Ten days after
"Crap, fuck, shit, damn it!" Dean shouted while pacing the living room.
"Dean calm the fuck down, swearing does not help a bit," Bobby said loudly. Dean ignored it.
"What the hell do we do, huh? We can't just sit back while John, the creepy bastard, is with Sam's girlfriend?" He turned to Sam, somewhat hurt that he didn't know about it, but guilty as well. He barely knew what Sam had been through, how he felt. "You have a girlfriend?"
"M'not a prude Dean," Sam said with difficulty. Everything is his mouth is so dry and sticky at once.
"I'm gonna kill John," Bobby suddenly growled, emphasizing the 'kill' part and standing up. "I knew he was a jerk but holy shit."
Sam still stood by the sink, completely still in shock and horror. Jess.
"Is he coming here?" He asked after a moment. Dean looked straight into Sam's big fearful eyes, fearful being an understatement. He hated, resented, seeing his little brother so terrified of his own, their own, father. A father, Dean had thought, that would never do anything so horrible. Looking back, he realized that his dad, who now seemed like a stranger, like the enemy, would have, but Dean never wanted to believe it. A soft spot. He knew too much about those.
Dean blinked but continued staring into the glassy eyes of his sibling.
"Yes, and we're going to kick his ass." He stated.
Sam took a deep breath.
It was too much to handle.
SPN-SPN-SPN
"Hello Mrs. Moore," Ines said nervously. "It's Ines again, I was together with Jess earlier today and told her I'll call her tonight. Is she there?"
"Sorry sweetie, she's still not come home… She should have been home half an hour ago actually, I've been sort of worried," Jessica's mum cleared her throat. "She'll probably be home soon, I'll call you back if I hear anything."
"Yes, thank you, goodbye," Ines said.
"Take care."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ines put the phone back.
Where the hell is Jess?
Eleven days after
"How can you still be drunk?" Jessica asked John who merely scratched his beard. The last time Jessica saw him take a drink was ages ago, luckily. She knew the dangers of drinking and driving.
"Dean stole my car." He grunted. Jessica rolled her eyes. "Let me ask you a question," he continued.
Do I have a choice? Jessica thought, but held it back as she was afraid of what the man might do. She felt so so sorry for Sam for having a drunk as a father. She wanted to go home. She wondered what her parents were doing at this moment, as she hadn't come back home last night. Ines was going to call her last night, she remembered. She wondered how that went.
"What on earth do you see in my useless son?" Jess' eyes filled with tears for the sixth time just that morning. Yes, she had kept count. She took a breath.
She engine of the stolen car was loud enough to drain her small sob.
"He's nice, useful, smart, funny, good taste in music."
John's laugh made Jessica's blood curl.
"Do you even know the first thing about him?" He boomed while the car kept drifting off to the sides. Jessica took her something breath, she hadn't kept count of them as there were that many.
"Please let me go home," she said with a whimper.
Jessica's stomach grumbled which John noticed.
"Here," he said, tossing Jessica a sandwich.
"I'm not taking anything from you," Jess said disgustedly.
"Fine."
"Asshole," Jessica mumbled before a large arm swung towards her head.
SPN-SPN-SPN
When Jessica woke up, her head throbbed like it never had before.
"I'm doing my best to protect my son from the demon."
Demon? Jessica thought. Oh my god, he's referring to Sam.
Jessica bit back all of her insults.
She would kill for some water.
She tried to recall why she's in a car with the bastard, although it's a blurry memory.
"Hey Jess," John said, walking over to her again after the phone call. Jessica turned her head in acknowledgement, immediately regretting it as she looked pitifully at the drunken man.
"The bus is coming soon," Jessica blurted the first thing that came on her mind. John huffed, his breath reeking of booze.
"I know, but I know a faster way,"
'Good for you,' Jessica thought. Her eyes followed the drunken man. He was walking, well waddling, over to the only car on the street. Jessica wondered what idiot would have parked there.
"You're drunk!" Jessica calls.
'Damn it, why is this town so little. The next house is so far away!'
The door of the blue car is open and the engine on. John stumbles towards Jess.
The bus is so freaking close.
"Jess, come," John calls.
"No, I'm fine here thank you!"
"A polite one, you are," he says. He stood next to Jess. His stench became stronger as ever to Jessica, who was standing half a meter away from him.
John grabbed her arm.
Jessica screamed a muffled scream as John's hand was already over her mouth.
Jess kicked, but John's grip was tight.
John grabbed her waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder.
"ANYONE, HELP!" Jessica screamed again muffled. No one came.
John's grip tightened.
Jessica knew this was going to bruise.
John thought about knocking her out.
Jessica was beginning to understand Sam's painful expression at school, but hoped she was wrong.
John practically threw her into the car and slammed the door.
Jessica was starting to know why Sam was being to secretive.
John slipped in the seat beside her.
Jessica struggled.
John locked the doors and began the drunken driving. Jessica was to petrified to do anything.
Thirteen days after - 2 am
Sam's awake and John knew it.
"SAM!" John hissed from outside the younger's window. Sam gulped. "Sam, come down."
It's an order.
Sam walked over to the window.
"And why on earth would I do that?" Sam asked.
"Because I told you. You never do what I say-"
"And why should I start now?"
"I. Am. Your. Father."
"You sure as hell don't act like one."
John got red.
"Come on boy, I have leverage," John snarled.
Sam took a breath.
"Don't wake anyone." John added.
Sam nodded.
WhyamIdoingthis?WhyamIdoingthis?WhyamIdoingthis?WhyamIdoingthis?WhyamIdoingthis?WhyamIdoingthis?WhyamIdoingthis? The words repeated themselves over and over as Sam walked down the stairs from the bedroom.
Oh right, I remember. I'm a coward. I don't deserve Bobby or Dean looking after me. God knows what the bastard would do to Jess if I don't come. It's all my fault, everything. No matter who tries to convince me otherwise. I- Fuck me, that's what. Jess doesn't deserve this. I shouldn't have talked to her. I deserve this. I don't deserve to live. I wish Dean hadn't come back to that motel room. I wish I grew up in a normal family so I could have avoided this mess, but I'd probably fuck that up as well. I'm not clean. John said so, he didn't say why though. Just hit me. Over and over and over... I wish I had a blade. A nice, shiny, sharp blade that would tickle my skin nicely. I don't want to do this. I want to run away. Why am I still walking. Why am I at the door. Shit, I'm opening it. John is right there.
"Where?" Sam asked when he was outside.
John gestured towards his car.
"Come with me and I'll show you to her. She will be the last thing you see."
Sam oddly didn't feel afraid. He walked steadily over to the man with a knife sticking out of his pocket, and the alcoholic odour that Sam could smell from a distance.
As Sam walked, his thoughts raced. The worst part was that Sam knew that he wasn't going to see Jess, he even doubted that she was here and if John was bluffing. He wanted to come, he wanted to get beat up. He deserved it. He hated that he thought like this, that he was so selfish to Bobby, to Dean. He actually smiles. No tears, just a small curl rising up at the corner of his mouth. After all this, he smiles.
A/N: Yay, my writing flow came back! Hope you enjoyed it and leave a review. ;)
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