Dean walked through the door, tossing the bag with the empty gas can onto the floor. After the fight at the bar, he had dropped Jessie off at the motel, leaving Sam with her in case she tried to do anything rash, and went to go burn Marilyn Moore's corpse. In the motel room, the younger Winchester sat on the couch, staring at the blank TV; Jessie was nowhere in sight.
"Where is she?" Dean asked, stripping off his jacket.
"Bathroom, she's been in there ever since you left," Sam answered with a sad puppy dog face. Walking to the bathroom door, Dean knocked three times.
"Jessie?" he called. Behind the door, he heard her shuffling around before unlocking the door. She opened it slightly, not enough for Dean to push his way through.
"What?" Jessie growled. Dean had expected to see tears and runny make-up, but instead he saw a cold stare and dry-cheeks; the left one was purple and slightly swollen.
"You okay?" he wondered. Jessie rolled her eyes, stomping her foot on the ground.
"I swear if one more person asks if I'm okay, I'm going to shoot someone," she threatened, shoving Dean out of her way. She stormed over to the bed and began throwing her clothes into her bag.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, moving to stand behind her.
"Case is over. I'm out," she explained, zipping her book bag shut and spinning around to face Dean.
"Whoa, you're not going anywhere," he said, blocking her exit.
"Why not?"
"Because obviously you're upset about earlier and acting before you think," he announced. Despite the tension in the room, Sam chuckled as the words escaped his brother's lips and was answered with an evil glare. "Look," Dean sighed, turning back to Jessie. "Just stay one more night and if you still want to leave in the morning, I'll drive you wherever you want."
Jessie crossed her arms and looked between him and Sam, before sighing, "Fine. " She turned her back to put her bag back on the ground. While her back was turned, Dean made a silent motion for Sam to leave.
"I-I'm going to grab something from the lobby," the younger Winchester said, jumping to his feet. When the door closed behind him, Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the door.
"You want to explain what happened at the bar?" he demanded. Jessie spun around to face him.
"Irreconcilable differences," she said blankly.
"Yeah, I bet," Dean sighed, watching Jessie move to sit on the couch. "Differences that are so irreconcilable that it breaks a Guinness record?" he added in a quizzical tone, sitting down on the chair. Jessie's face dropped and Dean couldn't tell if she was angry or shocked.
"You heard that entire conversation didn't you?" she said in a monotone voice. Dean nodded. He barely had time to react before the pillow hit his face. "You son of a bitch, you said I had five minutes! You weren't supposed to hear any of that!" Jessie jumped to her feet and started to head for the door, but Dean caught her arm. She went to smack him, but he caught that arm as well. Struggling was useless, Dean was stronger than she was, but she tried anyway. "Let me go!"
"Not until you calm down!" Dean shouted over her. Letting her arms fall to her side, Jessie waited for Dean to let go.
"So you heard everything about my mother and sister," she asked. Dean nodded, solemnly. "And how I'm supposed to be dead?" He nodded again. Jessie sighed and sat down on the end of the bed, wrapping her arms around her. "I guess we all have our reasons for becoming hunters," she whispered. Something told Dean it was going to be a long story.
Sorry about the short chapters lately, been really busy. Next one will be jampacked though as you get to learn more about Jessie. Thanks for all the followers, favorites, and reviews! I really appreciate them!
