Chapter 50
After they were done showering and getting dressed, Sam and Jessie enjoyed having breakfast in their room before they began the long drive back to Bobby's house. This time, Jessie wouldn't allow Sam to drive her car. She missed being able to drive so she wanted to do it as much as she could.
Their talk in the shower had been brief, since Sam had had other things in mind. But they did manage to discuss Castiel's visit over breakfast. And during the drive neither of them spoke much, each mulling things over in their mind.
Sam still had some trust issues with Cas, but after all that they'd been through he believed that he would do his best to keep his wife and child safe. He owed him at least that much. He had to believe Cas knew how he felt and what it would do to him if something happened to her. Now that he had found someone who loved him despite his flaws—and his lifestyle—he couldn't let her go. And although he would never admit it to anyone, even to his brother, but if he had to choose between the life of his child and the life of his wife, he would choose her. He just hoped it would never come to that.
Jessie wasn't really thinking much about the angel's visit while she drove. She was actually trying not to think about her problems for once. But as hard as she tried, the baby seemed to have other plans. He was busily moving around and kicking her, keeping her mind on what she was trying to forget about.
They were just outside of Sioux Falls when the battery light on the car came on. She didn't notice it at first, until the radio began making a strange sound and the dash lights began flickering.
"Shit!"
"What's wrong, Jess?"
She ignored him while she pulled the car over onto the paved shoulder. Once the car had stopped, she looked at him, doing her best to keep the irritation and frustration from her voice.
"My damn alternator is dead," she explained. "Could you call Dean and ask him to bring me one?"
He glanced at her strangely. "You could always call him."
She rolled her eyes before unbuckling herself.
"Yeah, well I'm gonna take out the old one while I'm waiting Sam," she said before glancing at him sarcastically. "Unless you wanna do it?"
He opened his mouth to respond then thought better of it. Instead, he grabbed the phone from his jacket pocket and called his brother.
Jessie pulled the keys from the ignition and popped the hood before climbing out of the car. She winced at the cold for a moment as she walked to the trunk, opened it and began searching through her tool box for the tools she would need. After she had what she needed, she walked around to the front of the car and lifted the hood to its highest position then set her tools down in various spots so they wouldn't fall. By this time, Sam had climbed out of the car and walked around to the hood to see what she was doing.
"I called him. He says it'll take a few to find a working one to fit your car, but he says it shouldn't take too long."
"Okay. Thanks, Sam," she replied.
"Uh, Jessie," he said hesitantly. "Are you sure that's what's wrong with the car?"
She narrowed her eyes at him furiously. "Are you asking me if I know how to fix my own car?"
"No. Not at all," he replied quickly. "It's just, strange, ya know. Flickering lights. Radio static."
She gazed at him strangely for a moment, finally realizing what he was trying to say.
She chuckled. "No, Sam, it's not strange. It wasn't demons. I noticed the battery light was on. It's just the alternator."
"Are you're positive?"
"If I wasn't wanted by demons, I might laugh at how little you know about cars, Sam," she replied with a grin.
"Hey! I can change a tire."
"That's so cute, Sam," she mocked with a grin. "You're not completely useless."
He rolled his eyes heavily. "If you need my help I'll be standing over here."
She glanced at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, Sam. Sometimes I don't know when to stop teasing."
He took a few steps towards her, kissing her on the forehead. "I know. It's okay."
She shot him a loving smile before she went back to the task at hand, removing the alternator.
Thirty minutes later, the alternator was still in the car. Between a rusted bolt and her semi-frozen hands, she was having a difficult time. And although she figured Sam would be able to take out a bolt without any trouble, after all her teasing she didn't think it was right to ask him for help.
"Is Dean on his way yet?" she snapped, her voice laced with unintentional irritation.
"Yeah. He just texted me," he replied quickly, hoping to appease her. But as he glanced over at her, he noticed she seemed to be slightly distressed. "Are you okay?"
She hated to admit when she needed help. She'd never found it easy to ask, or accept. But she was too cold to worry about her pride at the moment. So she set her tools down, took a few steps towards Sam and placed her hands in his pockets where his own hands were.
"Damn! You're hands are freezing!" he said, moving his hands around in his pocket to help warm hers up.
She snuggled up close to him in an attempt to get warm, but he felt just as cold as she did.
"I hope Dean gets here soon. One of the bolts are rusted and I can't get it off."
"Do you want me to try?"
She smiled, but shook her head. "Nah. You can just try and keep me warm."
"Why don't we wait in the car?" he suggested.
She nodded her head and was about to say something when the couple heard footsteps behind them. Out of habit—and paranoia—they separated as they turned to face the two men who approached, their hands moving close to their nearest weapon.
"Do you need any help?" asked the dark haired man.
Jessie glanced uneasily at Sam. She didn't like the looks of the two men, for no reason other than she felt a strange vibe coming from them.
"No, thanks. We're fine," she replied as sweetly as she could.
"Are you sure?" the light haired man asked. "A pregnant lady shouldn't be out here working in this cold."
"She's fine," Sam snapped.
The moment the man mentioned her pregnancy she became even more suspicious. She didn't think she was big enough that it was easily recognizable under her large winter coat, although she could be wrong. She wasn't even sure how to let Sam know her suspicions without just coming right out and saying it. She hoped a single glance would work, which she shot at him while she brushed hair behind her ear. She wasn't sure if he understood, but at least he didn't return her look with one of confusion.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But thanks," she added. "My brother-in-law is on his way."
The mere mention of Dean made the men glance at each other almost in panic, and give themselves away as demons.
Jessie immediately reached for her gun as they began to advance, while Sam reached for Ruby's knife, which he had stashed in his jacket pocket. He gripped it tightly, stepping protectively in front of Jessie.
"Are we gonna have to do this the hard way?" taunted the light haired demon.
"Why don't you go back to hell!" Sam replied furiously.
"Been there, done that. Not planning on going there again any time soon," he replied.
The dark haired demon shot him an irritated glance before once again looking at Sam. "All we want is the girl. Hand her over and no one has to get hurt."
"The only one who's gonna get hurt here is you!" Sam yelled.
The demon laughed malevolently as it began to advance on the couple.
Jessie immediately shot at the demon who was farther away, while Sam took on the one who was closest to him. He swung the knife at him, but the demon managed to dodge the blow, landing a kick to his ribcage which sent him down to the ground on his knees. He kicked him again, which sent him flying a few feet backwards, the knife flying out of his hand.
"Sam!" she yelled, shooting the demon as she took a few steps backwards.
"We don't want to hurt you," said the light haired demon as he dodged one of the bullets she shot towards him.
"The same can't be said for me!" she yelled before shooting him in the head.
He laughed maniacally as he turned his attention towards Sam, who was attempting to fight off the other demon with only his bare hands.
Jessie panicked, emptying her whole clip on the demon, which had little effect other than to piss him off. He turned his attention towards her instead, advancing quickly. She fumbled in her pocket for her spare clip, but her hands were still cold and numb, making it difficult to grasp. She managed to get her fingers around it, just in time for the demon to catch up to her and reach for her. She managed to swing at him before he could grab a hold of her arms, her fist connecting with his face, but he managed to get a hold around her waist with one hand, his other hand grasping her by the hair.
"Let go of me you sonofabitch!" she shrieked as he pulled her head back forcefully.
"Jessie!" Sam yelled as he fought back harder against the demon who was pummeling him.
When the demon realized his partner had Jessie, he punched Sam once really hard in the head, hard enough to knock him unconcious, his limp body lying in the cold snow.
"Let's go," he ordered the other demon.
"Sam!" she cried, attempting to pull free of the demon's grip, but he was much too strong for her. He only gripped her tighter, while the demons laughed with pleasure. However, their revelry only lasted a moment. They stopped the moment they heard a loud noise that sounded like a crack of thunder, both eyeing each other nervously.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Crowley said as he suddenly appeared in front of the demons.
The demons stopped in their tracks, the one holding Jessie tightening his hold on her.
"I shouldn't have to tell you how this is going to end up for the two of you," Crowley taunted.
"She's ours. We're taking her to Meg," replied the demon who was holding Jessie.
"My friend here," he said, patting what looked like the air, "begs to differ."
They heard the unmistakeable growl of a hellhound causing both of them to flinch, shooting each other terror filled glances.
"What's it gonna be? Chew toy for my pet? Or smoke out?"
The demon holding Jessie loosened his grip enough for her to slip out of his grasp. She had spied Ruby's knife not far from where she was standing, so she managed to grab it, deftly striking the nearest demon in the back while he was distracted, killing it instantly. The remaining demon smoked out of his host, the body falling to the ground with a loud thump. She glanced at the body sadly, realizing that he was already dead.
"You should learn to be more careful," Crowley said as he glared at Jessie.
She returned his glare with malice. "How the hell did you find me?"
"I'd imagine the same way the other demons found you. They know you're around here and they just got lucky."
"So you're saying you found me by luck?"
"No. Of course not."
"Then how?"
He sighed. "I was watching them and they were watching you."
A quiet moan snapped Jessie back to reality. She dashed over to Sam, squatted down beside him and lifted his head into her lap, brushing snow from his hair.
"I'm not going to thank you, Crowley, but I will warn you," she said with narrowed eyes. He opened his eyes widely with intrigue. "You better leave before Dean gets here."
"Not a single thank you from a Winchester. Somehow I'm not surprised," he mocked. "Either way, you better be careful. Meg will know where you are now."
"I can take care of myself."
"Clearly," he replied sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes before turning her attention towards Sam. She called his name quietly, but with concern, a few times, while stroking his hair lightly. When she glanced back in the direction where Crowley had been standing only moments before, she noticed he had disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was gone. Her immediate concern now was for Sam.
Upon closer inspection, she couldn't find any bumps or lumps on his head, or any blood besides a scratch on his face, which was always a good sign. However, the longer he remained unconscious, the more she worried. And with it being so cold outside and he was lying on the ground, she worried even more. Even if she wasn't pregnant she was unsure she would've been able to lift his huge frame into her car, and she was afraid to hurt him further, as well as herself if she even tried. She pulled him as close as she could, hoping that Dean would arrive sooner, rather than later.
It was only a couple of minutes later when Jessie heard the distinctive roar of the Impala's engine coming down the road. It was the same moment that Sam emitted another moan, only louder, this time opening his eyes slowly. His eyes were glazed with pain, but she could see his love and concern for her as she gazed into them.
"Don't move too much, Sam," she told him as he struggled to get up. "Dean will be here in a second."
She eased him up into a sitting position, setting her hand firmly on his shoulder so he wouldn't try to stand.
"What happened?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"It's okay, Sam," she replied reassuringly. "They're gone."
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"You're the one who got knocked out. Why don't we worry about you?" she replied with a faint smile.
He looked at her with confusion, unsure of how she might have gotten away from the demons, and also unsure why she seemed to be hiding something. But he didn't have time to worry about it when his brother showed up.
"What happened?" Dean asked with concern.
"We were attacked by demons," she replied, backing off slightly so he could examine his brother.
After a quick examination, Dean figured his brother was fine. He helped get him to his feet, with a little assistance from Jessie, getting him into the passenger side of the Impala. Once the door was closed, he stuck his hand out at her, gazing at her anxiously.
"Take my keys and get him to Bobby's," he said.
"What about my car?"
He rolled his eyes with irritation. "I'll take care of her. Now go. Sam needs rest and you need to get out of the cold."
She glanced at her car once before taking the proffered keys and thanking Dean for his offer. She knew she had nothing to worry about where her car was concerned. She was actually much more concerned about leaving him alone in case more demons showed up. But she had to trust he knew what he was doing. It shouldn't take him too long to fix her car anyway.
After adjusting the mirrors and seat, she drove off towards Bobby's house quickly. She didn't go quite as fast as she'd like, but that was only because it wasn't her car. Just as she would expect Dean to look after her girl, she was going to take care of his baby.
Sam was quiet during the drive. He mostly gazed out the passenger side window, one hand on his head. He was so quiet, she had to glance over at him from time to time to make sure he was still conscious. She had been expecting the third degree from him about what happened to the demons who had attacked them. It worried her much more that he hadn't asked.
Bobby was waiting outside when she drove the Impala into the yard. He greeted her with concern before helping Sam into the house. He was walking fine on his own, but he seemed a little shaky so he didn't want to risk the chance that he might trip or pass out. He helped him lie down on the couch and make sure he was comfortable before joining Jessie in the kitchen.
"Are you okay, Jess?" he asked as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Isn't it a little early to be drinking?"
He shook his head lightly. "After Dean called to tell me what happened, it's not too early."
"Bobby, we're fine. It was only a couple of low level demons. Nothing to worry about," she replied nonchalantly, attempting to alleviate his concern.
"Of course I worry," he replied, gazing at her sternly. "And you never did answer my question."
She sighed impatiently. "I'm fine, okay. It's Sam you need to worry about."
"Do you wanna tell me what happened?"
She knew exactly what he would say if he found out that Crowley had helped her, and it was the last thing she wanted to tell him. She knew she could probably get away without telling any of them the complete truth, make up some cover story since Sam was unconscious in the first place. But with all the lies she'd had to tell them lately, and all the guilt because of it, she just had to tell them the truth and deal with it. They deserved that much.
"Crowley saved me," she replied tersely.
"What?!" he said, spitting out some of the beer he still had in his mouth in surprise.
She shrugged half-heartedly. "I dunno what else to tell you. He showed up and saved our asses."
"I think you're gonna have to do better than that," he replied disapprovingly.
She sighed. "Look, Bobby. I'm still cold and I really need to use the bathroom. Can this wait until Dean gets back?" she asked, adding, "so I don't have to repeat myself."
He seemed reluctant to let her leave the room but he agreed, figuring he wouldn't gain anything by keeping her hostage. He knew her well enough not to push her.
After she used the bathroom, she headed into her room and got changed into some warm flannel pajamas. They were usually reserved for when she was feeling under the weather, but she figured this reason was as good as any. Once she was dressed, she sat down on the end of the bed and began to reflect on what had just happened.
It was about ten minutes later when Dean appeared in the doorway to her bedroom asking if he could come in. He attempted to keep his face stoic, but he was unable to hide his concern.
"Bobby asked me to come find you."
She gazed at him with a troubled look. "Tell him I'll be down in a minute."
He moved as if he was going to leave, but stopped short.
"Are you okay?"
She shook her head. "Spare me your concern, Dean. I don't deserve it."
"What? How's that?"
She looked at him with disbelief. "I almost got your brother killed, Dean."
He walked over to her, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. "Sam's fine."
"Yeah, this time. But what about next time?" she snapped. "It was only two pathetic low level demons this time. What if it had been Meg?"
He looked at her with confusion. "It wasn't. Besides, you got away."
"Yeah, if not for—nevermind."
"What were you gonna say?" he asked suspiciously.
"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "I'll talk to you downstairs."
He nodded his head and began to walk out, however, he stopped before leaving and turned around for a moment. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself," he said before leaving the room.
She took a deep breath after he left the room to calm herself. After all the thinking she'd done, she managed to blame herself entirely for what had happened, whether it was wrong to think that way or not. The demons were out for her, not Sam. He was just the innocent victim in her eyes.
She headed downstairs once she had regained her composure. The first stop she made was into the livingroom to check on Sam, who was quietly watching TV. He reassured her that he was fine, but that didn't give her any relief from her guilt. After a quick examination and a couple of stolen kisses, she headed into the kitchen where both Dean and Bobby were sitting at the table, their conversation interrupted the moment she walked in.
She was already upset and angry with herself, but somehow the look the two of them gave her as she entered the room just seemed to add to it. Of course it was completely irrational, but she wasn't feeling completely rational at the moment.
"For the record," she began, "I'm only telling you this because I don't want to keep secrets. If I had my way I wouldn't even tell you."
The two gazed at her suspiciously but kept completely silent.
"Crowley showed up with hellhound in tow. Told the demons to let me go or he would kill them. When one dropped his guard I stabbed it with Ruby's knife, the other one smoked out."
"What?!" the two of them exclaimed in unison.
She shrugged her shoulders. "You heard me."
"Care to explain it a little better than that, kid?"
"What is there to explain?" she asked rhetorically. "He showed up and saved my bacon. Told me they were Meg's demons and that I needed to watch myself, then he left."
"That's it?"
"That's it," she replied with a shrug.
He glanced at Dean who seemed just as surprised as he was, before turning back to look at her with disbelief.
"How can that be it, Jess? What did he want?"
She shrugged. "I told you before, he just wants me to stay out of Meg's hands."
"And you haven't been speaking with him lately?"
The anger that she'd been keeping barely concealed rose to the surface, her face contorted with rage. But somehow she managed to keep control of it, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. And when she opened her eyes again, her face looked passive. Both Dean and Bobby looked at her in bewilderment.
"I'm sorry. My hormones got the best of me for a moment," she said as sweetly as she could manage. "But I'm fine now." She stopped for a moment, walking to the fridge to grab herself a soda. Standing at the counter she turned around to face them again. "I haven't spoken to Crowley since I've been here."
She knew it was a bold faced lie, but she knew she couldn't tell them the truth. They would never understand.
Bobby shot Dean a knowing look, which caused him to get up from his seat and leave the room. When he was gone, he patted the table, asking her to sit down beside him.
She reluctantly sat down at the table, constantly shifting her gaze from his serious look, to the wall behind him. She squirmed uncomfortably in her own skin, afraid of what he was going to say.
"I know I'm not very good at this whole adopted Dad thing, but, Dean told me what you said upstairs and I'm concerned."
"Bobby, please."
"Jessie, we all care about you very much. Pregnant with Sam's child or not, we'd be by your side because we're family."
She shifted her gaze and swallowed hard, fighting back the emotions she was desperately trying to contain; guilt, fear, sorrow. Of course none was as prevalent as the guilt.
"I'm sorry, Bobby. I just don't know what I would do if anything happened to Sam. Especially if it was my fault."
He smiled supportively, unsure how to respond. He always felt uncomfortable talking about feelings, but he knew she needed to talk, even if she didn't know it.
"Whatever the demons do is not your fault, Jess," he finally replied. "No one would blame you if something had happened to Sam."
"But I would, Bobby," she replied with exasperation. "And I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
"And how do you think he'd feel if something happened to you, kid?"
She sighed with resignation, realizing he was completely right. Sam had been feeling the same exact way she was, but somehow she couldn't see past her own feelings.
"I get it, Bobby," she replied. "I'm fine now."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You didn't look fine a couple of minutes ago. In fact, you looked like you were about to murder someone."
She knew he was going to call her on it, but she wasn't pleased. The last thing she wanted to do was attempt to explain how difficult it had become recently to contain her anger. Of course all her other emotions were out of whack as well thanks to her pregnancy, but none were more difficult to control than the anger.
She took a deep breath to keep herself calm before speaking. "With everything that's going on with the demons, on top of everything that's going on with my body, yeah, it makes me feel like I want to murder someone once in a while." He opened his mouth to respond but she raised her hand to quiet him. "Bobby, I'm only just over half way through my pregnancy and I've already gained fifteen pounds. It's hard to get comfortable sometimes, the baby likes to squirm around while I'm trying to sleep, I feel nauseous when I smell food, my back and feet ache, I get headaches sometimes," she paused for a moment, a strange, sly grin creeping over her face, "and occasionally, my boobs get achy or my nipples itch."
His eyes opened widely in horror. "I'm sorry for asking."
She laughed heartily as she stood up from the table, patting him on the back. "Don't ask the question if you don't wanna hear the answer—Dad," she teased.
He rolled his eyes, a tiny grin creeping across his face. "As long as that's all it is, Jess, then I get it."
"That's all," she replied with a smile. "Now if you don't mind, I need to start some baking for tomorrow. Unless you've forgotten it's Christmas Eve?"
"Of course not," he replied as he stood up. "I'll get out of your hair now."
"Thanks, Bobby," she said with a smile, surprising him with an abrupt hug.
As he pulled away from the hug, he smiled at her with the adoration of a father. And after a moments hesitation, he left the kitchen so he wouldn't be in her way.
She felt slightly better after her talk with Bobby, which made her more than ready to begin baking. She knew if anyone was going to get in her way it was Dean, but she had prepared for that eventuality. She had ordered some snack platters from the deli in town and had them delivered early that morning. There were cold cuts, cheese, crackers, pickles, olives, fruits and vegetables, as well as a dessert tray she planned on saving for the evening. However, she wondered if Dean could make it that long before he managed to get into it as well.
She managed to get one pie into the oven before Dean began to nose around the kitchen. She had to threaten him with the rolling pin to get him to leave. However, he continued to pop in and bother her. Even the trays of food weren't enough to distract him for long. Eventually the threats escalated—she threatened to do something to his car—and then Bobby and Sam had to step in and remove Dean before it got ugly.
When the last pie was put in the oven, she finally sat down and had a break. Her feet and back were hurting, but she would never admit it to anyone—especially Sam. She didn't want anyone to worry needlessly, but most of all, she didn't want anyone thinking she wasn't capable of doing things for herself. The pain wasn't a big deal. She just needed to get used to it if she was going to try and keep her usual pace.
She hadn't been sitting for more than a few minutes when Dean walked into the kitchen. She shot him a dangerous warning glance, but kept silent. She figured it was more than enough of a warning.
"You made quite the mess," he said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
She glared at him silently, doing her best not to react. She assumed he was trying to goad her into some kind of reaction
"It smells awesome though," he said as he glanced around the kitchen. "What all did you make?"
"Pie, Dean," she replied wearily.
He grinned brightly. "I know that. But what kind?"
"Can't you just wait and be surprised?"
"No. Isn't it enough that I have to wait until tomorrow to open presents?"
She giggled. "You're so adorable, Dean."
"Adorable? Me? No way!" he replied, feeling insulted. "I prefer deadly. Or maybe ruggedly handsome. But definitely not adorable."
She laughed heartily. "Sure, Dean. Whatever helps you through the day," she teased.
"Are you gonna answer my question or mock me?"
"Okay, fine," she said with a grin. "But first, promise me you won't touch them until tomorrow."
"You're heartless, you know that, right?"
She chuckled. "I didn't know the great Dean Winchester was such a drama queen."
He mumbled something about pie, which made her chuckle again. "Fine. I swear I won't touch it until tomorrow."
"Until tomorrow after dinner?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yes."
She grinned triumphantly. "Well, of course I made apple, and I made that with fresh apples, not canned." She paused with a smile as it looked like he was going to drool. "I also made pumpkin, cherry, chocolate cream and sweet potato."
"What?" he said in surprise. "You made a pie from vegetables?"
"You mean you don't know pumpkin is a vegetable?"
"I'm not talking about pumpkin. I meant the sweet potato."
'You mean you've never had sweet potato pie?" she asked in disbelief.
He shook his head. "No."
"Well, it tastes a lot like pumpkin, only better."
"I'll have to take your word for it," he replied with a look of disgust.
"Oh, no. You're not getting away with that," she said, smiling as she saw the confusion on his face. "You're gonna try a piece or you don't get any of my other pies."
He narrowed his eyes. "Forget about what I said. You're not just heartless. You're also cruel."
She laughed. "Why? Because I know where to hit ya where it hurts?"
"Yeah," he mumbled while rolling his eyes.
"Fine, I'll make you a deal," she said, watching him narrow his eyes suspiciously. "If you don't like the sweet potato pie, I'll make you homemade pie of your choice once a week for a month."
He stared at her intently for a moment while mulling it around in his mind. "Deal."
She smiled as she stood up from the table, her eyes scanning the kitchen. "I forgot to tell you, Dean," she said, her smile becoming wider, "since I did the cooking, you get to do the cleaning."
"What? Who says?"
She grinned with delight. "Bobby."
He shook his head silently, glaring at her. She chuckled quietly as she began to head for the livingroom, turning around to glance at him as she reached the door. "I'm just kidding," she said with a grin, watching him roll his eyes before walking out of the room.
Sam was sitting on the couch watching TV when she walked in. He beamed at her brightly, shifting over so there would be room for her to sit. She sat down, brushing her fingers through his hair lightly.
"How's your head?" she asked with concern.
"It's fine now. No more headache," he said as he reached his arm around her, pulling her close.
She smiled, leaning in to kiss his lips gently. "I'm tired, Sam. And I think you need to take it easy for one night."
He gazed at her with pleading eyes, but her look was one of determination. She'd made up her mind and there was no way he was going to be able to change it.
"Sleep it is," he replied with a smile, but his voice showed his disappointment.
She smiled lovingly as she stood up from the couch, offering her hand to him. He took it hesitantly, allowing her to help him to his feet. She kept a hold of his hand as she led him to the stairs, allowing him to walk ahead of her, taking his hand once again as they reached the top of the stairs and lead him into the bedroom. And after he insisted on helping her change into her nightgown, they climbed into bed, cuddling up together.
"Sam," she said quietly a few minutes later. "I told you I wanted to sleep."
"But it's Christmas," he replied quietly.
"Not yet it isn't. Besides, I bought you presents."
He nuzzled up to the back of her neck, kissing her a few times while breathing heavily. "This would be a much better present."
She rolled her eyes before she turned over to face him. "Sam. I've been pretty good about this, so... please don't make me play the 'I'm pregnant and tired' card."
He brushed his fingers through her hair, kissing her gently. "Okay. I'll let you save that card for another time."
She chuckled quietly, a wide smile on her face. "I love you, Sam."
"I love you, too, Jessie."
She closed her eyes while he continued to brush his fingers through her hair tenderly, his rhythmic breathing eventually helping her fall into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: What do you think Crowley is really up to? Do you think Jessie knows, or is she as much in the dark as everyone else?
I'm hoping the next chapter flows as easily as this one did. Hopefully will update again soon.
Thanks for reading!