Disclaimer: I do not own "Supernatural"
Summary: Sam's brother meets Jess's sister. :-)
"Sam. You're making me nervous. Chill," Jess whispered. They were standing outside the restaurant waiting for Dean – who swore he was right around the corner.
Jill stood with them; she was looking less and less pleased. "Jess, can we go in now?" she asked for the sixth time, pointedly ignoring Sam. "It's hot out here," she added, a moment later.
Jess sighed and exchanged a quick, amused look with Sam. "No. Dean's never been here before. He might miss it or something."
"He's late."
"He's coming from out of state."
"Yeah, whatever."
A smile tugged at Sam's lips. Jill always had this effect on him – it was either smile or strangle her.
"You'll like Dean," Jess assured her little sister, shooting Sam a grin this time.
"Yeah. If I don't melt before he gets here."
"Stop being a baby," Sam drawled.
She glared at him. "Call him again."
"He said he'd be here in a few minutes."
"It's been 10."
"Seven."
"I'm going inside."
"You are not," Jess hissed. "We're going inside together."
"I'm hot. I feel faint," she sighed dramatically. "I need water. I have to pee. I'll be back."
And with that slew of excuses she turned and maneuvered her way into the restaurant's entrance.
Sam and Jess watched her go.
"This is a bad idea," Sam stated for the hundredth time that day.
Jess rolled her eyes, "It is NOT. Stop saying that. You're putting out negative energy."
Sam sighed. "I liked the idea of having them meet at the wedding; that was a good idea. It's not too late. We can go back to that idea. I'll call Dean and tell him to just go to the apartment. He's probably tired anyway, he won't mind -"
"Sam, relax," Jess comforted. "What's the worst that could happen?" she murmured.
His eyes widened. "You did not just say that! Oh, God – do you realize that's like . . . like . . . tempting all the -"
She laughed, "Relax. Oh, there he is!" she cried, pointing to the Impala as it rounded the corner. Jess shot him a big grin. "Too late now. Guess the dinner's gotta happen!"
Sam sighed as he lifted his hand to wave at Dean. "You'll think back on this moment in a few hours and wish you'd listened to me. You'll see . . . this is a disaster waiting to happen."
"You're giving Jilly a run for her money in the drama department, Sam."
He sighed and watched as Dean stuck his hand out of the window and waved back. "I just know Dean. And I know Jill and I know . . . that Dean and Jill is bad news."
Jess huffed. "Well, I know Jilly and Dean too. And I think that after some initial . . . friction, they're going to get along just fine."
"Yeah, but the question is are we gonna survive the friction period?"
She jabbed him in the ribs, "Stop with the negativity!"
"Ow! Okay, jeez. Stop with the violence already!" he griped, then reached down and pulled her into his arms. Jess turned around in his hold and looked up at him.
"I want them to like each other," she stated earnestly.
Sam sighed; she was blinking those big blue eyes at him. "I know. But we shouldn't force it, okay. If they don't like each other then let's leave it at that?"
She batted the lashes at him. "But Dean's going to be nice isn't he?"
Sam arched an eyebrow. "I don't think it's Dean's niceness we need to worry about," he countered.
She stood on tip-toes and pressed her lips against his. "Jilly can be nice," she murmured. Sam felt himself forgetting the point of this conversation.
"Uh, yeah – sure," he muttered as his hold on her tightened.
"Well hell – do I get a blonde to make-out with?"
Sam and Jess sighed in unison, holding their position for one more moment, before Jess spun around in Sam's hold.
"Hi, Dean," she said, pulling away from Sam and smiling widely at her soon-to-be-brother-in-law.
"If you didn't bring enough for the class, Sammy . . ." Dean added, letting the sentence hang and shooting his little brother a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Sam," he corrected and took a step towards his brother.
Dean immediately took a step back, his gaze wary.
Sam chuckled. Jess giggled, shot Sam an amused look, and then launched herself at Dean, squeezing him hard.
"Aw, man!" Dean held himself perfectly still. An instant later – "Is it over yet?" he asked.
Jess laughed again and stepped back. "So did you get the bad guy?" she asked him.
Dean stared at her a moment. He knew what she thought he did, but actually seeing her believe it was startling. "Uh . . . yeah . . . I did," he answered.
She nodded, "Okay. Good. I hope you're hungry."
"I'm always hungry."
"That's true," Sam chimed in.
"Let's go then!" she cried and led the way.
Sam and Dean fell into step behind her.
"You okay?"
"Just dandy."
"Don't hit on her."
"But -"
"Don't."
"You take the fun out of everything."
Three minutes later Sam was reminded of why he had to be amused by Jill – because he really would strangle her if he wasn't.
She'd had herself seated – at a table for three.
"I wasn't sure if he was going to show up or not," she murmured when Jess called her on it. They were following a waiter who was moving them to a booth.
A moment later they were taking their seats and Jess's eyes flashed angrily towards her younger sister. For a moment Jill looked chastised – it happened rarely, so Sam made sure to take a mental picture. "That wasn't your call to make," Jess informed her, still frowning.
Jill's chin lifted and the chastised look vanished. "Why deprive others of a table for four when you're not sure your fourth will show?"
Sam smirked a little as he slid in next to Dean; the girls sat across from them.
"And stand-up beauties like the two of you?" Dean murmured, smiling. "Never."
And then it happened – they shifted to look at each other.
Jill arched an eyebrow. "Jee. I'm charmed," she deadpanned, but that didn't deter Dean.
"You know, Sammy here has a thing for blondes . . . but I've always preferred the darker-haired ladies, myself."
"That's fascinating."
"That's me, baby-doll; fascinating."
Jill shifted to look at Jess, "Is he for real? Seriously?"
"Dean," Sam hissed, kicking him under the table.
"Ow! What?" he asked, looking at Sam.
Sam glared at him, "Stop it."
"Stop what? I am fascinating. A lot of women have told me so."
Jill groaned, "Oh, god. Seriously?"
Dean nodded, "Yea, baby, seriously."
Jill's blue eyes flashed. "I know it must be hard when you only have three brain cells and all, but try to hear what I'm saying: Don't. Call. Me. That."
"Jill!"
Dean's eyes widened in mock horror. "Whoa!" he glanced at Jess. "No offense, but you're sister's a real bit -"
"Dean!"
The table was silent after that.
Sam shot Jess an I-told-you-so stare and she sent him a glare so hot it burned.
"Okay. Both of you stop talking," she stated, just as a waiter came by and asked if they'd like anything to drink.
No one had looked at menus. There was an awkward moment of silence before they all asked for a variety of drinks and more time to decide on food.
The waiter took the orders and left.
Then there was more silence. The silence extended as they all studied menus. Jess looked at Sam, then Jill. Sam looked at Dean, then Jess. Dean looked at Jess, then Sam. Jill looked at Jess, then Sam. No one actually made eye contact.
A moment later the waiter came back with their drinks and Jess ordered a platter of appetizers and asked for yet more time to look at the menu.
When the waiter left Jess released a long sigh. "Okay," she murmured, drawing the word out and looking around the table. "So." She fastened her gaze on Dean. "Jilly isn't usually that bitchy, " she said, then looked over at Jill. "And Dean's not usually that sleazy. So how 'bout we start over."
Sam couldn't stop a rush of laughter at the looks she received.
"I don't know, Jessy . . . you can't just whip out of thin air that level of -"
Sam swallowed his laughter. "Dean!" he reprimanded.
"What? I bet she's had plenty of practice being a bitc -"
"Way more than you've had actually getting any -"
"Jill!"
"I've never had complaints, baby."
Jill's hand shot out towards her glass of ice tea and Jess's hand shot out towards Jill's wrist, grasping it just as the younger girl bumped the glass in Dean's direction.
Sam reached out quickly and steadied the glass.
He shot Dean a murderous look. "Cut it out."
"What is wrong with you two?" Jess hissed after shooting Jill her own murderous glare.
Jill pulled her wrist free, "I told him not to call me tha -"
"You're behaving like a child," Jess cut in.
Dean snorted and swallowed the laugh when Jess fastened furious eyes on him; "So are you," she added.
Jill huffed suddenly and leaned back against the booth. "He's wearing leather. You didn't tell me he wore leather." Her gaze was directed at Sam, her tone accusing.
Sam shrugged and glanced at Jess for help. "I – didn't think – it mattered," he said slowly.
"A cow died so he could look that unfashionable. Do you think that's fair?" Jill hissed.
"Yeah, well nobody told me were a brat," Dean drawled. "So we're even."
"I'm not -"
"Looks that way from here. How old are you anyway? Fifteen?"
Jill straightened, her eyes narrowed. "Twenty," she spat at him.
"Twenty?" Dean stated, like he'd never heard the number before. Then he looked at Jess, a smile starting on his face, "She's your little sister."
Jess nodded, frowning a little, "Yeah." She shot Sam a confused look.
Dean shifted to glance at his brother, "You didn't tell me that."
Sam sighed. "I – didn't think – it mattered," he said for the second time that night.
Dean eyed Jill for a moment. "I would have bought you a Barbie doll or something."
"Dean!"
Jill's gaze burned, "Screw you!"
"Jill!"
The table was silent for several seconds and then Dean laughed; a full-throated, utterly amused laugh.
A moment later a smile tugged at Jill's lips and then she was laughing too. "God, but you're annoying," she muttered.
Dean nodded. "Oh yeah, baby." He lifted his beer and tipped it in her direction, "Nice to meet you."
Jill rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling as she picked up her menu.
Jess and Sam stared at each other in confusion for a moment, before Sam shrugged and picked up his own menu. Whatever – as long as there was no bloodshed, he was happy.
"Wait," Jess murmured. "What just -"
Jill tilted her head towards her sister, "What?"
"What just happened?"
Jill shrugged, shooting Dean a look. "What d'you mean?"
"You just -" She looked at Dean. "You too. You both just did a 180."
"Nuh-uh, he's still wearing a cow."
"I'm gonna eat one, too."
Jill rolled her eyes, "He's annoying."
"She's a brat."
Jess blinked, "Okay . . . but you're . . ."
"Just let it be, honey," Sam murmured. "As long at they don't maim each other I'm happy," he stated. "Do you think the Chicken Pesto is any good?" he asked in general.
"Oh for God's sake, could you eat like a man and not a quasi-new-age-imitation of one?"
"Chicken is not new-age, Dean."
"Have a steak."
Jill gasped, "Oh gross."
Dean's eyebrows shot up as his gaze landed on Jill. "Tell me you're not one of those freaky vegetarian people."
"Tell me you're not one of those prejudiced omnivore people."
Sam laughed. "Dean's more of carnivore actually."
Jess laughed at that too, "Yeah. If it's green, it's not going in his mouth, right, Dean?"
"Hell, yeah. Food's got no business being friggin' green."
"Green vegetables have many nutrients that are -"
"Jilly's a biology major," Jess informed Dean, cutting her sister off.
"Oh God, kill me now," Dean muttered.
"Speaking of killing things – I hear that's your line of work."
Sam and Dean went absolutely still.
Jess rolled her eyes, "He doesn't kill people, Jill. Jeez. I told you -"
"Isn't the slogan Dead or Alive?" her little sister asked, interrupting Jess. "I've seen TV. Bounty hunters get their money if the quarry is dead or alive as long as they bring it in . . . and his penchant for leather already tells us he likes to kill things."
Dean blinked at her, then shifted to look at Sam. "Seriously? Did she seriously just say quarry?"
Sam tried to hold back his smile, but knew the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. "So you said no about the Pesto?"
Dean looked back to Jill, "Listen, kid -"
"JILL," she snapped.
"There's this little issue of prison-time if I bring in the, uh, quarry, dead. The law wouldn't like it if I went around killing people."
"You murdered that cow."
"I did not murder this cow. This cow was murdered before I got the jacket."
The waiter came back with the appetizers then and he asked for their orders.
Sam ordered the chicken pesto, Jess ordered a pasta dish, and Dean ordered a steak. The waiter waited patiently while Jill studied the menu one more time.
"Uh . . . I'll have the monster burger, extra fries, okay?"
The waiter nodded, asked if they needed anything more to drink and then left.
Dean gaped at Jill, "Jeez, kid. What the hell kinda vegetarian are you?"
"Vegetarian?" Jill repeated, like she'd never heard the word. She looked to Jess, then Sam, "Did I say I was a vegetarian? I don't think so."
Dean frowned at her, "But -"
Jess sighed and reached for her martini.
"Oooh, taste!" Jill squealed and scooted closer to her sister to take a sip from Jess's glass.
Dean stared at her.
Sam chuckled and patted Dean on the shoulder. "Don't worry. You'll get used to her," he comforted, his tone amused.
Dean's gaze remained fastened on the younger girl across the table. "Christ, but you're a BRAT," he sputtered a moment later, still eyeing Jill.
She looked up from where she'd been talking with Jess and grinned at him, wide and smug. "Oh yeah, baby," she murmured, then winked at him. "Nice to meet you."