Yo! Back from the studytrip to Dublin and also inspired to write more so - here's next chapter!

Hold on a bit though! Got a warning for this one though XD

Warning: Contains sexual situation, though nothing that should leave you scarred for life lol. Also keep in mind - this is probably my VERY first romantic situation I have ever written too so... gimme some slack if it sucks! haha

Beta reader is as always Ravanne!

J - Jumped

Set: In the end of "Free to be You and Me"

Sam just stood silently as the two hunters left the bar. Lindsey was looking all over the room, not knowing where to rest her eyes. Her gaze drifted over to the tall man close by. She knew Sam has been different, but never would have expected such a sweet looking man to be able to take on such rough looking characters and be the one left standing. Then all that talk about Apocalypse and forcing blood down people's throats? What was going on here?

"Stop looking at me like that," Sam said, running his sleeve over his mouth, wiping at the smear of blood on his lips.

He was angry, but Lindsey didn't feel fearful of him. He had saved her.

"Apocalypse?" she frowned as the tall man came over to help her loose. He went behind the counter to look for something and returned with a hammer and a thick nail.

"Don't ask," Sam muttered as he spread her hands as far away from each other as possible. "Keep still."

She did as she was told and pressed her eyes closed, waiting and hoping for her hands to come away unhurt. She jumped at a loud crash sound and her arms fell free.

"I was attacked by two pissed off men who threatened me with a big ass knife. I think I deserve a little information." Lindsey rubbed her hands and looked up at Sam. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest from what had just happened, but at the same time it was aching for the man in front of her. She knew that she should watch herself with him. She knows a smart person would probably run, but she couldn't just leave him. He could be hurt. She didn't want to leave him. She wanted to be with him and help him because one thing that hadn't changed from the first time she saw him was her the attraction she felt towards him. She silently cursed herself for it. She always fell for the outsiders. The cool and mysterious ones that usually meant trouble. Of course, Sam was taking the cake in both mystery and beauty.

"Ghost exists, demons, angels, Lucifer..." Sam started. He looked up at her, waiting for the accusation that he had lost his mind, but Lindsay merely watched him with wide eyes.

"They all exist. Once in a while a zombie pops up and a vampire," he finished cleaning himself up before getting his jacket, readying himself to leave. "Demons and angels too. They wanted their big showdown and used me to get it. What those men said was true. I ended the world."

He stopped and looked at her.

"Why aren't you running screaming out of here?" he demanded, glaring at her.

"I'm not like other girls," she said bravely, but he only sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Let me help you. Where do you stay?" She inched closer to him and looked up in his eyes.

"Look. You're sweet and all, but I'm bad news. At least go crushing on someone worth it," he mumbled and started to leave.

"Hey! Come on. I can't possibly be the first girl to fall for you," Lindsey insisted, following him. "You're all mysterious and handsome and every girls dream and also my hero. At least let me drive you home," she offered.

"My god," Sam muttered, annoyed at her persistence.

"I was just attacked by two hunters, you had a knife at your throat and you just learned I started the end of the world and you talk about random girl crushes?" Sam shook his head. Lindsey sure was different, but in a good way? He wasn't sure.

"Don't patronize me. I'm not some silly little girl who runs after every hot guy..." she kept following him outside until he finally stopped.

"Oh yeah? What is it that you're doing right now?" he sighed. He was probably coming off as a complete dick, but his focus wasn't really where Lindsey's where. His train of thoughts were interrupted as Lindsey grabbed both sides of his head and brought him down for a deep kiss. She stroked his cheek with a thumb as she pressed her lips hard against his.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, drawing away slightly. "I know I come off as a desperate stupid girl, but I can't help it. You're different and I want to help you. This whole apocalypse thing is just... well, I have no idea," she groaned, annoyed when she couldn't find the right words and Sam couldn't help but grin at the look on her face.

"Maybe it sinks in later, but apocalypse is quite big news. Still, judging by your actions, I would say it wasn't intentional. You're not evil." She wrapped her arms around herself and returned to look at him.

"Well, thanks. But it's probably safest to just leave me alone. I just hurt everyone I love. Worse of all I betrayed my brother and he's the only one I have." Sam bit his bottom lip before turning to leave again. Lindsey didn't say anything before he had gotten a few yards away.

"Hey!" she called out to him.

"Come on, Keith. I mean, Sam. Let me drive you home," she offered. She picked up her car keys from her pocket and walked over to her car. "It's the least I can do."

"So you don't have any home?" Lindsey asked curiously as Sam opened the door to his motel room.

"Not really. I used to travel around with my brother in our car. That was my home." He turned around in the door. He hadn't invited Lindsey in, but she was following nonetheless. In her defense though she had been in the middle of a question when she had stopped the car. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

"What about that blood the hunters tried to feed you?" she asked, swallowing tightly, clearly nervous about the answer.

"That's none of your business," Sam said with a gentle tone.

"Have anyone ever told you you're too curious for your own go..." he was again interrupted by Lindsey leaning up to kiss him again. Sam frowned, but closed his eyes.

"If I didn't know any better I would have thought you were just trying to get me into bed." Sam tried to pull away but Lindsey kept her hands around his neck, tracing her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck.

"So?" She smiled cheekily. "Even a one night stand doesn't need to be just meaningless sex."

He thought about it for a second before leaning down to kiss her smiling lips. This was probably a really, really bad idea. She deepened the kiss and ran her hand down his firm chest. Her hands stopped where his pants started and yanked his shirt up, sliding her hands underneath. He allowed her to pull it off him, just breaking the kiss for two seconds to get it over his head. She pulled her jacket off her before closing the distance between them and pressed up against him.

"Yummy," she snickered, which made Sam smile too. Ruby had been eager to just get started as quick as possible before he had a chance to realize what he was doing. With Ruby, sex had always been intense and dark and more than a little dangerous. Lindsey on the other hand seemed to like to have more fun and keep it lighter humored even though she was just as passionate.

"Why on earth are you hiding this under all those clothes?" she flirted and circled one hand around his slim waist and the other resting against his naked chest.

"Umm…" He didn't really know how to answer that, but Lindsey didn't seem to want one either because she was right back at kissing him. He lifted his hands to hold her head and their kiss deepened and their tongues met. They moved slow and enjoyed the closeness. Sam drew in a deep breath when they broke apart; resting his forehead against hers and just looked at her while she slid her tongue over his bottom lip before biting playfully down. She clawed at his back and pushed him against the wall. Despite her smaller form, she was taking charge. She smiled happily when Sam moaned, clearly enjoying her touch. She traced her lips down his neck while letting her hands track hungrily over his body. His hands roamed her back and lifted her tank top a bit to run his fingers over her spine.

Lindsey locked one hand on the back of Sam's neck and guided him over to the bed where he sat down and pulled her down with him.

"Na-ah," Lindsey grinned again when Sam tried to pull her under him.

"Let me," she urged, pushing him down on bed and straddling him. She pulled her top over her head and positioned herself over him.

Next morning Lindsey woke up alone in the bed. She groaned when sunlight hit her face and sat up slowly. She looked around for her clothes and found them on the floor beside the bed. For a second she wondered if Sam had run off, but then she heard the shower running. She smiled to herself as she got dressed and looked up when Sam left the bathroom.

"Morning," she greeted cheerfully, smiled widely. Her eyes ran appreciatively over his fluffy brown hair, bare chest and the pants hanging low on his hips.

"Hi." He smiled back almost shyly. She held out a hand for him and waved him over. He took it and she pulled so he plopped down on bed.

"That was nice, huh?" She crept up behind him and locked her arms around his neck and planted a little kiss on his cheek.

"It was..." Sam turned to look at Lindsey. "Different," He snickered when the look on her face went from smiley happy face to a questioning frown.

"Different in a good way?" she asked and placed another kiss on his neck. "Different as not being in charge?" She laughed when he blushed furiously.

"Definately." He chuckled again when she made a mock-offended face.

She jumped when loud banging on the other side of the door interrupted them. Sam automatically took hold of Lindsey and spun her around so he stood in front of her. She clutched onto one of his arms as the door broke open and the two men from last night burst through the door.

"Well, well, well. Are we interrupting something?" the short blond one, Hank asked, eying a bare chested Sam and Lindsey clothed in her thin tank top. "You two weren't in the middle of something, were you?"

"Leave us alone," Sam growled, very conscious of how vulnerable they were. His weapons were well out of reach and he had two guns trained directly on him.

"Oh you would have liked that wouldn't you?" the taller of the two demanded. Stepping forward, his gun aimed directly at Sam. He eyed Lindsey and gave her a lecherous smile.

"Oh sweetie. Got a thing for blood suckers huh?" Reggie asked, the teasing tone in his voice sending shivers up her spine.

"Why the hell are you here?" Sam breathed deeply, keeping his position in front of Lindsey and subconsciously holding an arm out to shield her.

"Told you we would come back and we figured it would be the best to just be done with it," the short one said and stepped closer.

"Done with what? Force more blood on me?" Sam asked, refusing to show how unnerved their encounter had left him.

"No." The taller of the men lifted his gun and fired a bullet. Lindsey screamed as the bullet struck in Sam's abdomen. Sam groaned in pain but somehow managed to stay on his feet, blood spilling over the hand he had pressed against the wound. Then the two men charged at him and Lindsey was shoved away. The taller man brought his knee right up at the bullet wound and Sam collapsed in pain.

"Stop it!" Lindsey screamed and ran at the shorter of the two and jumped onto his back. Tears were running down her face now and despite her best try, it wasn't much she could do. The other man kicked Sam a few times in the ribs and chest and finally in the face.

"Let's go!" the shorter one growled and threw Lindsey off him and onto the bed before running out. Lindsey just lay still for a second, gasping for air through the tears.

"Oh my God. Sam!" she sobbed and fell off the bed and onto the floor beside Sam.

His long legs were sprawled out. Sam kept trying to lift one of his legs up to protect himself, but failed miserably. His chest was bloody and bruised, a hand trying fruitlessly to stop the blood from running from the bullet wound.

"Breathe Sam," Lindsey cried, stroking his cheeks. He was struggling to breathe, but the blows he'd taken to his chest caused him to wheeze in pain.

"I have to call for ambulance," she whispered to herself and frantically started looking for her phone. Their things had been scattered around the room during the fight and she couldn't find her bag. Her eyes landed on the table beside the bed and saw Sam's phone resting there.

"No. Don't!" Sam grabbed at her arm.

"Can't go to hospital." He grimaced in pain, pressing his eyes closed and a sob escaped his lips when the pain wouldn't ease.

"Other mysterious reasons for that?" She fumbled with the phone, knowing that they needed help. The number for someone named Dean was the first one on the list and she pressed the dial button, desperately hoping that someone would answer.

"Stay awake, Sam. Come on, sweetie," she urged, patting his cheeks when he started to slump against the floor. Finally Sam's face relaxed completely and soon after the rest of his body.

"No, no, Sam!" She tried hard not to panic and moved her hand to rest over Sam's that was still lying over the shot wound on his abdomen. At least his chest showed that he was still breathing. It hitched up once in a while, but it kept moving. She was ready to ignore Sam's insistence about not calling for an ambulance when someone finally picked up.

"Sammy?" The voice sounded tired and she had probably woken him up.

"Dean?" Lindsey squeaked out. "You're Dean?"

It took a second before the voice returned, sounding more alert now,

"Who is this? Where's Sam?" the voice on the other end demanded.

"He's here. He... he's hurt. He's... I... I can't wake him up." Lindsey didn't know what to say.

"What?!" the voice was fully alert now. "What happened? Where are you?" Lindsey could hear that the man was shuffling around on the other line and the unmistakable sound of doors opening and the squeak of a car door.

"Some men to the bar where Kei... Sam works. They tried to force him to drink blood. Then they left and..." Lindsey took a deep shuddering breath and tried to still her tears. She looked down at Sam. He was already starting to pale a little under the bruises.

"They followed him back to the motel. They shot him!" Lindsey explained quickly. She told him where they were and seconds later she heard a car engine coming to life on the other line.

"I won't be there until at least an hour. Keep him alive and try to stop the bleeding," the man ordered. He sounded beside himself with worry and she could hear by the sounds of it that the man was driving as fast as he could.

"I have to call for ambulance. I'm no nurse!" Lindsey insisted. She couldn't understand what could possibly be so bad about hospitals that Sam would refuse to go.

"Only call for ambulance if he gets worse and stops breathing. Please! I don't know how much Sam has told you, but we can't risk getting mixed up with the police. Just please. Sam's a strong kid. You just have to do as I said, okay?"

"Okay, okay. I will. I promise," Lindsey dried her tears with her sleeves and hung up. She leaned up to the bed and pulled down a pillow. That man was putting his trust in someone he'd never met with his brother's life and Lindsey refused to let him down.

"Sam?" she whispered and stroked his cheek, wishing that he would respond just a little bit.

"I just have to move you a little," she explained to the unconscious man as she lifted his head a bit and placed the pillow under his head.

"I'll be right back." She stood up and hurried through the small room to the bathroom, grabbing the towels she found there and ran back to Sam.

"Here we go." She picked out one towel and lifted Sam's hand from the bleeding wound, biting her lip at the sight of the neat hole in Sam's skin pouring out blood. She pressed the towel hard against the wound which caused Sam to moan in pain. Worry was washing over her as she desperately tried to get the bleeding to stop. The bullet had to come out, but there was no way she could start digging around in there.

Lindsey has had to play nurse before. Occasionally one of the regular bar patrons might pass out, but this went so far beyond what she knew she was capable of handing. Sam wasn't just unconscious. He was shot and beaten too.

"Oh man, Sam… I'm so sorry. If I just hadn't tried to... maybe... maybe things would be different," she whispered, mostly to herself.

Lindsey had tried to keep track on time, but she found her focus solely on Sam's pale body. She had managed to get the bleeding to slow a bit although she still had to keep a third towel against the wound. The bruising on Sam's chest was starting to look so bad Lindsey felt she could feel the pain herself. She was sure that he had some broken ribs.

"Keep breathing, Sam. Your brother was right about you. You're strong. You can hold on a little longer right? Dean will be here soon," she rambled, stroking a hand through his dark hair. She was so focused on Sam that when someone pounded on the door again, she shrieked. The door flew open again and a furious looking man rushed in.

"Dean?" she asked, praying that it was not another man come to hurt Sam. Luckily by the look of it, this was the big brother. The man just nodded and hurried over.

"Oh God. Sammy." He swallowed hard as he knelt by Sam and quickly checked his brother over.

"I've managed to stop some of the bleeding, but the bullet has to come out," Lindsey explained and Dean only nodded, barely looking at her.

"How did he get these?" Dean asked, running a hand over the red/purple marks on Sam's chest and jaw.

"Those two men. They jumped him. I tried to stop them, but they just wouldn't stop hurting him." She moved back a little while Sam's brother checked his injuries. He lifted the towel to see the wound and he winced.

"It's okay. You did good," he reassured her and for the first time since he walked into the room turned to look at her.

"Help me with him?" he asked and moved behind Sam, locking his arms around Sam's chest as gently as possible. Lindsey hurried over and lifted his legs and together they were able to wrestle put him onto the bed.

"Can you run out to the car? In the back seat there's a first aid kit. It's the black car. You can't miss it," Dean explained and Lindsey nodded, hurrying out the door.

"I didn't think to look for a first aid kit," she said as soon as returned with the kit, berating herself for not calling the motel office.

"They wouldn't have had a kit like this. We kind of plan for every emergency. Besides, it would only get the kind of attention we're trying to avoid." Dean swallowed as he readied the tools he needed to get the bullet out.

"Who are you anyway? Why are you here?" Dean asked, glancing at the small jacket lying by the wall.

"I work with Sam. Those hunters came to him in that bar and I helped him get back here," she grimaced a bit as Dean started to dig a sterilized tool into the bullet wound,

"We…" She hesitated, not sure if she wanted Dean to know just what passed between her and Sam. "We hadn't been here for more then a few minutes when the two hunters barged in," she lied uneasily.

Dean smirked, clearly not believing her for an instant. "So. You're just his co-worker?" he asked.

"Yeah. Why?" Lindsey bit her bottom lip and looked at the floor.

"Well, your jacket's off and Sam's shirt's not bloody, so apparently he wasn't wearing it." Dean could just fine figure out the scene himself, but he needed to know how trustworthy the girl was.

"Look. I promise you I would never hurt your brother. I was just trying to help. And stop smiling like that!" Lindsey blushed more at Dean's cocky smile.

"Look, I appreciate it. If it wasn't for you Sam would have probably just bled out here." The smirk faded as the full weight of what might have happened to Sam had he been alone when those two hunters found him settled on Dean. "I mean it."

Lindsey didn't say anything, but just nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. Dean returned his focus completely back to Sam. He put a hand carefully on Sam's stomach beside the wound as he carefully probed for the bullet. He hoped it hadn't struck anything vital or they'd have a huge mess on his hands.

"Finally," he grumbled when he felt the tweezer close around the bullet.

"Ugh, something tells me you've done this before," Lindsey said, fighting back nausea as she watched Dean carefully moving the instrument in his hands around Sam's wound. She hated to think of why they would have needed to develop such skills, but she couldn't help being impressed.

"Sadly, yes. Too many times," Dean muttered, not taking his eyes off the wound as he carefully pulled the bullet out. Sam groaned and his breathing hitched once before relaxing again. Dean put the bullet down on the bedside table and pressed the towel back against the wound.

"Sammy, come on. Wake up," Dean urged gently, trying to coax him awake, but without much luck.

"Did he wake up any time since you called me?" Dean asked as he wiped away the blood from around the wound so he could stitch it closed.

"No. He's been out since I called," she said, swallowing tightly. "I'll get you some water to clean with."

Lindsey hurried into the bathroom with the room's ice bucket. She filled it with water and found some clean washcloths before returning.

"Here," she offered, sitting down on the other side of Sam from Dean. He motioned to Lindsey for her to start cleaning Sam's abdomen while Dean moved up to his brother's head.

"Hey, Sammy. I really need you to wake up. Just for a little moment." He patted his cheeks with no reaction.

"I don't think sweet talking to him will wake him up," Lindsey stated and received a glare from Dean, but he didn't say anything. Instead he fisted his hand and placed it over Sam's sternum and quietly took notice of how his skin was clammy to the touch and his heart was beating lazily.

"This usually works," Dean said and started to rub his fist up Sam's sternum, but he still got no reaction. He tried again, a little harder and it finally made Sam turn his head a bit.

"Oww..." Sam moaned and managed to force his eyes open. His eyes turn big when he finally realized who had woken him up.

"D..." He was cut off when he registered the pain in his chest and gasped for air.

"Hey, hey. Calm down. Breathe through it," Dean soothed and patted his brother's face with a cloth, cleaning away the blood on his face.

"Wh'tyado'nher?" Sam mumbled and Dean frowned.

"Huh? Didn't quite catch that," Dean looked over his shoulder at Lindsey. Sam didn't seem to have noticed her presence yet.

"What. Are you. Doing... here?" Sam took his time to say it, but this time Dean understood him clearly.

"Well, the chick..."

"Lindsey," Lindsey reminded Dean.

"Lindsey here called me up and told me what happened. I had to come," Dean smiled a bit as he finished cleaning off Sam's face. He heard Lindsey shuffling around the room, but Dean's full focus was on Sam now. He knew Sam would probably pass out again from blood loss.

"Hey, that's not going to help," Dean took hold of Sam's arms from where they were carefully scratching at his chest. "You got some nasty bruises there. Scratching them open won't make it better."

Dean could only watch as Sam drifted off into unconsciousness again and carefully put his hand on Sam's chest and noticed that the skin was still clammy.

"I should go," Lindsey spoke up and Dean finally looked at her again. She knew that there wasn't anything more she could do for Sam and he was in good hands now that his brother was here.

"Okay," He shifted to stand up when he noticed something under his foot.

"Tell Sam to call me when he's better, okay?" Lindsey pushed her little bag up to her shoulder and opened the door.

"Sure," Dean stood up, smirking from ear to ear.

"By the way. Is this yours?" He walked over to her, a piece of clothing hanging on his index finger. Lindsey turned to look and blushed furiously.

"Uhhh," She scratched the back of her neck embarrassed before grabbing the bra and stuffed it into her bag.

"Yeah. Sorry," She looked around everywhere but at Dean before hurrying out.

"Bye!" She shouted over her shoulder. Dean snickered and closed the door behind her before turning back to where Sam was lying on the bed.

"Sammy, you sly dog," he laughed before going back to cleaning wounds.

"Hey, you're the woman from room 57?" Lindsey looked over her shoulder when a voice she didn't recognize spoke to her as she unlocked her car.

"Yeah?" she opened the car door, ready to jump in in case the older guy meant trouble.

"Ah great, why don't you come visit me in room 58 tonight?" The guy smiled cheekily and Lindsey frowned.

"Excuse me?" she demanded, glaring daggers at him, but the man didn't stop grinning.

"Yeah, well... Sounded like your boyfriend or client or whatever enjoyed your stay last night," he laughed and she gasped, shocked.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but get the hell out of my sight," Lindsey shouted, blushing again. She sat down behind the wheel and drove off, but made sure to show the man her middle finger when passing. She seethed with anger and drove off as quickly as she could back to the bar.

"Creepy perv," she growled and turned up the music on the radio to turn her thoughts somewhere else. It didn't take long before her focus were back on Sam, silently hoping he would be okay and call her later. Not for another hookup or anything, but just to let her know he was alright. She had enjoyed his stay and knew he wouldn't come back to job after everything that happened.

Dean woke and stretched his arms over his head, yawning loudly.

"Morning, Sammy." He turned his head a bit and knew he would meet his brother's eyes. He could always tell when someone was watching him.

"When did you get here?" Sam was sitting up slightly, every pillow except for one having been positioned by Dean to keep him in a comfortable position. The last pillow was left for Sam to use as a cushion for his chest and stomach when trying to move.

"Yesterday morning. Don't you remember? I talked to you then," Dean reminded, but Sam just shook his head tiredly. He let his eyes trail down Sam's chest and saw that the bandage over the shot wound was spotted with red.

"How do you feel?" Dean asked.

"Better," Sam said quietly. Dean could tell there was a question waiting to be asked, but Sam just closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'm sorry that you had to come. I guess I'm not doing any better on my own either than I did with you," Sam muttered sadly.

"Oh I wouldn't say that. That chick you brought back here... Nice, man," Dean snorted and punched Sam lightly on the shoulder.

"Lindsey," Sam reminded him with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"She wanted you to call her once you felt better. Seems like you impressed he…" Dean stopped when a hand shot out and closed over his mouth.

"Enough with those innuendos of yours." Sam actually smiled fully now, eyes open and clear with fond memories. Dean had always teased him about his girlfriends when they were younger. It had annoyed him as a teen, but now…

"They're getting old."

"Hey! My jokes never get old. And I wasn't joking," Dean assured him.

"She does want you to call her," he added. She seemed like a nice girl and Sam needed to know that she hadn't just run out on him.

Sam was quiet for a moment while thinking. "I won't," he said shortly.

"So..." Dean bit his bottom lip, watching his brother carefully. "She didn't impress you?" he laughed when Sam laughed too.

"You're hopeless," Sam groaned, still snickering. "It's just… After everything happening at the bar I don't want to drag her into more trouble."

It was Dean's time to sigh now. It was so typical of Sam to do this. He always felt he didn't deserve love or would only cause pain for those who were pulled into his life too long. Though Dean couldn't fault his reasoning and that it was probably the best idea now. Still, Sam didn't deserve to see his self-imposed loneliness as some kind of punishment for things he had no control over.

"So Hank and Reggie came after you? I can't believe it." Dean rubbed his face and lay down on his back and looked up at the ceiling. Quietly Sam mimicked the position, giving his brother a little room to think.

"First they 'only' wanted to feed me the blood and Hulk out for them," Sam explained. "They were going demon hunting and thought I'd be of use to them."

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered. There was going to be payback for that, Dean promised himself.

"When I refused, they attacked but I managed to fend them off. Then they returned here and..." Sam looked down at his chest, resting a hand over the bandaged wound. Some of the bruises were so deep they were nearly black in color.

"I shouldn't have let you go. It's like you said. Whenever we try to escape the hunting job it always finds a way to bite us in the ass and drag us back in," Dean muttered, turning his head to look at Sam again.

"You mean you'll stay with me?" Sam turned to look back, not able to hide surprised look on his face.

"No. You stay with me," Dean smiled cheekily.

"What's the difference?" Sam frowned.

"I've got the Impala," Dean grinned. Sam's expression softened, remembering what he'd told Lindsay. That car had been home to him and Dean for most of their lives..

"True." Sam held up his fist and didn't need to wait long for Dean to bump it back with his own fist.

So, what ya think? Nothing too bad? hehe. I have another, completely different chapter for "J" too, but I went with this. I wont be posting that one no, unless I post deleted scenes (yep I got them too lol) or deleted stories in the very end of the story! I wont promise anything though.