Title: Megan Nicole Winchester
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Nope.
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Jess watched silently from the living room.
She had gotten up early because Sam was snoring next to her. Damn him and his snores. So she had gotten up and went down to the living room and sat down on the loveseat, giving her a perfect view of the kitchen.
When she saw Carly walk into the kitchen, she went to say something, but for some reason she felt she shouldn't.
She watched as Dean's girlfriend made some coffee and poured it in a cup. She then watched as Dean came up behind Carly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck before trailing kisses to her jaw line.
Carly smiled and turned her head so that Dean could kiss her right on the lips. He gave her a lingering one before stepping back a little and allowing Carly to turn to face him. They then went back on with the sweet little kisses, oblivious to Jess watching them.
Wow. If those two weren't the happiest, cutest couple she ever saw.
Don't get Jess wrong: she loves Sam, wants to spend the rest of her days with him. But she envies Carly because Carly has Dean.
Sam's sweet and caring and loving. And he shows it. Dean's the same way, without showing it.
Take for instance, three weeks ago. Jess was a little upset and wouldn't talk to Sam. She was upset because it was her grandmother's death anniversary and this particular grandmother was very close to her. So she kind of moped around the apartment and wouldn't talk to Sam.
He thought she missed her period and bought three EPTs.
Now, she doesn't know for sure, but she's guessing that Dean would know exactly why Carly was upset.
So Dean was older and a bit more… smooth.
Or let's try the time that Jess met Sam. It was in an art class. And he and his buddy were flirting their way through the whole thing. So, it's a guy thing, right? But when Carly told Jess how she met Dean, Jess' heart melted: he had played the hero when she was about to be hurt.
And how they realized they each loved their Winchester… Jess: when Sam sent her six dozen roses and asked her on an anniversary date. Carly: when she told Dean she was pregnant the first time and he stayed that night, whispering to the baby and pampering her in kisses, waiting on her hand and foot.
Or what about when their Winchester asked for their hand in marriage? Sam did it on top of Stanford's tallest building under a rare solar eclipse or something of the astronomical sort. Dean hadn't done it yet, but Jess guessed…
Wait! That was it!
Dean had asked Carly to marry him last night!
It had to be. Sam had come to bed saying something about Dean calling Carly his wife and it only being a matter of time. And they had two kids and were deeply in love. And there were a zillion other reasons, so… That just had to be it! And they were so happy making out in the kitchen…
"You're getting married," Jessica blurted out with a smile.
Carly jumped slightly as Dean pulled away and they both looked toward her.
Dean, being Dean even though he was sweet as candy, shrugged and smirked, "Yeah? So?" And he went back to kissing his future wife, who by now was blushing.
Okay, Jess admitted. Maybe she did pick the right Winchester.