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A/N: Write a chapter of Jess meeting Mary… challenge accepted.
Dean woke up a little bit earlier than usual. He wondered why, then he remembered all the events that happened the night before.
Jess was back. And Sam was freaked.
Dean got out of bed and walked slowly down the hallway to the bathroom. He noticed the door was cracked open and the light was on. Seeing as how he shared the bathroom with Sam, especially since Mom came back and used the other one, and it wasn't anything Dean hadn't seen before, he opened the door. There he found Jess standing in front of the mirror in her underwear.
"Shit!" he said, slamming the door shut. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"No it's my fault! Someone was in the other one and I had to pee and-"
"Hey! Whoa! Hey! Let's, uh, let's just be adults about this? What do you say?"
"I'm not the one locking someone in a bathroom by holding the door shut."
Dean suddenly realized he was still holding onto the doorknob. He let go and a second later, Jess turned the knob and came out, still standing in her underwear. Dean tried his hardest to not look down.
Jess ran by him quickly back to her room and Dean went into the bathroom, making damn sure that lock worked.
Jess went to her room, thankfully not running into anyone else, and found a pile of clothes on the bed.
Hope everything fits.
Jess knew exactly who the note was from. She'd recognize that handwriting anywhere.
It still hadn't totally hit Jess how long she had been gone. Once she stopped and thought about it, she realized it was actually super impressive for him to remember her style, nonetheless her size.
One pair of jeans and a graphic tee later, she made her way to the kitchen. She was startled by another blonde woman sitting at the table.
"Hi," Jess said nervously.
"Morning," she answered, smiling. Jess got a feeling the woman was checking her out. Maybe even judging her.
Jess found the tea kettle and heated up water for more peach tea.
"So are you Sam's friend or Dean's friend?" the woman asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"When one of your boys comes into your room late at night asking for a pair of pajamas, you can't help but wonder," she responded, laughing.
"I'm Jess. I'm… an old girlfriend."
Those words hurt Jess more than anything to say.
"So you're Jess? Sam's told me a lot about you."
"Not to sound rude, but you are?"
"I'm Mary, their mom. Also back from the dead," Mary explained after seeing Jess' shocked reaction.
"Is there, like, a zombie apocalypse happening?" Jess asked, half joking.
"God I hope not," Mary said, laughing. Jess laughed too, starting to relax.
"Great. I see you two have met," Dean said, coming into the kitchen.
"Where's your brother?" Mary asked him.
"Hiding away," Dean scoffed.
"He's freaked out," Jess said quietly.
"I wouldn't say freaked out but… yeah he's freaked out. But I mean, can you blame the guy?"
The kettle started going off. Jess made her tea, Dean made coffee, and Mary sat at the table, reading a magazine.
"What is up with these Kardashians?" Mary asked.
"Who?" Jess added.
"Chuck help us," Dean mumbled.
"So what happens now?" Jess asked. "Since I'm…"
"It's definitely a bit of an adjustment, but I think you'll do just fine," Mary answered.
"So I just… carry on as if nothing has happened?"
"All you pretty much can do."
"What did you do?"
"I went back to h-"
"Happily spending time with her sons," Dean quickly finished for Mary. "You know Jess, no one is going to help you through this more than us. I mean, we've all already been there."
"Just too bad Sam won't talk to me."
"No one is more thrilled about you being here than Sammy," Dean said, taking Jess' hand. "He just in a state of shock. He'll come around."
The three sat there in silence. Jess finished drinking her tea. Mary flipped through the magazine. Dean pulled his phone out and scrolled through news articles, which blew Jess' mind. Just exactly how much has changed in 13 years?
"I'm going to go take a shower," Jess announced. "It feels dirty coming back from the dead."
Jess put her mug in the sink and went upstairs.
"Sam's never told her about hunting?" Mary asked when Jess was out of earshot.
"You never told Dad," Dean remarked. "And you married him."
Jess was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling when there was a knock on the door.
"May I come in?" Mary asked, sticking her head in. Jess smiled and Mary entered. "I went out today and picked you up some things."
Mary handed her a bag with toiletries.
"Thanks."
"I see Sam has already taken care of buying you clothes."
"Not that I didn't appreciate borrowing yours," Jess said. Both of them laughed.
"Have you seen him today?" Mary asked.
"No. But Dean keeps checking in on me, which is pretty annoying after a while."
"It's hard," Mary said in a very serious tone. "And I'm sure he's absolutely terrified of something happening to you and him losing you again."
"Did he say something?"
"No. I can only imagine. I know it was a lot for them to process when I came back, so now for you to come back, they have to process all over again."
"I don't even remember what happened," Jess said, tearing up.
"I don't either," Mary responded quietly. She held her arms out for a hug, which Jess gladly accepted.
"Mom?" Sam asked, knocking on the door frame. "Can I have a minute with Jess?"
Mary nodded and left the room.
"You don't remember what happened?" Sam asked her. Jess shook her head. Sam sighed. How was he going to tell her? "I came home and the apartment was on fire."
"What? How?"
"I don't know," Sam lied.
"That's impossible. Brady came over and he was acting weird and... that's all I remember."
Sam tensed up.
"I came back and you were asleep in the bedroom. Everything was in flames. I tried to wake you but you weren't responding. Dean came up and got me out. You were declared dead at the scene."
Jess was shocked.
"Sam-"
"So forgive me if I'm a little sensitive about this because it's all just too much."
And he left the room.
And Jess cried.
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