A Helping Hand

So Jacey's going to get closer to Sam here. But I won't leave you guys hanging, I'll give you some Dean/Jacey action as well lol.

Things had fallen into a routine by the time Jacey had been at the apartment for a couple of weeks. Every morning they'd all wake up roughly around the same time. The first one up would get the kettle boiling and some sort of breakfast ready (usually Castiel or Jacey's job but Dean managed it a couple of times). Then they would all get ready, swapping around the bathroom and, in the siblings' case, the bedroom to dress and prep for the day. They'd take the elevator together, Jacey would get off on the ground floor to get to her car in the visitor parking lot while the boys would go down to the underground level and get theirs from the garage. Then they would all go off to work.

Dean would technically see Jacey more as his dad had taken to ordering food from her restaurant more and more each week and she seemed to be the one to make the delivery. They would talk for a few minutes every time she came in before she had to go back to work and it wasn't until about five weeks after the initial day did Dean really start to wonder. When he asked about it, she had actually laughed.

"I usually go on lunch break around this time." Jacey explained. "So any time I see that you guys have your order in, I figure I'll be nice to our driver, give him a break. Besides, it's fun coming down here."

That day her car had broken down and Dean had given her a ride back to work while he promised to get her car fixed up and ready by the end of the day.

That had also been the day that he realized Jacey and Sam talked as well...a lot. So while they worked on the car, he decided to be subtle.

"So what's going on with you and Jacey?" Dean asked, forgetting all about subtly as he leaned over the engine to find out what the trouble was.

"Nothing, we're just talking." Sam defended.

"Gotten some friendly chattering going on there." Dean remarked casually. "Pass me the pliers."

"We're...friends." Sam countered, grabbing the tool his brother asked for and handing it over. "What...are you jealous or something?"

"Course not!" Dean shot back. "Dude, I got Lisa, and Jacey's just my friend's sister. You're my brother, I gotta watch out for you."

"Uh huh." Sam muttered, not entirely buying it but dropping the subject anyways.

In the end, Sam was the one that brought Jacey her car back and Dean and Cas were both back at the apartment long before she came back.

Dean wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.

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"I gotta ask you something." Sam spoke up. Jacey looked at him. It had been several days since they had hung out after he brought her car to her work after fixing it. Each day since then, they had spent time together after work, sitting in coffee shops and wandering around downtown. Jacey was talking more to Sam at the lunch break then she was with Dean and both of them saw the way he reacted to that.

"Umm...okay, sure, shoot." Jacey encouraged, twirling her straw in her cup.

"How far along are you?" Sam asked. Jacey froze, her eyes widening slightly. Sam could actually see the colour leaving her face and felt bad for shocking her so much. "Breath."

"How did you..." Jacey muttered.

"Unlike my brother, I know the signs." Sam pointed out. They sat silently, Jacey turning her eyes out the window while Sam watched her. "It's his isn't it?" The look he received was all he needed and he sighed, leaning back and running a hand through his hair.

"Don't tell him." Jacey demanded.

"Jacey, come on..." Sam started.

"He can't know!" Jacey cut in. "He's been doing so well with Lisa. This would just...ruin that."

"He HAS to know." Sam stated firmly. "You can't hide it much longer. He deserves to know."

"I'll be out of that apartment before he even notices." Jacey pointed out.

"So you found a place?" Sam asked.

"Uh...well..." Jacey sighed and shook her head. "Everything costs too much."

"This is going to put a big strain on Cas and Dean's relationship." Sam muttered.

"You don't think I don't know that?" Jacey asked. She put her hands on her head and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Jesus Sam...this is why I'm keeping it quiet. I haven't told Dean why I got kicked out, I haven't told Cas who's it is. Nobody knows but you because you're the only one who knows what really happened."

Sam looked at her, feeling sorry for the young woman. She was close to tears, he could tell, all the emotions just building up, she was bound to break any day now. He reached across the table and took her hand, making her jump and look at him.

"How about you move in with me?" Sam suggested. Jacey blinked, looking confused. "I could use a roommate and this will save me having to do the interviews and all that crap. Plus it'll keep you connected with everyone for whenever you're ready to tell them."

"You sure?" Jacey asked, sounding skeptical. "I'm emotional and insane right now, imagine how much worse it'll get later on."

"How about I put it this way...I'm not taking no for an answer." Sam replied, grinning. Jacey laughed slightly then leaned over the table and hugged him.

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Dean stormed into the apartment, muttering up a storm and freaking the hell out of Jacey as she sat watching TV. She looked at him as his rampage brought him into the living room and she let out a long sigh before standing up.

"Lisa?" Jacey asked.

"Damn fucking straight, Lisa." Dean replied, flinging open the fridge and grabbing the first thing in sight which was a beer. He opened it and was ready to chug down half of it before Jacey grabbed it from him. "Hey!"

"You're not getting this until you calm down a bit." Jacey remarked.

"There's more in the fridge." Dean pointed out. Jacey slammed the appliance shut and leaned against it, effectively blocking him from gaining access. Dean sighed and ran his hand over his face before turning softer eyes to the red head. "Jacey...move."

"No." Jacey stated firmly, crossing her arms.

"Move, or I'll move you myself." Dean warned, stepping closer. Jacey's hands fell to her hips and her eyebrow raised, accepting the challenge. Her expression held amusement and challenge, as if she figured he wouldn't try anything. Dean took a deep breath, his eyes drifting up and down the determined stance, taking in her faded blue jeans and the old Aerosmith tank top with signatures across it. He suddenly noticed the size of her chest and took several seconds to stare.

"Are we calm now?" Jacey asked.

"Not exactly." Dean muttered, without thinking. His eyes lifted to hers and she blinked. "Move."

No." Jacey restated her position, the challenging expression back in place.

"Jacey..." Dean warned carefully.

"Dean." Jacey mocked his tone.

That did it.

He looped his arm around behind her back and tugged her to him. She let out a tiny squeal of surprise and her eyes flew wide open when his mouth met hers with a strong passion. She put up a fight for two seconds before giving up and moaning, her eyes drifting shut as her back hit the fridge again. His arm stayed behind her but his other hand ran softly up her side then back down over her hip. His tongue swept across her lips and they parted to let it pass. Her fingers curled in his short hair then dropped down to run along the back of his neck.

It felt like they were back where they were four months ago after all the talking and opening up. She had almost forgotten how skilled his tongue could be.

The utopia crashed down when his hand moved to lift her shirt and she suddenly remembered all the current situations. Her hand clamped down on his wrist to halt it and she turned her head away from his, hooded eyes falling to the floor as she drew in deep breaths.

"I'm sorry." Dean whispered. "I shouldn't have...I didn't mean..."

"Don't worry about it." Jacey cut in. "Just...add it to the list...of things that didn't happen."

"Jacey..." Dean muttered. She didn't let him finish as she squirmed away from him and left the room. Dean leaned forward, his forehead resting on the fridge. He sighed when he heard the apartment door open and close, knowing Jacey had just left. Part of him wanted to go after her but the other part cracked open to remember Lisa and his son and how he was working to fix things there.

But did he really want to?

Lately Lisa had been pissing him off more and more. Nothing he did was ever right by her and more often than not he found himself thinking he was putting up with it just for Ben. His talk with his mother came back to him and he blindly reached into the fridge for a new beer. He moved into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

"Hey, where's Jacey off to?" Castiel asked, walking into the apartment and glancing back before turning his eyes to his friend.

"I don't know." Dean replied.

"Did you guys have a fight or something?" Castiel asked.

"Something like that." Dean muttered.

"Dean." Castiel muttered warily.

"She's your sister, not mine!" Dean snapped, getting up. Castiel blinked and watched the man go into his bedroom, door slamming behind him. The older of the two looked around the apartment, trying to find something to help him figure this out. He moved into the kitchen, hoping to find something that would help him piece all this together.. He paused, looking at the fridge, noticing a couple of magnets on the floor. Raising an eyebrow, he picked them up and put them back in place. The fridge was warm. Usually it was just a little cold on the outside but certain spots were warm. His eyes flew back to Dean's room then around the corner to the front door before landing back on the fridge.

"Oh fuck." Castiel muttered.

So a bit shorter than the other chapters. I'm just flying through this story. I generally get the first half finished just after I post and then the second half gets done the day I post it. In between, I'm working on Second Life so hopefully I'll have that done up soon.