A/N: Finally finished rewriting so new chapter time. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REREAD. The story has not changed at all.
Q: I was thinking about writing about Sam meeting Jess. Opinions? PM me.
Dean looked at me in concern. "What's happening?"
I made a helpless gesture towards my cell. 23 missed calls. 62 new messages. "I didn't exactly tell Sam where I was going and I think he thinks I've been kidnapped or something…" I scrolled frantically through the increasingly panicked texts. Some of them made sense like 'call me' or 'where are you?' but some of them. Well, some of them were just weird. 'Tell me where it's keeping you.' 'What does it look like?' It was creepy.
"What?" Dean grabbed my cell. "Shit Sammy." He whispered, face stricken. He shoved the cell back into my hand. "Call him. Now!" He commanded.
I nodded before I even registered what I was doing. Them hesitated. "What the hell do I say? I hiss.
"Tell him your aunt was taken seriously ill and you had to give your mom support. You're really sorry but in the panic, you forgot to call. It looks like she's going to pull through so you're on your way home." He instructed distractedly but completely calm. It kinda scared me how quickly he thought up a cover story. "Now, Jess."
I snapped myself out of the kinda trance I had fallen into and phoned Sam.
He picked up immediately. "Are you OK?" He sounded close to crying and I felt a stab of guilt for disappearing.
"Babe, I'm fine. My aunt was taken ill and I had to leave at once." I felt strangely detached as the lies slipped easily of my tongue.
"What? Oh, OK. Um. Is she OK? What was wrong?" Sam's voice went from distressed to relived, almost happy. I frowned. He shouldn't be happy my aunt was ill! OK she wasn't actually ill but that wasn't the point. He didn't know she was perfectly fine.
Crap. Dean didn't tell me what to say here. "She, er, fell out a tree?" Great cover, Jess.
Cue, awkward silence.
I forced a smile even though he couldn't see me and continued. "The doctor's think she'll pull through. I'm on my way back now." I paused trying to think of the right words. I eventually settled for "Erm, Sam? You OK?"
Sam sounded a million miles away when he answered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… Just don't… don't do that again." He finished awkwardly.
I chucked half-heartedly. "I'll try my best. Listen, I've got to go. I'll be home in around 40 minutes."
I could literally feel his relief at my words "Drive safely. I love you." I smiled. Genuinely this time. He still sounded unsure of the words. Like he wasn't supposed to say them but it was sincere.
"Love you too." I returned then hung up. My smile widened. I could picture the look of surprise on Sam's face when I told him I loved him. It was always there. Even now like he couldn't believe anyone would love him. It made me sad that he couldn't see how amazing he was. But back to the present. That had been one weird conversation. I had honestly no idea that Sam would react like that. He was usually so calm in a crisis.
"All good?" Dean inquired from the other side of the room. I assume he'd moved there in an attempt to give me some privacy.
"I think so." I was still staring at my cell. I mentally shook myself. "Anyway, I've got to get going." I gave Dean an appraising look. He still looked like crap on toast. "You gonna be OK?"
He shrugged. "Always am, sweetheart." He paused, suddenly looking unsure of himself. "Thanks for coming."
I shrugged. "It's cool. That's what family's for. Right?" I finished with a smile.
He grinned and it literally melted years off him. "Same goes for you." He told me seriously.
I debated then bounded forward and hugged him. Totally catching him off guard. He stayed rigid a couple of awkward moments before returning the embrace. He smelled like blood and gunpowder but it was kinda comforting.
I stepped back reluctantly. I really had to go. "Bye, Dean." I said softly.
"Till next time, sweetheart."
When I got home, Sam engulfed me in a bear hug.