"You know, we made a hell of a team back there..." Dean calls out. Sam turns and replies "Yeah." Eager to get inside. To see Jessica. Back to normal life. Dean seems to realize Sam's not coming back, and he turns back to the wheel. He drives away down the street. Sam watches him go for a few seconds before turning back up the stairs and racing into the apartment he shares with Jessica.
Unlocking the door, he calls out "Jess, you home?" He walks inside and sees a plate of cookies with a note. He smiles and takes one. Jess makes the best cookies. Suddenly he hears a screaming.
"Jess!" He shouts, racing into the bedroom where the scream came from. When he comes in, he sees Jessica pinned halfway up the wall, her face a mask of sheer terror. A man stands at the edge of the bed staring at her intently.
"Hey!" Sam shouts. "What the hell?!" The man turns and looks at Sam with blazing yellow eyes. He smiles wickedly.
"Hello, Sam." Sam glances at Jessica, her face still frozen in a silent scream.
"Duck!" Comes a loud voice from behind Sam. He does and hears a him fire a gun. Dean steps into the bedroom as the man jumps out the window, and hits the ground running.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouts. "What was that?" Sam doesn't reply, instead racing over to Jessica. He reaches out and as soon as he touches her leg, whatever spell held her silent and frozen breaks and she falls off the wall. Sam catches her and she sobs as he drowns her in a hug.
"What was that?" She asks hysterically, mimicking Dean. Sam just holds her tight.
"I don't know, but you're okay. You're okay." He strokes her hair and her back. "I've got you. It's okay."
"Well, now you're really screwed, Sammy." Dean says roughly, interrupting the moment. Sam lets go of Jess and turns to his brother.
"What do you mean?"
"That thing is gonna come back. It was a demon, and those things don't leave a job unfinished. And I'll be damned if that wasn't the one Dad's been searching for all these years." Dean turns to Jessica. "Look, I know you're scared, but I'm going to need you to hold it together. We're leaving in five minutes. I'll be in the car." Dean heads for the door.
"No way." Jessica says shakily. Dean turns around and looks at her. "Excuse me?"
"I said no way. Sam has his interview tomorrow. He can't miss that. And we have to call the cops. There's a freaking psycho killer on the loose!" Jessica turns to Sam, who's looking at Dean, who's looking at Jessica like she's the psycho.
"Jess," Sam says gently. "I think we should listen to Dean. I can't protect you all the time, and the cops aren't going to be any help."
"Why not?" She asks.
"We'll explain later." Dean interrupts roughly. "Just take what you can't live without and some clothes and let's go." He heads out to his car, and waits. Within ten minutes, Sam and Jessica come out, each holding a large duffel bash and a backpack slung over their shoulders. Dean opens up the door to the backseat and Jessica slides in silently. Sam puts his bags in the trunk and then crawls in the back with her.
"I feel like a freaking taxi driver." Dean mutters, climbing into the drivers seat and firing up the engine.