Jessica had her hair tied in a messy bun and her apron covering her tracksuit pants and Beatles shirt was stained with flower, as she finally took the chocolate chip cookies out the oven. She put her hands on her hips and smiled. None of them even messed up! She might not be a domestic goddess, but hey, look! She's not a complete fuck up! She delicately slid the warm biscuits onto a plate and left a note saying- 'Missed you! Love you!' She was still grinning as she took off her 'kiss the cook' apron and walked to her room, trying to untangle her hair from her elastic band. It was late, probably eleven o'clock, but Jess wasn't tired. She wanted to give Sam a surprise welcome home. A special one. She was about to take her shirt off when she heard a knock at the door.
Sam? No, he's got keys. Who knocks at your door in the middle of the freaking night? Jess walked slowly to the front door, listening for anything suspicious. She placed her hands lightly against the white painted door and looked through the peep hole. Brady? What the hell? She was about to unlock it and let him in, but her hand froze. She didn't want to let him in. This didn't feel right, not at all. She could pretend she wasn't awake, or not home. She pulled her hand away, listening to her instincts. He might have once been her old best friend, but he's nowhere near her friend anymore. She stepped back, but a spine chilling voice seeped from the crack under the door. "Come on Jessy, it's me." Her breathing became shallow and she took another step back, almost stumbling. "I know you're there. Let me in, Jessica." He wasn't joking around anymore. Brady's voice was flat and sharper than a guillotine's blade.
Jess turned around to reach for Sam's baseball bat, which he'd left leaning against the wall next to the living room just in case Jess might need it (like maybe for when your crazy ex-best friend tried to break in), when a ground shaking blow hit the door. It groaned in protest as was hit again, and again. Jessica screamed and ran to her room for her phone. She heard manic laughter follow her heels. "Run little Jessy, your boyfriend's not here to save you." Her breathing was ragged as she grabbed her phone, typing in '911' frantically with the baseball bat being pressed into her ribcage by her elbow. She heard the door give way, shrapnel skidding down the hallway. She ran behind her door and waited for Brady to scream in triumph, or perhaps insanity, but the apartment was deathly quiet. She could hear herself breathing, the clock in the hallway and her frantic heart trying to escape out her mouth. "Fee Fie Fo Fum, I smell and English woman." The voice was so close Jess almost whimpered, but she was still trying to call the police. "Hello 911 how may we-"
"Please help someone's broken int-" She screamed as Brady swung the door open and grabbed her shoulders. "Gotcha." He beamed insanely. Jess brought up her knee and crushed it into Brady's groin. He leaned forwards, cursing, and she brought her elbow down, whacking it against his skull. He let go and fell onto his knees. She jumped over him and brought her bat up. Brady chuckled. "You've got spunky, I'll give you that." He stood up quickly and stepped forwards, but Jessica held her ground. Her grip on the bat was making her knuckles go white. "Give up now and I'll make your death as painless as possible."
"Amazingly, that offer doesn't appeal to me very much." Jess's voice wavered a bit, her throat was dry and her brain was screaming at her to just run, but her eyes held fire fiercer than anything Brady had ever seen. "It's a shame, you'd be a nice toy to play with."
Jess swung her bat but he caught it. She kicked him in the knee and pulled her weapon away. She swung again, but Brady ducked and pulled the bat completely from her grasp. He slapped her across the face, bringing tears to her eyes, but she lashed out, successfully scraping her nails across his face. "Arrrrgg! I'm going to fucking kill you, you useless slut!" Brady tackled her to the ground, her head just missing the edge of the bed.
Her back hit the ground, knocking all the air out of her lungs. She was struggling to breathe when Brady punched her across her jaw, sending waved of pain across her face. He hit her again, this time on the other side of her face. Her lip had split. She could taste blood in her mouth. She tried to focus on Brady, willing him to stop. Her old friend has to be in there somewhere. Brady grabbed her shirt and pulled her up, so they were face to face. His eyes were completely black, whites and everything, and there were nasty scratches going from his right temple, across his bloody, pitch black eye to the bridge of his nose.
"Who are you?" Jessica choked through blood and tears. "I am your death." Brady hissed, throwing her back down against the ground. Her head hit the carpet with a thud that almost sent her into unconsciousness, but she refused to give up. Brady had started chanting something under his breath, gibberish was all Jess could hear. Her mind was foggy, but she saw the abandon baseball bat at most 3 feet away. She swallowed back nausea and blood. She could feel her body warming up unnaturally and some kind of magnetic pull pulling her backwards. She used all of her remaining strength to propel herself forwards to grab the bat. Brady gabbed her ankle, but she had the handle in her right hand. She turned around and swung it in the general direction of her attacker, and managed to hit him in the head. The bat cracked against his head and he fell sideways, hitting his skull against the corner of the bed. Jessica got unsteadily to her feet, and swung her bat two more times against the feebly moving body on her bedroom floor. She was about to pass out when she heard a voice that almost made her sob of joy. "Jess? Jessica!"
"Sam! I'm in the bedroom!" she cried out, her voice ragged. Sam ran in, taking in the mess, Jessica's bloodied up face and the attacker on the floor. He ran in and hugged her, taking the bloody bat away from her shaking hands. Jessica was hanging onto Sam for dear life, sobbing into his shoulder. "Brady, he just-"
"Shhh, it's okay." Sam stroked her hair. "Let's call the police." He pulled her around and half-walked, half-dragged towards the telephone on the wall in the hallway. "Azazel's wrong, you'll never lead us!" screeched a voice behind them. Brady raised his hand, his face was a mask of rage and madness, and started muttering in what sounded like Latin. Sam ran forwards to stop him but just before he reached him he was suddenly propelled against the wall. He slid up until he was on the ceiling. "Sam!" Jessica screamed, but when she tried to run forwards, she could only stumble and fall onto her knees. Sam was struggling on the ceiling, but he suddenly went still. His mouth was open in a silent scream, and his shirt suddenly became soaked in red liquid. Blood. "Sam! Please, god no!" Jessica sobbed out, trying to grab Brady. He kicked her face, breaking her nose and making her fall backwards. "Sam!" she cried out feebly, trying to stay conscious.
"Sam! Sammy!" someone else shouted. Heavy footsteps filled the hall way as Dean skidded to a halt. Jess saw his eyes take in the scene, just as Sam caught on fire. "NO! SAM!" He yelled, running forwards. Jess looked to where Brady was standing, but he was gone. "Dean." Jess muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, making him stop next to her. The flames were shooting from the ceiling, setting the bed alight, as well as all Jess's photos. Dean looked from her to Sam, tears streaming down his face. He swore loudly, his voice cracking, but he quickly knelt down and slid his arms under her broken and bruised body. He pulled her up and sprinted out the room, chocking on the smoke that had begun to fill the air. He ran out the apartment without a second glance behind himself. They had just stepped outside where the front door used to be, when the bedroom exploded, almost making Dean fall and drop Jess.
They made it down to the street below, where neighbors were already standing around, pointing and gasping. Dean put Jessica down on the gravel, leaning her up against a street lamp. "What happened to her?" asked a tall, lanky middle aged man. "She was attacked. Call 911." Dean spat out, tears making a path through his soot dusted face. He looked up, and his knees almost gave way. "Dean." mumbled Jess. She was barley awake. Dean glanced down at her, but he just turned away and walked into the shadows. "Everything's going to be okay." A kind old lady said to her, trying to make her comfortable. She knew the lady, her name was June and she was known for being the nicest person on the block. Jess looked her dead in the eyes, and whispered "No it's not." She passed out soon after that, but not before she saw the surprise, grief and worry behind the old woman's sunken eyes.
(A/N What did I say?! Loads of action and drama. I hope this chapter wasn't too short, and I also hope you can get the visual of the whole fight scene between Jess and Brady. Told you I'd update asap ;). Even more drama in the next chapter! Please remember to comment, constructive criticism wanted and needed! –Amber)
