Chapter 5

Jessie woke up the next morning feeling nauseous. She didn't fully remember everything that had happened the night before, but it was coming back to her in pieces. She groaned internally when she remembered kissing Dean. Then she remembered she wasn't alone in the room, so she stayed quiet, listening. All she could hear was the shuffling of paper, so she eased herself up in the bed, looking around.

Sam was sitting at the table reading a newspaper, while Dean was sitting on the couch cleaning his gun. She figured everything had gone fine during the night since she was still living, so she climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, she searched through her dufflebag, finding her bottle of aspirin, she had a headache. She grabbed herself a glass of water, took the aspirin, then sat at the table with Sam.

"Good morning, Jessie," he said with a smile, setting down the newspaper. "How are you feeling?"

"I drank entirely too much last night," she replied softly. "You don't happen to have any coffee, do you?"

"No, but I'm sure Dean wouldn't mind getting you some."

"What?" Dean asked, pretending he hadn't heard his brother.

"Would you mind getting some coffee for Jessie?"

"It's okay, Sam. He doesn't need to bother. I'm fine."

He turned to his brother, looking very insistent.

"How do you like your coffee?" he asked with fake sincerity.

"Sugar and cream," she replied with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Dean."

He stood up, glaring at his brother lightly, then left the motel room.

"I guess I wasn't bitten after all," she remarked after he left.

"No, apparently not," he answered awkwardly.

"What's going on, Sam?" she asked frustrated. "I know I got drunk last night. What did I do?"

He avoided her gaze for a moment, trying to decide whether he should tell her. After a moment he decided it would be better to come clean, in case she remembered what happened at some later date.

"You were telling me about your life."

"What?" she yelled in surprise. "What did I say?"

"Don't you remember any of our conversation?"

"I told you how long I've been hunting, and I told you about my grandfather...but everything else is a blur."

Sam looked at Jessie awkwardly, making her suspicious and vulnerable.

"What did I tell you, Sam?" she begged.

He tried looking at her understandingly, trying to calm her down. But the longer he took to tell her, the more upset she became. He decided to try a different approach.

"Does it really matter, Jessie?" he asked with a hard look. "You've made it pretty clear you prefer to be alone. We can all just go our separate ways and forget any of this happened."

She stared at him for a moment, studying his face, thinking about what he'd said. It made complete sense to her, but at the same time, there was a part of her that almost felt relieved that she'd opened up to someone, almost.

"You're right, Sam. It doesn't matter, does it?"

He didn't reply to her, not knowing exactly what to say. It was an awkward moment, but only lasted a minute, before Dean walked in.

Dean placed the coffee in front of Jessie, looking at his brother curiously. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No, you didn't," Jessie replied shortly. "Thanks for the coffee."

Dean watched her curiously as she took her coffee, grabbed her dufflebag taking it to the bed. She placed the coffee on the side table, while she rooted around in her bag.

"What's going on, Sam?" he whispered.

He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, picking up the newspaper and began to look through it.

Dean sighed, walking over to the couch and turned the TV on. He was determined to stay out of whatever was going on.

Jessie pulled out some cash from her dufflebag, stuffing it in her pocket, then picked up her coffee. She walked to the door, pausing for a moment, then walked out with no explanation. She went to the motel office, paying for another day, since she knew they wouldn't be out by noon, then walked to her car.

A couple of days ago I could have jumped in this car and drove anywhere, nothing to worry about but myself, but now I feel lost and have no idea where to go, she thought to herself. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice when someone walked up behind her, until they placed their hand on her shoulder, and she turned around in surprise.

"I didn't mean to startle you," Dean said.

"What do you want, Dean?" she asked irritated.

"What's going on between you and my brother?"

"Nothing. Why? Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of what?"

She rolled her eyes, walking around him and back into the motel room. She began to gather everything in the room that belonged to her, furiously stuffing it all into her dufflebag, while Sam watched. Moments later he was joined at the table by Dean, who was watching her as well.

Once she was satisfied she had everything of hers, she walked to the door, then turned to the brothers.

"Thank you both for your help, I really appreciate it. The room is paid up until tomorrow at noon, feel free to stay until then."

"Jessie..."

"Bye, Sam," she interrupted, quickly leaving the motel room.

She hurriedly packed her dufflebag into her car and drove away from the motel, never once looking in her rear view mirror until she was positive she couldn't see anything but the road and the cars behind her. She wasn't sure where she was going, but anywhere was better than here.

She drove for a few hours before she became sore and stiff, her injuries were still on the mend but they weren't quite healed yet. She stopped at the first motel she came across, checking in for the night. It wasn't the cleanest, but she wasn't picky, not today. She just needed to lay down and rest.

She was getting ready to lay down, when she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She'd forgotten to turn it back on, she'd turned it off after leaving the motel earlier. She hesitated, wondering if she should even bother, very few people ever called her and even fewer of them she wanted to hear from, especially right now. But after some careful consideration, she decided she'd better turn it on, just in case.

There were several voice messages, all from Bobby, except for one, she wasn't sure whose number it was, but she assumed it was one of the Winchester brothers. She listened to the messages, the unknown one was from Sam, apologizing for upsetting her. It didn't matter, she was going to make sure she didn't see him again. She did decide to call Bobby though, he sounded worried and she didn't want him to send someone looking for her.

"Hey, Bobby."

"Jessie, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Bobby. Why?"

"You weren't answering your phone. I thought something was wrong."

"You should know better than to worry about me."

"But I do, Jess. Your grandfather made me promise to look out for you."

"And you're a sweet man for worrying about me. But I'm a grown woman. I can look after myself."

"You might be grown, but you still need someone to look out for you."

"And you do, Bobby."

"But I'm not going to be around forever."

"None of us will."

"Do me a favor. Please."

"What?"

"Promise me you'll stop by the house. I haven't laid eyes on you in so long."

She was quiet for a moment, contemplating.

"Jess?"

"Fine. If I leave early enough tomorrow I should be there by dinner. I hope you're cooking."

He laughed. "How about a barbecue?"

"As long as you're not going to make me cook this time," she laughed.

"Would I do that?" he teased.

"See ya tomorrow, Bobby."

"Drive safe."

Jessie debated whether she should return Sam's call, but finally settled on no. She figured it would be better to cut the ties cleanly, leaving no doubt where she stood. She wasn't really upset with him, she was more upset with herself. She had no idea what made herself open up to him like she had, but she didn't like it. Especially since she had no idea what she'd told him. With all the doubt she'd already been having the past few months, it wasn't the best time for this to happen.

Once she was sick of thinking, she took a couple of aspirin, had a shot of vodka, and laid down to sleep, hoping she would feel more optimistic in the morning.

A/N: I know, another short chapter. I promise they'll get longer...and a little more action packed lol. A review would be much appreciated.

Thanks for reading!