She only realizes something is going on when his head shots up and he is moving to the door in an impossible speed. Half the bar follows him. Jess finds herself going after him too.
There, the other-Winchester is in the middle of a fight against four men.
Sam jumps the nearest one, fists flying.
He knows how to fight. Did she ever really know him, really?
His opponent is joined by one of his friends when a loud noise interrupts them.
A shot.
Oh my god, where the hell is she?
A woman holding a very large wooden gun is yelling "Enough!".
Probably the bar owner.
"I said it before and I'll say it again. I will not have hunter on hunter on my roadhouse", she barks. "Bartley, you get the hell out of here."
One of the four men straightens up. "This is between me and the boys, Ellen, you stay put."
She points the gun at him. "These are my rules. My roadhouse. So you? You pay attention. The Winchesters are family. You mess with them, you mess with me. And you are no longer welcome in my bar".
The man snorts. Then laughs.
"Winchesters are family? Really, Ellen? John Winchester's boys? Oh, Ellen, what would Billy think of you know?"
Jess feels the atmosphere shift.
The woman's gaze is hard like stone.
Sam and the-other-Winchester turn to the man in the same fluid movement, fury in their eyes, fists clenching.
Everyone else is dead silent.
The woman calmly blinks once. Then again. And then…
"Sam?"
Sam's body shows his attention shifts towards her, but his eyes never leave the man in front of him.
"Take him out"
It's half a second. Sam's fist fly, the man is down on the ground.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, the rest of you. I suggest you leave"
The other three gather the fallen one and start to head out. Sam says something to the other guy before turning back towards the bar and freezing.
His eyes lock on to hers.
Her heart gives one hard thump.
He blinks.
She stops breathing.
He swallows. Then whispers.
"Jess."
