A/N: I'm sorry. . .I'm an awful person. . . I shouldn't have left for so long. . . blah. . .blah. . .blah. I would promise not to do that again but I know I won't keep it. I have a veeeeery short attention span. GOODNEWS. I made a kinda prequel of Sam meets Jess or Jess meets Sam or whatever. Check it out if you want to. Doesn't add anything to this fic I just wanted to write it. Also, if anyone can think of a better title to this then I'll write you a one shot of your choosing. NO SMUT. Thanks guys . Y'all amazing.
Sam clutched me tight, his hand tangled in my hair. I could feel his heart beating rapidly. He took a deep breath as though he was trying to inhale me. "Don't ever do that again." I frowned, face buried in his shoulder, it almost sounded like Sam was crying. Which was impossible because Sam didn't cry. Ever. I kept my silence though. I didn't like to make promises I couldn't keep. And I know if Dean called me, I would go. "I thought something had happened to you."
I pulled away slightly so I could speak without a mouthful of shirt. "Like what?" Don't get me wrong, I was happy my boyfriend was concerned about me and all but wasn't it more likely I'd just left or something. Seriously, what could realistically happen to me that would make him so scared.
He let go of me which, while was good for breathing, made me kinda sad. "You could have got raped or something?" The fact he asked it as a question implied to me that he didn't think it was very likely either.
I rolled my eyes. Then a thought struck me. "Please tell me you did not call the cops?" I wouldn't usually worry because Sam… Sam doesn't trust the cops. But the way he was totally overreacting gave me pause.
Sam looked at me like I was an idiot. "Oh God no. Those jackasses couldn't find their car if it was parked across the street."
I frowned. "One day you're going to have to tell me what you have against cops. They aren't that bad." I decided not to remind him that my brother was a cop.
I knew I had made a mistake as soon as the words left my lips. Sam's face swiftly made the transition from relieved to closed off. In a cold voice, devoid of emotion, he informed me "I just don't like them." And with that he turned away from me and began to walk towards the kitchen.
I grabbed his arm. "Sam – wait. Just- Just stop." I pleaded. I caught a glimpse of my Sam behind the shadow that had taken hold of him. "I'm sorry, OK?" I didn't know why I was apologising. I hadn't done anything wrong. But I was tired. I just wanted to be with my boyfriend. And at that moment, it meant more to me than my pride
Almost instantly his face relaxed. "No, it's OK, Jess. I shouldn't-" He ran a hand through his hair suddenly looking much more tired and old than he had before. "I shouldn't have reacted like that. I've-" He hesitated, looking unsure of himself. "Let's just say I haven't had the best of experiences with the police." He finished lamely.
I opened my mouth. Automatically ready to argue. To convince him he could trust me when I stopped. I didn't want to argue. Instead I offered him acceptance. "OK."
He looked confused. "OK?" Sam looked at me as if to say who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend.
I raised my own eyebrows. "Got a problem?"
Sam shook his head. "Nope." Then he looked at me as though he was appraising me. "Do you want a drink?" He asked out of nowhere.
I mentally shrugged. Whatever. "Sure." While he went into the kitchen to make me a coffee I took off my shoes and checked my cell. Nothing from Dean.
Sam soon returned with a coffee, which seemed oddly watery. (A/N: Yes, Sam did put holy water in it) We settled down on the couch together and watched a soap. After a few moments of comfortable silence Sam broke it. "How was your Aunt?"
"Hmmmmm?" I responded distractedly before my mind registered the question. "Oh. Right. Yeah." I search my mind frantically for something to say. "She's going to be OK." I nod my head seriously.
His eyes flick up towards my face before being hidden by his bangs. "You, er, said she fell out a tree?" He tried to keep the amusement out his voice. He failed.
I tried to glare at him. I failed. I couldn't blame him. I would've found it funny if my aunt fell out a tree. "Yep." I nodded my head again because of a lack of something else to do.
I saw his attempt to contain his laughter contort his face. "So, Jess. What was your Aunt doing in a tree?"
I almost sighed in relief. He could ask me whatever he wants as long as he doesn't remember my closest Aunt is a 3 hour drive away. I said the first thing I think of. "She was following her cat."
This time Sam is the one who nods sceptically. "Her cat?"
"He's called Woof." I bluredt out before I realise cats don't woof. Well done, Jess.
Sam looked at me incredulously. "Woof?" He said dubiously. "Seriously?"
I shrugged with feigned nonchalance. "She has a weird sense of humour."
Then, amazingly, miraculously, his cell rang. He glanced at the caller ID then walked outside to take the call. As he was doing so I whipped out my own cell to text Dean. I couldn't risk a call.
You OK?
TBC…