Usually Jessica woke up to the sound of her boyfriend terrible singing. She was pretty sure he had this idea that the bathroom was a special land where no sound could ever escape from, so when he showered, he sang. The sound did escape, and it sucked.

She would stay in bed listening and laughing into her pillow. But there was no singing, no water running or any sign that anyone was in the bathroom, the covers on the bed were rumpled and Sam was nowhere in sight.

It was probably nothing, so she buried her head back in his pillow, because it smelled of him, and she was so whipped, and tried to go back to sleep. She had actually managed to doze off when the first noise came to snap her eyes open. Then the second made her sit up, the third simply freaked her out.

"It's nothing." saying it aloud was good, because feeling stupid was just better than feeling… this.

So, still feeling stupid, she got up and sneaked out of the bedroom with James Bond's theme humming in her head to keep her calm and collected while she crept her way to the kitchen, her back to the wall the whole time.

"Sam?" Jessica called and got a wide eyed look from her boyfriend before he schooled his features into a neutral look.

"Hey Jess" Sam said slowly, coming to stand beside her, his eyes never leaving the strange guy – boy? – leaning on the kitchen sink "This is my brother, Dean."

"Brother?" Jess knew Sam had a brother. A younger brother that he never ever talked about, so it was a pretty distant knowledge, to be honest, she thought that said brother was dead.

Obviously not, since the guy, Dean, was stepping forward, to her, and seemed pretty alive and – by the undisguised onceover she got – kind of a dick.

"Wow…" Dean breathed, eyes cat-like in the poor light coming from the street "You're way out of my brother's league."

She was about to tell him to fuck off when Sam let out this twitchy hollow laugh "So not funny, Dean. What do you want?"

Dean's eyes dropped to the ground then, brow knitted and twirled the beer bottle for a couple of seconds before looking at his brother. The whole dickness about him dropped down a notch by then, but Jessica figured it could just be a moment thing. He'd probably be back to his dickish ways anytime now.

"Dad's been gone for a couple of weeks."

"By 'gone' do you mean dead?" Sam asked after a beat and Dean's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Dude, no! Dad's not dead!"

"Then I still don't get what you're doing here."

Now that was cold. Jessica didn't really know what happened between Sam and his family, since the stubborn ass wouldn't talk about it, but still… And that stricken look on Dean's face only made it worse, even if it disappeared in an instant.

"I'm gonna rephrase that." Dean shot Jess a quick glance, but turned his focus back to his brother "Dad went on a hunting trip, and I haven't heard from him since."

Sam turned to stone right then and there, and Jess wanted to say she understood, but she really didn't. Hunting was a dangerous practice, sure, but-

"And what do you want me to do about it, Dean?" the silence after Sam asked that was heavy and uncomfortable.

Jessica wanted to leave the brothers to themselves, didn't want to see that side of Sam, and specially didn't want to feel any sympathy for Dean, she didn't even know him, he could be – probably was – faking it. If she could guess anything by the way Sam was treating him, Dean was trouble, hell, he climbed through their window in the middle of the night, it just couldn't be good.

But the way he was looking back at Sam… The fact that he was trying to hide it only made it worse. She hoped he was faking it, or Sam was being a gigantic moron.

Dean seemed to remember she was there and wrinkled his nose. "Do we really need to talk about this in front of her?" then shot Jess an apologizing glance.

"Whatever you wanna say to me, you can say in front of her." Sam answered stoically, wrapping an arm around Jessica's shoulder.

She almost shrugged him off, felling like she was being used as a weapon in some sort of sibling war, but curiosity got the best of her. Whatever happened next would be epic, and the only thing missing was popcorn. And yes, she was a horrible, horrible person.

"Whatever?" Dean echoed, expression changing to something Jess thought was just mischievous, but Sam's arm tightened around her "Ok. Jess? I can call you Jess, right?" he didn't wait for an answer "Did you know that lover boy over there chewed on his hair for years?"

Okay… Not exactly what she'd been expecting he'd say, still, Jessica snorted despite herself.

"What?" Sam's voice was almost a shriek.

"Yeah, he didn't think I knew that." Dean kept going, leaning back on the sink "But I did." he whispered ominously "Dad had been busy and kinda neglected our haircuts for a while, I had like…" he waved a hand in front of his forehead "bangs, so you can only imagine what Rapunzel there looked like. Whenever he thought I wasn't looking, he munched on his hair like it tasted of sunshine and lollipops. Pretty much the most disgusting thing I ever saw."

"Yeah, Jess, could you give us a moment?" Sam pleaded, guiding her away from the kitchen.

"No! Let me tell her how I got you to stop the freak fest!" Dean shouted as he followed "We were sharing a bed."

"Dean, enough." Sam warned, but was thoroughly ignored by both girlfriend and brother.

"So I waited 'till he was fast asleep, got a pair of scissors and snapped a tiny lock of my hair and spread it across his pillow." he sat down comfortably on the couch.

"I'm gonna call the cops." with an eye roll, Jess grabbed Sam's arm before he could get to the phone "Jess!" he looked betrayed.

"Sam… Just talk to your brother. He's obviously worried about your father enough to bring out the big guns on your weird ass childhood habits."

"See, big brother" Dean commented lightly "I already like her more than I like you."

"And you." she turned to Dean, whose eyes went impossibly wide. Huh. They were green "Next time, you come in through the door, knocking beforehand would be nice. Or at least call before climbing up the window, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"I did call!" Dean exclaimed, full of righteous indignation "I did! Left a voicemail and everything."

They turned to Sam who had a deer caught in headlights look. "I never got anything." Jess narrowed her eyes and Sam shrugged "I didn't!"

"Look. I got it." Dean intervened, all mischief gone from his expression "I'm disrupting your concept of normal, Sam, I just wanted some help with the whole dad ordeal, but I'll figure it out."

Sam blanched at that. "I can help you."

"No, dude, I'm fine. Really. It's just that… It's been a while, I guess I just… You know."

Jessica kept looking between brothers and realized that whatever it was that Dean meant, she didn't know. And was simply dying to know, but decided it was best to wait this out.

Sam just stood there, looking awkward and… guilty, maybe? He was about to say something when Dean stood.

"Dude." he said with an easy smile "Relax! Seriously, you're gonna pull something. I gotta go now… Sorry for the whole, you know, breaking and entering in the middle of the night and stealing a beer and… Whatever else." he stood up and went back to the kitchen.

"You can leave through the door!" Jess called out and Dean peaked back "Or you could just stay the night."

"Nah… But I'll take the offer on the door thing."

Sam remembered how to move and rushed to escort his brother out. "You really can stay, you know?" he whispered as soon as he closed the door.

"No, Sam… I can't, I shouldn't even have come. I just…"

"Needed help?"

"Yeah… It's kinda hard." Dean shrugged and smiled again "But I'll handle it. Always do. Dad probably just lost his cell or something."

Sam was about to call bullshit on the lost cellphone when it hit him, what was really going on. "How long did you say dad's been gone?"

"A couple of weeks."

"And how long before that have you been hunting alone?"

"What?" Dean gave a brief laugh "What does that have to do with anything?"

"So you have been hunting alone, haven't you?"

"Dude, I'm eighteen. Gotta be able to lift my own weight sooner or later."

"Dean, you're a kid."

"Sam, you're an asshole. See? I can say random stuff 'bout you too, only mine are true."

Sam got a pinched look on his face, but reined his temper "I just meant I agree with you. You can't do this alone."

"I obviously can, Sammy. I've been doing just that, I just needed to see some familiar faces, it's all. Now I'm all warm and fuzzy inside and can totally get back on the road."

"So you missed me?"

Dean snorted loudly. "Oh, for fuck sake. I thought you've gotten over the whole girly thing now that you actually managed to get a real girl. How did you do that by the way? I mean, she's hot! Like really hot. Like way better than I ever thought you'd be able to get."

Sam laughed and stared at his younger brother. Dean looked all grown up and it scared the shit out of Sam, he couldn't even explain why, but it always felt that the moment Sam walked out the door, Dean would freeze in time, forever fourteen, skinny and gangly, laughing way too loudly at the most inappropriate times.

"Dean-" he tried, but couldn't finish.

"Look, I gotta go. It was a long drive and I'm dead on my feet."

They walked silently to where Dean parked and Sam's jaw dropped. "You got the Impala?"

"Well… Yeah."

"You stole the Impala from me?"

"Dude! You were gonna sell it."

"Why didn't you just ask for it?"

There was no answer, Dean placed his hand on the roof of the car like he needed support, then turned slowly and smiled "Bye, Sammy."

Sam had been standing on the sidewalk, of that much he was sure, though he had no idea how long had it been since Dean left, or why the hell was he so cold all of a sudden.

"You are not going to tell me you just let your brother drive away, are you?" Jessica asked from the window.

"I didn't let him, he just… Went."

"I'm going after him."

"What? Why the hell would you do that?"

"First?" she was already outside wearing one of his hoodies and flowery rubber boots that she would normally wear when it was raining. She looked stunning. And he was so whipped. "He's your brother, and even if I don't know what happened between you two, I can tell that you care. You've been standing there for about 20 minutes since he left. Second? He never got to finish the story 'bout how he got you to stop chewing on your hair."

"He was lying, you know."

She gave him a peck on the lips. "Sure he was."

A/U.: Ok, I have no idea where I'm going with this, I just needed to write it down or it would keep me up at night.

They're not really drabbles, but they don't make that much of a story either, so... Yeah. Don't expect much of a cronological anything. Or good grammar. Or extensive vocabulary. Seriously, just forgive the foreign girl and give this a try, you might enjoy it!