Chapter 52
Jessie was awakened by movement in the bed some time after she'd went to sleep. She had no idea what time it was, but it was still completely dark in the room, so at the very least she knew it wasn't morning yet. She stayed still and quiet, wondering if Sam was going to wake her up. But when he crawled into bed facing away from her, she couldn't stay quiet.
"Sam," she called quietly.
"Yeah, it's me," he replied quietly. "Go back to sleep."
She turned around, facing his back, grasping his upper arm firmly. "What's wrong?"
"Can we talk about this in the morning, Jess? I'm tired."
She wasn't sure if she should push, but she knew what he would do in this situation.
"No. I think we should talk about it now."
He sighed loudly, slowing turning around to face her. He reached his hand out to her silouette, finding her hair he began stroking it lightly, smiling as he heard her sighing in pleasure.
"Sam," she called a few moments later. "That's not gonna work with me."
He sighed, running his hands through his own hair in frustration before finally placing his hand onto her belly.
"Seems like I woke both of you up."
She knew he couldn't see her face, but she rolled her eyes anyway. However, he could hear her impatient sigh.
"Fine," he said in defeat. "I talked to Bobby."
She waited a moment to see if he was going to elaborate, but when it was apparent he wasn't going to, she gently nudged his hand.
"And?"
"He told me you knew."
She sighed, rolling her eyes again. "But you're not upset because I know about it."
"Can you just leave it alone, Jess?"
"Would you?"
He sighed loudly before rolling himself to the edge of the bed, flicking on the table lamp and sitting up, his back towards her. He was still for a few moments before standing up and turning around looking agitated.
"I'm just trying to keep my promise to you, Jess."
She looked at him curiously, pulling herself into a sitting position. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He fixed his gaze upon her, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow. "I can't help how I feel, Jess. I made you a promise and now you're asking me to break it."
"I don't understand what you're talking about, Sam," she replied, suddenly feeling guilty—although she wasn't exactly sure why.
"You want me to tell you why I'm upset, but you made me promise not to speak about it."
"What?" she said with confusion. "How can I make you promise something when you haven't even told me what's going on?"
He sighed with frustration, running his hands through his hair. "You made me promise not to blame myself for this situation, and not to talk about it again."
She gazed at him with disappointment. "So we're back to this again, are we?"
"This is why I told you to leave it alone. But of course, you never can, can you?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Sam?" she asked, climbing out of the bed quickly to stand beside it.
He shook his head in disbelief. "Seriously, Jess? You never let anything go."
"Right, because you do?"
"I'm a hunter. I don't let anything go."
"And what the hell am I, Sam?" she asked furiously, her hands flying to her hips. "Last time I checked I was a hunter, too."
He was silent for moment before replying with shame. "I didn't mean to imply you weren't."
She shook her head. "Whatever, Sam. I'm gonna sleep downstairs," she said, turning around abruptly, grabbing for her pillows. She had one in her hand when Sam came up behind her grabbing a hold of her upper arms.
"I'm sorry, Jess," he said quietly. "I don't always think before I speak."
She gazed down at her belly for a moment before dropping the pillow from her hand, shrugging his hands off her arms and turning around to face him. "And I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have asked you what was wrong if I didn't want to hear the answer."
He took a step forward, taking her hands into his. "Do you want me to tell you?"
She gazed into his eyes apologetically. "No...but, yeah."
He smiled supportively for a moment before his face returned to its previous sorrowful state. He brushed hair from her face, his fingers slowly tracing a line down her cheek, chin, finally stopping on her shoulder, which he gripped lightly.
"I'm sorry, Jessie. I can't help but blame myself for infecting you with my curse. And now, not only do we have heaven and hell to watch out for, we have hunters to watch out for as well. I'm afraid this is gonna end up like Gordon Walker all over again."
She averted her gaze for a moment, fighting back a wave of guilt that threatened to overtake her at any moment. She had to swallow hard to keep herself from becoming too emotional.
"I'm sorry, too, Sam. If I had just stayed hidden then you wouldn't have to feel like that."
He shook his head, snorting derisively. "I know you probably won't want to hear this, but I'm gonna say it anyway." He paused for a moment to see if she would attempt to stop him, but she stayed silent. "I would rather die tomorrow than spend another day without you. I don't want you to feel guilty about hiding from me but, you can't even imagine what it did to me, not being able to speak to you, to find you, not even knowing if you were alive." He paused once again, wiping a lone tear that had fallen from her eye. "And now that I've got you back, I'm not gonna give you up that easily."
Her first instinct was to hide, or pull away. But she owed him, so she couldn't allow herself the easy way out. She gazed into his sorrowful eyes apologetically
"I wasn't fishing for another apology," he said, stroking her hair lightly. "We've already been through all of that. I just wanted you to understand why I'm so, uh, agitated."
She shook her head lightly. "I think the word you're looking for is angry, not agitated."
"What?" he asked in surprise.
"Angry, Sam. I knew you were angry by the way you climbed into bed. It's the whole reason I asked you what was wrong in the first place."
"Fine. I was angry. I am angry. What's the big deal?"
She rolled her eyes lightly and shook her head. "Why wouldn't you just say that you were angry?"
He shrugged in response.
She brushed his hair aside, gazing deeply into his eyes. "I know you're ashamed of showing me your angry side, Sam."
He averted his gaze for a moment, his brow furrowing. "I'm not ashamed, exactly. I'm more...afraid."
"Afraid of what, Sam?" she prodded gently. "Afraid that it'll change my opinion of you? Afraid that you'll scare me off?"
He shook his head, frowning ruefully. "No. I'm afraid of losing control again."
She nodded her head knowingly, smiling slightly in support as she held his face in her hands. "You're past all of that, Sam. You haven't been that man for a long time."
"It wasn't really all that long ago, Jess," he replied with worry. "Some days I feel that control slipping away again."
"I'm not gonna let that happen, Sam," she promised. "Not as long as I'm around."
He opened his mouth to respond, but all he could get out was one single word, "But—", before a tear fell from one of his eyes.
She wiped his tear away with her thumb before pressing her lips to his gently, kissing him tenderly. She pulled away only moments later, gazing into his eyes lovingly. "I know you're afraid something is gonna happen to me. And I know you're afraid of telling me, in case you upset me. But I see it in your eyes, Sam. You're not hiding it quite as well as you think you are."
"I'm sorry, Jess. I'd do anything to spare you from all of this," he replied apologetically.
"And I would do the same for you, Sam. But this is what we have, and I just want to make the best of it while I can."
"While you can?" he said with distress. "Have you given up?"
"No, of course not," she replied, patting his cheek lightly, smiling supportively. "But one day my number will be up. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. And I don't want to spend it worrying about what might happen."
He gazed at her lovingly for a brief moment, before a grin began creeping across his face. "How wise you are, young Skywalker."
She rolled her eyes, sighing heavily in response.
As she attempted to pull away from him, he grasped her tightly, pulling her close and began to kiss her passionately. She resisted for a moment. But as his hands gripped her tighter, she could feel his strong need, which only made her need him as well. With the previous moment quickly forgotten, she allowed herself to be swept up in the passion of the moment, only stopping to remind him where they were and why they needed to be quiet. He nodded once to acknowledge what she'd said before he lifted her nightgown up and over her head, discarding it quickly onto the floor.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he gazed upon her naked body with a loving smile.
She began to blush slightly. "I'll take your compliment, Sam. But I definitely don't feel beautiful."
He smiled at the goosebumps he raised on her flesh as he traced a line lightly down her body from behind her ear, down her neck and arm, circling around her breast before placing his hand on her belly.
"You have a life growing inside you. How could that not be beautiful?"
She was silent for a moment in awe, before her sarcastic side took over.
"Did you read that on a greeting card?" she teased.
He grinned slightly in amusement. "Whatever am I gonna do with you?"
"Take this off," she replied seductively, grasping a hold of his pants, "and we'll find out."
He smiled, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, slowly, teasing her. Dropping his shirt to the floor, he pulled her close, kissing her passionately. He felt her hands slide to the button on his pants, making him smile against her lips. Sliding his hands from her back, he grasped hers tightly, pulling them away from his pants.
"Are you in a hurry?" he teased in a whisper.
She sighed exaggeratedly, a slight grin on her face. "No. But it's not fair."
"What isn't fair?" he asked with confusion.
"That I'm standing here fully naked and you aren't."
"You're right, it's not," he replied with a grin, releasing her hands.
She smiled, not wasting any time unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, dropping them to the floor. A single glance convinced him to shake them off his ankles, kicking them aside. Reaching down, she grasped his hips firmly, slowly lowering herself down, her tongue tracing a line down his belly, stopping just above his underwear, which she proceeded to pull down with her teeth, and her hands. When his underwear reached his knees, she pulled them down the rest of the way with just her hands, discarding them quickly as he raised each foot off of the floor.
"Jessie," he whispered, reaching his hands out to her.
She took his hands, allowing herself to be gently pulled into a standing position.
"What?" she asked with confusion.
Releasing her hands, he wrapped one arm around her bare waist, the other he used to grasp her face lightly, gazing into her eyes lovingly. "You've done enough today. Let me take care of you now."
She smiled brightly, tears of joy forming in her eyes. "I love you so much, Sam."
"I know," he said with a smile as he stroked her hair. "Now let me show you how much I love you."
She smiled, holding onto him tightly as he pressed his lips against hers, losing herself in the passion of the moment.
Jessie attempted to open her eyes, but the brightness in the room kept her from opening them fully until her eyes adjusted. She blinked a few times, wondering why the curtains were open. As if on cue, Sam shuffled into the room carrying a tray with food.
"Good morning, Princess," he said with a bright smile, placing the tray onto the night stand beside the bed.
She looked at him strangely for a moment. "Who you calling a princess?"
"I brought you breakfast in bed—like a princess," he said cheerfully.
She groaned slightly. "There better be coffee."
"Of course, milady," he replied teasingly with a mock bow.
She wanted to be miserable, since she hadn't had coffee yet, but one thought about the night before made her grin uncontrollably, leaving her unable to speak for a few moments.
"I see I caught you in a good mood," he said with a wink. He couldn't help but smile as well, assuming he knew exactly what she was thinking about.
"You brought me breakfast in bed," she replied with a grin. "How could I not be in a good mood?"
He smiled, sitting down at the edge of the bed beside her. "Is that the only reason?"
"Of course not. You brought me coffee," she replied with the same grin.
He rolled his eyes with a smile, knowing she was teasing him. "Do you need to use the bathroom before you eat?"
The moment she nodded her head, he stood up from the bed, offering his hand out to her. She took it almost immediately, allowing him to gently help her to her feet. She acted like she was about to walk away, before turning abruptly, throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply for a few moments before pulling away with a smile.
"Thanks for last night, Sam. It was—wonderful."
He beamed widely. "You better hurry. Your food is getting cold."
She nodded in thanks before departing quickly for the bathroom, not wasting any time getting back into bed so she could eat. Her scrambled eggs were now only tepid, and her coffee was not much better than lukewarm, but the fact that Sam had made it and brought it to her made it the best tasting breakfast she'd ever had.
Sam took the tray from her when she was finished and left the room so she could go about her morning routine. So after she finished her shower and got dressed, she made her way downstairs, stopping first in the kitchen to grab herself another cup of coffee. She was so single-minded at that moment that she didn't notice Bobby standing on the opposite side of the room.
"Good morning, Jessie," he greeted her.
He startled her causing her to nearly drop the spoon she was scooping sugar with.
"Morning, Bobby," she said as she turned to face in his direction.
"So, what are your plans for today?"
She glanced at him curiously. The expression on his face said he was expecting a specific answer but she was unsure what he was alluding to.
"I'm gonna have a cup of coffee while I ponder the meaning of life," she replied teasingly.
He rolled his eyes slightly. "Since you have no particular plans you can get rid of all these gawd awful Christmas decorations."
"Sure, Bobby."
He turned as if he was about to leave before turning back to glance at her once again. "And by the way, I can't ask you to stop since you're married. But do you think next time you could try to keep it down. There's some things an old man doesn't want to hear."
Her eyes widened in horror, her face turning several shades of pink. She was so embarrassed she couldn't even manage to get the words, 'sorry, Bobby', out of her mouth before he left the room. She was about to turn back to her coffee when Dean walked in the room. She nodded a greeting, averting her gaze quickly—afraid her face was still pink.
"And good morning to you, too, Sunshine," he said teasingly.
"Morning, Dean," she mumbled, quickly taking a sip of her coffee.
He waited for her to move aside, filling up his own coffee cup before sitting down at the table in his usual spot across from hers. She had found her seat while he'd been pouring his coffee and was now browsing through the local newspaper, which Bobby had left on the table.
"I thought you would've been in a better mood," Dean remarked after setting his cup on the table.
She glanced at him curiously. "What? You jealous because Sam made me breakfast in bed?"
He chuckled heartily. "Not at all. I just figured after all I heard last night that you'd be unable to stop smiling."
She immediately felt the heat rise on her face and ears, causing her to lift the newspaper up to cover her face. She tried to pretend she was only fixing it, folding it to lie on the table properly. But once she'd put it down, she noticed he was still glancing in her direction with a smirk on his face.
"I didn't know you were so easily embarrassed," he teased with a chuckle.
Her embarrassment didn't last long, not after his smart ass remark.
"I'm sorry, Dean. Did I keep you from your beauty sleep? Or are you just jealous?"
"Jealous of what? I can get women just fine."
"That's not what I meant," she said with narrowed eyes. "I meant, are you jealous that you couldn't make me sound like that?"
"What?!" he stammered, looking both upset and confused. "Are you being serious?"
She continued to glare at him for a moment before her expression turned to one of confusion, and then one of horror.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm not sure why I said that."
He shook his head in disbelief, standing up from the table, leaving quickly without a single word.
Once he'd left the room, she put her head in her hands, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths in and out. She wasn't quite sure what had possessed her to say what she'd said to Dean. She knew he had just been teasing her. There was no reason for her to over react like she did. And the worst part was she was in a good mood.
The slamming of the front door snapped her out of her thoughts. She stood up from the table swiftly, heading over to put her boots on. She was throwing on her coat when Sam appeared in the hallway glancing at her with distress.
"What's wrong with Dean?"
She averted her gaze in shame. "I said something to upset him. I'm gonna go take care of it."
He looked at her with concern, but stayed silent. Whatever it was that had happened was between them and probably none of his business. He knew better than to get in the middle of it and make it worse.
Once she'd thrown her coat on, Jessie ran out the door, wincing in the bright sun of the morning reflecting off of the white snow. It was much warmer than it had been the day before, the evidence showing in areas where the snow was melting. She was glad, since she never cared much for the cold or the snow. However, it was only December and there was a whole lot of winter still left.
She found Dean leaning up against a stack of old cars that were flattened and rusted. He wasn't facing her direction, but his shift in posture alerted her to the fact he heard her coming. She had hoped for the element of surprise, but that wasn't going to happen now. So instead of waiting for him to see who it was, she called his name as she approached him, stopping only a few feet away.
"What do you want, Jessie?" he asked harshly, without turning to face her.
"I just came to apologize, Dean. I don't even know where that came from," she replied, hanging her head in shame.
There was an awkward silence for several moments before Dean turned around to face her. She glanced at him apologetically, hoping to ease his anger. She was surprised when he looked more upset and irritated than angry.
"I don't understand how you could say something like that, Jessie?" he said with disappointment. "After all I've done to forget about that night and you have to joke about it."
"It wasn't a joke, Dean. I don't even know why the hell I said it," she replied ruefully.
He snorted derisively. "Do you even know how much I hate myself for what I did to you?"
"Dean, stop."
"No. I think it's about time we hash this out once and for all," he demanded.
"Why? It's in the past. There's no reason to talk about it ever again."
"Obviously there is or you wouldn't have made that remark."
She shook her head. "Like I said, I have no idea why I said that, Dean. With all the crazy shit going on with my hormones and stuff, it just sorta came out."
"Right. And I'm just supposed to believe that?" he asked in disbelief.
She sighed, slumping her shoulders. "Okay, look. The last two months have been really difficult for me, Dean. The moment I found out there was a possibilty that I was pregnant, all rational thought went out the window. And whether you believe this or not, my first thought was not whether this was yours or Sam's baby, but, the thought did cross my mind. And I'm not gonna lie, I was angry about it. I mean, I only remember what that demon, uh, helped, me to remember. But, the thought of not knowing whose baby it was, or even the fact that there was a question, it did piss me off. But when I found out it was Sam's, I was relieved, and I didn't think about it again. At least not until Bobby showed up at my house and I had to explain everything."
"And that's it? You're not still harboring some animosity about it deep down?" he asked.
She averted her gaze for a moment. "I'm not gonna lie. I wish that night had never happened. But what's dwelling about it gonna do? Nothing. Except to make me angry and to keep me from being happy. I'm past all that now, Dean. Besides the demons on my ass, I'm happy for once. I mean..." she sighed, "nevermind."
He gazed at her with curiosity. "What were you gonna say?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm good. Enough of this chick flick moment."
She turned to walk away, but as she did so, he grabbed a hold of her wrist, causing her to stop in her tracks, turning back around to glare at him.
"Dean. Let go, please," she begged.
"Not until you tell me what you were gonna say," he replied adamantly.
She sighed in defeat, waiting until he released her wrist. She swallowed hard once, frowning sorrowfully. "Until I fell in love with your brother, I barely remember what it was like to feel happy. I can't even reminisce about the time I spent in college."
"You were happy then, weren't you?"
She shrugged lightly. "Honestly, I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if I even know what happiness feels like. But then I think about Sam and a smile will cross my face."
"Oh," he replied uncomfortably.
She chuckled lightly. "It's not just Sam, though. It's you and Bobby, too. You're like the family I never had."
"But you had a family," he said with confusion.
She nodded her head. "Not really, Dean. I barely remember my parents. And what I do remember, well, it's not all bonding and holidays. My parents worked a lot of hours. My sister and I were home with babysitters most of the time, until she was old enough to watch me herself. That's the reason I don't remember much about them."
"I never knew that," he said apologetically.
She smiled thankfully. "It's okay, Dean. It's only because I don't talk about it."
He nodded his head. "You're right. You don't talk about yourself very much. You know more about me and Sam than we know about you."
She shrugged lightly. "I'm not hiding anything, Dean. I just don't like to talk about my past."
"Yeah, I guess I can't blame you," he agreed with a nod.
An awkward silence fell over them for a few short moments, each shifting from one foot to another.
"Are we okay now, Dean?" she asked hesitantly.
He nodded his head without hesitation. "Yeah, we're good."
She smiled lightly. "Good."
"Could you do me a favor? Tell Sam and Bobby I went into town for a little while."
"Yeah, sure," she replied, watching him walk to his car before heading back to the house. She thought about taking a detour to the shed for a moment, but after what had just happened, she decided it would be best not to.
Sam was waiting in the kitchen for her when she returned, gazing at her expectationally. She sighed loudly before pouring herself a hot cup of coffee, since hers was now cold. She waited until she was sitting at the table beside him before speaking.
"Dean went into town for a while," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," he replied questioningly.
She sighed knowingly. "Dean was teasing me and I said something that wasn't so nice. But all is okay now, Sam."
"And that's all it was?" he asked with surprise.
"Yup."
He sat quietly for a few moments before leaning closer to her, kissing her on the cheek. "Okay. I'm gonna help Bobby with some research. Unless you need me."
She grinned. "Nah. I'm just gonna clean up the Christmas mess."
He looked disappointed at her response, but he didn't stick around to try and convince her otherwise, which was a relief to her. Bobby had meant it when he asked her to remove the Christmas decorations and she wasn't about to get on his bad side. She'd already started out the day on a bad note, she didn't want it to continue that way.
After she finished her coffee, she began to take down the lights she'd strung up in the windows, followed by the decorations on the tree and the tree itself. It took her all of the morning, plus half of the afternoon. She only stopped in the mid afternoon to make some turkey sandwiches for herself, as well as for Sam and Bobby.
After putting the Christmas decorations away in an out of the way closet upstairs, she decided to look for something to make for dinner. She was already sick of turkey, but it needed to be eaten, so she made some turkey wraps for everyone in the house. It was during dinner that she realized both Sam and Bobby seemed a little agitated about something. She wasn't even sure if she should ask, but she wondered if it had something to do with Dean's extended absence. She waited until Bobby left the room before confronting Sam.
"What's going on, Sam?" she asked bluntly.
"Uh, why would you think something is going on?" he replied.
"Sam, please don't make me force it out of you," she said wearily.
He sighed. "Dean texted me earlier, said he'd be back shortly and that was hours ago. And now he's not answering his phone at all."
She looked at him with a horrified look, guilt crashing down on her like a lead weight. She had to hope that it was just Dean being Dean. However, she knew better. She knew he would never stay out of contact with his brother or Bobby for this long, especially after saying he'd be back soon. If plans had changed he would've at least texted. She knew just as well as Sam and Bobby did that he was obviously in some kind of trouble. Worst of all, it was her fault. He wouldn't have left the house if it hadn't been for her.
Pushing Sam's arms aside, she grabbed her laptop from the other side of the table, opening it roughly and began typing feverishly, ignoring his questions. It wasn't until he attempted to pull the laptop from her hands that she glanced up at him with irritation.
"I'm trying to find your brother, Sam. Now leave me alone," she stated tersely, her eyes shifting back to the computer screen.
"What? How?" he asked with surprise.
She shook her head in frustration. "Even with his GPS turned off, I can track his phone. It's gonna take me much longer, but as long as he's got it on him I'll be able to track him."
"I suppose you're not gonna explain how?"
She glared at him wearily. "What do you think?"
He smirked lightly in amusement, although he knew he shouldn't. "Fine. I'll go warm up the car I guess."
She was too determined to find Dean to even realize what Sam had said to her. She knew if anything happened to him she would feel incredibly guilty for the rest of her life, and she wasn't going to let that happen. She was going to find him, come hell or high water.
It only took her a few minutes to find his location, or at least the location where his phone was. She had flown from the table and nearly had her coat on before Bobby appeared beside her.
"Where the hell are you going, kid?" he demanded.
"To find Dean, where else?"
"Oh no, you're not. You're staying here."
"What?! You're not being serious?!"
"Someone's gotta stay here," he explained.
"If you think that's gonna be me, old man, you've got another thing coming," she replied adamantly.
"Damn right it's gonna be you," he said harshly. "We don't know what's happened to Dean and you're in no condition to find out."
"I'm in no condition? Did you really just say that to me?" she asked furiously. "Don't you dare use my pregnancy as an excuse to leave me behind!"
"Well it's definitely not an asset, Jess," he replied in a much calmer voice, hoping to lessen her anger.
"Despite what you think, I can do my job, Bobby, pregnant or not. I find it funny that not one of you have any faith in my abilities. Do you think I would endanger Dean? If I didn't think I could handle it I would stay here, but I know that I can," she paused for a moment to catch her breath, raising her hand to hush Bobby when he opened his mouth. "I can do this Bobby, I know that I can. Besides, if you leave me here I'm just gonna follow you."
He gazed at her with exasperation. "You're not gonna be happy until this old man has a heart attack, are you?"
She grinned with slight amusement, shaking her head. "Don't be such a drama queen."
He smiled very slightly, rolling his eyes. "Fine. If you say you're able to do this then I'll take your word for it."
"I am able, Bobby," she replied reassuringly. "Anyway, we don't know Dean is in any danger for sure. So quit your worrying."
He nodded in acceptance, which was her cue to leave as quickly as she could before he could change his mind. She had told him to quit worrying, but she was unable to. She knew something was wrong, just as well as he did. She only hoped it wasn't as bad as she was imagining.
Sam was waiting in the passenger side of the car when she finally made it outside. She grinned for a moment, amused that he wasn't sitting in the driver's side. But then she realized he probably didn't want to waste precious time arguing with her while his brother was missing, which made her feel another twinge of guilt. She didn't call any attention to it as she got into the driver's seat, put the car into reverse and backed out of the yard quickly. As she hit the road and shifted it back into drive, Sam placed his hand on her knee to grab her attention.
"Where are we going?" he asked anxiously.
"Somewhere north, just outside of town."
He was quiet for a moment, but he felt the need to talk, to keep himself from becoming too upset.
"What took you so long to get ready?"
She quickly glanced at him before returning her eyes to the road. "Bobby wanted me to stay behind."
He was silent, unsure of what to say. He definitely didn't want to upset her. But in a way, he wished she had stayed behind. He worried that this is exactly what they wanted—whoever had Dean—and they were just playing right into their hands. He could only hope he was wrong.
There was complete silence for short time, until she couldn't keep silent any longer.
"I'm sorry, Sam," she blurted out abruptly.
"What?" he said in shock. "What are you sorry about?"
"Whatever's happened to Dean, it's my fault," she replied anxiously.
"Why? Because you got into an argument with him? He's a big boy, Jess."
"I know, but..."
He reached out, taking her free hand into his, and although he was anxious about his brother, he knew he needed to help keep her calm. "Everything will be fine. We're gonna take care of this just like we take care of everything else."
"I sure hope you're right, Sam," she said, squeezing his hand supportively.
They drove in silence still holding hands during the rest of the ride to their destination. When she stopped the car on the side of the road, they glanced at each other in the darkness. Neither were able to see each other's expression, but they both knew exactly what the other was feeling at this moment. It was Jessie that broke their physical contact, grabbing her phone from her pocket to check the GPS info she'd had sent to it. After a few quick taps, she glanced out the passenger side window.
"His phone is in that house over there," she said pointing towards a house in the distance.
He turned his head to glance at the house for a moment. Turning back towards her, he took her hand in his, pulling her close, kissing her lightly. "Let's be careful," he whispered as he stroked her face lightly. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Sam," she whispered back, squeezing his hand tightly in support.
"Oh, hey," he said, releasing his grip on her hand and reaching into his jacket pocket. "Take this," he said, pulling Ruby's knife from his jacket and handing it to her.
She was going to protest, but she knew he wanted to make sure she'd be able to defend herself, so she thanked him before placing it in her jacket.
"Let's go, Sam," she said, grabbing her car keys, tucking them into her pants pocket.
"Yeah," he replied hesitantly. "Let's."
A/N: Sorry this took so long to post. It always seems I get the chapter done and proofread, then something prevents me from finding the time to upload. But here it is and hopefully the next one won't take so long, just don't place any bets lol. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Thanks for reading!
