A/N: Sorry I disappeared. My life suddenly got busy. I am still active please don't give up on me.

This chapter was inspired by a tumblr post about Jess challenging Sam about his hunter's habits.

I was dusting our sitting room as we had had a party, well mainly me Sam is incredibly antisocial so he'd disappeared somewhere, so our flat was a mess when I noticed the salt had magically reappeared again. It's not like I hadn't noticed it before. A line popped up soon after I cleared the previous one away was hard to miss but I had always ignored it not wanting to start an argument. Today… I wasn't in the mood to just quietly clear up Sam's mess like a good little girlfriend. I was hungover (shut up), tired and frustrated. I had no idea why Sam kept lining our flat in salt and, if I was honest, I didn't really care as long as it stopped. "SAM!" I was probably being too harsh but whatever. I couldn't deal with anymore crap at the moment.

Sam lumbered into the room massaging his temples. He was no better off than me (probably worse, actually. Lightweight). "What?" He snapped.

"Like you don't know!" Yeah, sure he just forgot he covered the room in salt.

"No I really don't." He had the audacity to look confused.

I gestured angrily towards the barricade of white grains. "Stop leaving damn salt everywhere!"

A look a comprehension dawned on his face. It was quickly replaced by a look of what could only be described as pig headedness. "No." He set his jaw and folded his arms.

"Don't you dare say no. I am not living in a house that is covered in fucking salt 24/7! So there!" I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. So there? What was I? Five? I might as well stick my tongue out and be done with it.

Sam ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath and made an effort to sound reasonable. "Look, Jess, this is probably going to be hard to understand but the salt has to stay. Please?" He attempted to come in for a hug but I backed away. I was probably acting like a brat but I was fed up.

"No. Don't you 'please' me. I put up with a lot of crap from you. I deal with the scars, the weird symbols you draw in every room, the evasive answers… hell! I even put up with the weapons! But-"

His eyes widened in concern and a look of panic fleeted across his face. "What weapons?"

I was beyond pissed. "Don't play dumb. You have guns and god knows what else despite knowing how I feel about them. But whatever, that's not the point right now." I attempted to get back on task. "The point is I put up with a lot and I try and be understanding… BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT SALT!"

Sam looked terrified and for the life of me, I couldn't fathom why. "But, Jess… It's important…" There was a note of urgency in his voice but I didn't have the translation for his language.

"Why?" I demanded.

"What?" For some reason he looked confused.

I stepped forward and mirrored him by folded my arms while doing my best to look him in the eye. (I didn't succeed. Because, holy crap, Sam is tall) I could no longer cover the hurt in my tone with anger. "Why is it so important? Huh? You can't tell me? What a surprise!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"Jess…" He pleaded. "No. I'm not giving in. Either tell me what's so important or no salt." Please tell me Sam. I thought desperately. You can trust me. I was just so tired of all the secrets. And I think I mentioned I'm not exactly patient.

Sam hesitated looking practically torn in two. I felt guilty for causing such conflict but I was done being the girlfriend who just goes along with everything. I was done pretending to be blind. I was done making sacrifices. I was not gonna be that girl who ignores everything because it goes against her vison of a perfect life. He bit his lip then nodded, seemingly come to a decision. "No salt." He whispered.

I sighed inwardly in frustration. Couldn't he just trust me for once? Maybe Dean could shed some light later. For now, I accepted Sam's sacrifice with a hug and a kiss. "Thank you…" I breathed softly in his ear. Despite my annoyance, I did appreciate that he was taking a big step. And he was doing it for me. I just wished I knew what that step was.

TBC…