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Chapter Two

Dean buttoned his shirt and winked at his reflection in the mirror. He was feeling good, positive, and it promised to be a great day.

Michael was dead, no one was at the bottom of the ocean, and Jack seemed good with whatever aftereffects of burning off his soul there were. And Sam had said something about pancakes. If Dean could persuade him to add some bacon to the platter, everything would be pretty much perfect.

For the first time… ever… things were working for them. There was no Big Bad hanging over them. They were together and happy. He was going to enjoy it and do his best to ignore the little voice at the back of his mind that whispered it wasn't going to last. It had to last. Finally, after years of trauma and pain, the world was working for them, and Dean wasn't letting that change if there was anything he could do about it.

He hung his towel on the hook and strode out of the bathroom, turning into the hall and whistling cheerfully. He was planning what they could do for the rest of the day. He was thinking about trying to pray Sam away from his card catalog project which Dean was sick of hearing about – and forcing him to watch a mindless action movie when someone slammed into his shoulder and then ran past him.

"Hey!" he shouted.

Dean's hunter instincts kicked in immediately, helping him to recover his balance and set off running after the intruder almost immediately.

It was a woman, which immediately set his heart racing at the wrongness of it. Mary was off with Bobby somewhere, and she was the only woman that belonged in the bunker since Michael had wiped out Sam's recruits.

He put on a burst of speed and threw himself at the woman's back, tackling her to the ground. As they fell, Dean rolled her over so he was straddling her, pinning her arms to her sides with his knees and holding her down by her shoulders.

"Okay, who or what the hell are… Jess?"

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was definitely her, though she looked different to the sweet-faced girl he'd seen the night he picked Sam up from Stanford all those years ago.

She was older, and there was a scar running down her cheek, but there was no mistaking those blue eyes. He'd had nightmares about those eyes burning with pain from the fire that consumed her for two years before they were replaced with new nightmares of his brother's body on a dirty mattress.

Her lips parted with shock, and then her eyes hardened as she brought up a knee and slammed it into his groin. He collapsed forward, groaning in pain, and she shoved him off of her and set off running again as he lay panting and cupping himself where the fiery pain burned hottest.

"You're not Dean," she growled, and then her footsteps pounded the tile floor as she ran away from him.

Dean tried to roll over, but even moving a little made his groin feel like it was going to explode. It took a supreme effort to push down the pain and struggle to his feet as Jack skidded up to him.

"Dean! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Nutcracker," Dean groaned.

"What?"

"Doesn't matter," Dean said, his voice coming clearer now. "Did you see a woman?"

"Yes. It's Jessica. I think something went wrong."

Dean's stomach lurched. "What did you do, Jack?" He shook off the question as soon as he asked it. What Jack had done could be dealt with later. Right now. they had Jessica Moore running wild in the bunker, an unusually violent Jessica, and Sam was home. "Never mind. Come with me."

He ran into the library and saw Jessica standing in the middle of the room, facing away from them. She had dropped the chair leg, but she was now holding the sword that they had displayed in its decorative stand on the bookcase.

She was gripping it tightly, and as Jack said her name, she spun and swung it through the air.

Dean lurched back, dragging Jack with him.

He knew just how sharp that sword was, and if she managed to reach one of them with it, it was going to end bloody. At least it would for him. Jack would shake it off and keep going.

Dean held up his hand and said, "Calm down, Jess. You're safe."

"You're not a demon," she snarled. "What are you?"

Pushing aside the fact Jessica Moore now knew about demons, Dean forced his voice to sound calm and factual as he said, "I'm Dean. You know me, right?"

"What did you do to me?" she asked. "Is it a djinn dream?"

Stowing another fact—she knew about djinns, too—Dean said, "No. It's not a djinn thing. I know you're probably confused, but if you put the sword down, we can explain."

"Not a djinn," she said, seeming to be speaking to herself. "Can't be. This isn't my nightmare or my dream. Is it Lilith?"

Dean gasped. "Lilith!"

She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, Lilith. Do you work for her?"

"Lilith…"

Dean gasped with dawning realization. This Jessica wasn't just older, she was a hunter, it was clear in her stance and the look in her eyes that he recognized from Sam's gaze and the mirror. She had to be from another of those crazy alternate universes—one where Lilith was still alive somehow and Jessica was a part of the real, hunting world.

"I am Dean, and this is Jack. I can explain if you put the sword down."

"You're not Dean!" she growled.

"He is," Jack said. "Really."

She snorted. "Yeah?" And his eye magically grew back did it?"

Jack's gaze snapped from Jessica to Dean. "His eye!"

Dean knew he wasn't going to disarm her anytime soon, so he kept his hands raised is a show of reassurance and said, "Look, Jess, I am Dean, but not the Dean from your world. This is Jack, he's a Nephilim. He brought you here from your own world. Right, Jack?"

"I think so," Jack said. "I was trying to help."

Dean groaned. He didn't know how Jack had found out about Jess, but there was only one person he could be trying to help by bringing Jessica here. Sam.

This was going to blow his mind wide open the pain again. How was Dean supposed to prepare him for this? It was Jessica, the woman Sam loved more than anything, but it also wasn't. This wasn't the version of her that Sam had lost. She was obviously a completely different person to the sweet college girl.

Would that matter to Sam or would he just be happy to have her back?

"No one here is going to hurt you, Jess, and you don't need to hurt us. There's a lot we've got to tell you and for you to see. You're perfectly safe though. There's no Lilith to…"

He trailed off Sam arrived at the other end of the room, his eyes wide as he took in the scene.

Sam sucked a shocked breath into his lungs that made Jessica narrow her eyes and ask, "Who's that?"

The color drained from Sam's face and he stopped edging towards the weapons cache he had been inching towards, one shaking hand pressing to his chest and the other reaching forward. "Jess?"

Jessica's reaction was a mirror of Sam's. She paled and her hands flew up, the sword dropping from her fingers as she turned slowly to face Sam.

Dean rushed forward and grabbed the sword then shoved it into Jack's hands as he rushed towards his brother who looked as though he was going to collapse.

Before he could get halfway across the room, Jessica was passing him, running at Sam and throwing herself at him. Dean called a warning to Sam, but it was too late. She was on Sam, a cry ripping from her and Sam was catching her, crying her name.

Dean stood watching, an outsider to the moment of joy being shared between them as they embraced, and he wondered what the hell they were going to do.

He saw Sam's happiness and gloried in it, but he had a feeling this was going to end badly.

This Jessica didn't belong here, and he wasn't sure she'd be able to stay.

The idea scared him as he had no idea how he was going to be able to get his brother though that kind of pain a second time.

So… What do you think so far? I am sure you're eager for some Sam/Jessica interaction, and that is coming in the next chapter. I wanted to set the scene first.

Until next time…

Clowns or Midgets xxx