeared", she whispered.

Jamie's eyes went wide. Blake really did remember her. Jamie fought to keep herself from revealing her identity. "What happened?" she asked quietly, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.

Blake huffed, her eyes blazing the way they used to when that annoying bitch, Allie, would go on a rant about how she was better than them. "Why the hell do you want to know?" she spat, glaring at Jamie through the mirror.

Jamie raised her hands in mock surrender, giving Blake a sympathetic look. "I just thought you might like to talk it out", Jamie said soothingly, the same way she used to when Blake was about to cuss someone out and get herself in trouble. She began curling Blake's hair quietly.

Blake huffed again, but spoke. "It was nine years ago", she said, her voice tight and controlled, "Her parents and brother had just been murdered in her own house. How sick is that?! To kill them all! Well, she was found in her house in shock. They wouldn't let me see her until questioning was over because I might be an accomplice or some other bullshit like that. But after a week, when I was finally able to see her, she had disappeared. Her room was bare, all the family photos were gone, all her clothes gone. It's almost like she had never been there in the first place. I still have no idea what happened to her. The bastards that killed her family could have kidnapped her. She could be locked in some warehouse somewhere. She could be dead for all I know!"

Jamie noticed that Blake had begun to cry. She hadn't seen Blake like that for a long time, even before she bolted. Blake wasn't the crying type. She was more the yell in your face type. To see her reduced to tears broke a little piece of Jamie. Her next words broke her even more.

"I just wish I knew she was okay", Blake whispered, wiping her eyes of any evidence of her tears.

Without another word, Blake stood up and stalked away to the green room to rest before her shoot. Jamie's eyes followed Blake, like she was trying to remind herself that this wasn't a dream. She raised a trembling hand to her eye, pulling it back and noticing that it came back wet. Funny, she hadn't even noticed that she had been crying at all.

Her tears were forgotten when a hand clamped down on her shoulder…

…

Sam and Dean had been combing through the green room for any EMF. There were faint traces, but nothing that seemed too serious. They decided to turn around and check on Jamie. Neither brother knew exactly what to do when it came to Jamie right now. They didn't know whether to comfort her or leave her alone.

Walking silently through the halls, a voice broke through.

"-must know, this is a bad day for me", they heard someone say. Sam could tell it was Blake. She just had that distinctive voice.

"Why?" asked another voice. Jamie, definitely Jamie.

There was a long pause before Blake's broken voice rang through again. "This is the day my best friend disappeared"

Sam looked over at Dean, and his brother gave a nod. The two shuffled over to the corner and looked over at the mirror where they could see the blonde and the brunette perfectly.

Jamie's eyes went wide. It looked like an entire wall of bricks had been dumped right on her head. Sam could barely stand to see her like that.

The two brothers painfully listened as Blake recounted her memories of her best friend disappearing. Sam could tell that it was true. It matched Jamie's story from the police department almost perfectly. With each word that Blake uttered, Jamie's face looked more and more pained, like someone had stabbed her with a knife and continued to twist it. When Blake finished speaking, she stood up quickly and walked out the door. Sam noticed the tears running down Jamie's face. He just couldn't stand here and do nothing.

Sam began to walk over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, shocked. When she saw Sam, her face fell and Sam could see the complete, stabbing pain eating away at her. She no longer tried to rub away her tears and just looked Sam in the eye. Dean came up behind Sam and just stared at the two.

"I'm so sorry", Sam whispered.

"I know", Jamie whispered back.

Sam could practically feel Dean searching for words behind him, but he knew Dean couldn't say anything to make this better. Instead he just placed a hand awkwardly on her shoulder and patted. But one thing still confused Sam: How was this their fault?

The three stood in awkward silence until they noticed something wrong.

The lights began to flicker and the room turned cold.

…

Jamie could feel her skin go cold. She could see her breath hanging in the air, but only one thought entered her head. "Blake", she whispered.

The brothers eyes went wide and sprung into action. The three hunters went to the makeup table where they had hidden some rock salt guns, holy water and knives. Each of them loaded up on weapons before running in the direction Blake had gone. Jamie's blood ran cold. She couldn't let something to Blake. Not now. Not ever.

As the three hunters rounded the corner, they saw Blake backed against a corner by the ghost of none other than Hedy LaRue. She was wearing a tattered red dress, high heels, and smudged makeup. Everything about this ghost screamed feral. She had Blake cornered. Blake didn't know what to do, or even what was going on. Jamie stood shell-shocked. Never in her life had she ever seen this coming. She had always thought that the people from her old life would be safe. That part of her life had always felt separate from her hunting life, but now she knew that it was all a lie. A stupid lie she had told herself to sleep at night.

"Step away from the blonde, bitch", growled Jamie, lifting her gun and aiming for Hedy. The dead blonde turned and looked directly at Jamie. Her eyes were blurry and her face was soft.

"I thought he loved me", she whimpered when suddenly her features sharpened and her eyes blazed "He was a LIAR!"

Hedy flew towards Jamie, her fingers clenched and nails sharp. Sam and Dean stepped in from of her but the ghost screeched and the boys flew towards the walls. "You cant save them" she hissed, staring straight at Jamie, "We aren't pretty enough for them. We never will be. It's better to be dead"

Suddenly, Jamie felt her throat constrict. Her hands flew to her throat and she felt rope tied around it. She felt herself being hoisted up by the noose. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs felt like they were on fire.

"Jamie!" yelled Sam, scrambling up onto his feet. Jamie tried to call back but all that came out were gurgling sounds. Blake had tried to run, but Hedy had locked all the doors. Jamie's legs kicked, trying in vain to free herself from the noose. Suddenly two shots could be heard and Jamie fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath. Sam had shot the rope Clint Eastwood style, and Hedy looked pissed.

"You cant save us!" she screamed, her eyes flaming and her nostrils flaring. Dean lifted his gun and shot her with rock salt, causing her to flicker and disappear. Some of the salt his Jamie in the arm and it stung like hell.

Hedy reappeared farther back, looking furious. Her eyes changed from brown to red and she floated towards them menacingly. If looks could kill, her snarl would have killed everyone in the room. The three hunters all raised their guns, ready to fire. Hedy chuckled and waved her hand, causing them to hit the walls, then Blake did something really stupid.

A lamp on the table was knocked over. Jamie's best guess was that the model had been shaking so bad that she accidentally knocked it over. Hedy noticed the noise, snapped her head around and advanced on Blake. She curled her fingers and a rope appeared around Blake's throat. She started to kick her legs wildly as she was lifted up off the ground. Her blonde hair fell into her blue eyes, the same eyes she had become so used to when she was a kid. The eyes that watched stupid movies with her, that read books she recommended, that looked so bored in school yet so alive when she was singing.

Panic overtook Jamie. No, she thought desperately, Not her!

Before she could talk herself out of it, Jamie did something she could get killed for.

"Hey, bitch!" she yelled, struggling to her feet. Hedy snapped her head around, breaking her focus and freeing Blake. She fell to the ground, coughing. She looked up at Jamie with fear in her eyes. Jamie lifted her hand, palm facing the ghost. She started to feel cold, like ice water had been poured into her veins. Her entire body felt dead, but at the same time so very alive. Her eyes burned and her hand trembled. She could feel her powers coursing through her fingertips. Blood started to fall from her nose and ears, but she barely noticed.

Hedy began to twitch and screech in pain. Pieces of her were falling off and crumbling to ash. She began to rip herself apart. She had just torn her own abdomen when she crumbled into a pile of ash. The cold, dead feeling faded away and Jamie's eyes stopped burning, but her trembling hadn't stopped. She had never intentionally used her powers. Not ever.

Jamie looked down at Blake. She looked terrified and like she was about to puke. Dean looked at her with wide eyes. He looked scared, but not like he was afraid of her. Something else was bothering him about this. Sam gave her a sad, understanding look. God knows why. How could he look so calm? What was he hiding?

...

Hedy was gone. Blake got away. There was no reason to stay any longer.

Jamie decided not to say goodbye. Blake deserved that goodbye from the Jamie Collins she knew, but that girl was dead. She wasn't who she had been and her friend deserved better.

No one in the Impala spoke for about twenty miles until Dean pulled off at an empty lot in the middle of nowhere. Jamie's eyes widened. They're gonna kill me, she thought. Her heart rate picked up and her survival instincts kicked in. She felt for the knife that was always tucked in her boot. Both brothers got out of the car and Dean gestured for Jamie to get out. She got out cautiously, her fingers near her ankle, ready to cut them up if she needed to (not to kill, just enough to slow them down).

"Jamie", whispered Sam, looking her directly in the eyes with what looked like concern, "What did you do back there"

"I-", stuttered Jamie, trying to find a way to explain it without sounding like a complete freak, "I'm not sure"

"Don't lie to us", growled Dean, looking dangerous.

Jamie flinched, her hand going to her waist (she also had another knife tucked into her jeans). "Dean", Sam mumbled back, sounding sad, "Please just give us a minute". Dean didn't look to happy but he dragged himself back to the Impala. Sam turned back to Jamie, hands up to show he had no weapons. "When did these powers start?" he asked quietly.

Her eyes flicked over Sam's face, trying to detect any lies. "About when I turned twenty two", she mumbled, unsure of herself.

Sam exhaled, sounding relieved, yet at the same time hurt. "Mine too", he whispered.

"What?" stuttered Jamie, trying to grasp what Sam had just said, "Y-you have powers too?"

"Yeah", he said, straightening his back and getting to be more comfortable, "I have these dreams, premonitions. They scare the crap out of me"

"Hey, mine scare the shit out of me, too", chuckled Jamie, trying to make the younger Winchester feel better. It seemed to work at least a little. Sam cracked a small smile, but then his smile fell and he looked dead serious.

"How does it feel?" he asked, giving her the full puppy eyes.

"How does what feel?" question Jamie, confused.

"To use your powers", clarified Sam, "I get these killer headaches and I sweat and it hurts like hell"

Jamie didn't quite know how to respond, but this complete, numb sadness washed over her as she did. "I feel cold", she said, sounding numb, "Dead. Like my body isn't mine anymore, but it also feels like something inside me is coming to life"

Sam's eyes darkened before he pulled the brunette into a hug. The two hung onto each other for a few moments.

His arms felt warm and safe, like home used to feel…