This is a ' drabble sequel' to the 'Sam was not stupid' drabble, but it works on its own too.

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"Have you noticed that creepy black car on the corner?", Jess asked. "I think I saw it in the campus this morning. And yesterday too. That's just… creepy…"

Sam just had to laugh out loud.

Dean was so stupid.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it", he offered.

Jess just looked suspicious from the window.

"Why not?"

Sam should have seen that coming.

"I'm sure it's nothing…"

"Samuel…"

God, he hated when Jess called him Samuel. Nobody ever called him Samuel.

She had her arms crossed in front of her body and the look of someone who was clearly at the end of her rope with all of Sam's lies and secrets.

"Ok… it's my brother, ok? You don't have to worry about it."

Jess's eyebrows skyrocketed at that.

"Your brother? Dean?

"Yeah, he's checking up on me. He does it every few months."

He could see Jess working that information on her brain. He had to smirk. He didn't even touch the tip of the tip of the tip of the mountain of weird that was his family.

"Why isn't he checking up on you… from here?"

"Well, because that's how Dean rolls… just let him be, he'll disappear in a couple days."

"Let him be? He's your brother, Sam! Go get him, ask him to come inside. I'm sure whatever it is you two…"

Sam cut her. "Look, the moment I step on the sidewalk, if he even suspects I got a glimpse of him, he'll turn away and vanish"

"Well, why don't you call him, then? Tell him you saw him."

"Cause he'll swear to me he's halfway across the country, make fun of me saying I'm must be in love with him if I'm having hallucinations of seeing him everywhere and then proceed to turn away and vanish", Sam stated matter of factly.

"What… I… Sam! You're brothers. That's not… right"

If it was even possible, Sam fell a little more in love with Jess, the confusion playing on her face. He had to smile. He had to offer something.

"Look, Jess. It's ok. It's how he deals with it."

"With what?"

Sam sat on the couch. He had to sit for that one.

"Well…", he tried. "My dad ingrained two things in my brother's head. They are the core of his very existence. Two rules he must obey no matter what. Number one: he has to take care of me. Number two: he has to follow dad's orders to the letter", Sam explained.

"Now, at this moment, these two very fundamental rules are opposing each other. Dean still thinks it's his job to take care of me. He doesn't care that I am 21, that I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. It's irrational. I mean until the very last day I lived with him, every single morning, the first thing he'd do was look for me: if I was in the other bed, on the bathroom, having breakfast. I was 20. It's irrational, I gave up trying to convince him to let it go. He can't. And now my father's orders are to leave me the hell alone. And Dean is nothing if not obedient. He's a good son, he's a good soldier. My dad tells him to jump off a cliff, he stops to make sure I'm at a safe distance from the edge and then he jumps."

Jess was pretty much speechless.

"This is his way to deal with that. He has to take care of me, it's his job, but my dad ordered him to stay away, so he's checking up from afar. He's taking care of me, he's not disobeying dad, his world can continue to function."

"Okay, okay. I give up. I'll leave it alone", Jess offered.

"Good. Don't worry", he kissed her forehead. "I'll go grab a quick shower".

Jess walked back to the window. The car was still there. She took a deep breath, heard Sam turn on the shower. She breathed. "This is ridiculous", she muttered to herself.

She went to the kitchen, got a plate with the cookies she baked this morning and headed to the door.

The moment she stepped on the sidewalk and turned around, the car had vanished.