So I've learned I suck at writing long stories. *Sigh*. That first chapter looks so short now that it's published. Anyway. Here is the next installment in my little fic. It has a bit more dialogue and action and stuff, though I lied about the Winchester part, it just didn't fit in this chapter. I decided I'm going to switch between POV's, so next chapter we will get to see what Sam is doing.

Same stuff as last chapter, it's still not mine, it's still PG, and it's still (mostly) canon-compliant. Enjoy!

In the end, Jess decided on cookies. She had thought about a thick chocolate cake, but she couldn't find the powdered sugar for the frosting, so she had pulled out the chocolate chips instead. She was adding the wet ingredients to the dry mix when she heard the door.

"Coming!" She quickly scraped the last of the egg into the mixer and wiped her hands on a dishtowel. She hoped she didn't have flour on her face. The visitor knocked again, and Jess quickened her step. "I'm coming!"

She undid the lock and pulled the door open to reveal Sam's friend Brady. She was curious, but not surprised to see him at her door. She knew Sam had helped him through many a rough patch, and though her protective boyfriend usually tried to keep Brady distanced from her, he had been known to let the notorious partier sleep off his latest binge on their couch.

"Brady! Hi, um. Sam's not here right now, is there something you needed?"

Brady didn't look drunk, and she couldn't detect any signs of drugs. That part was unusual, as Brady never seemed to seek Sam out unless he was beyond wasted. This time however, his eyes seemed unusually clear, almost piercing. It made her a little nervous.

Brady peered past her shoulder into the apartment. "Sam's not here? Where is he?"

Jess narrowed her eyes. Something about the way he asked the question made her think he already knew the answer. A light chill ran up her spine. "He went out for a bit," she lied. "but he's due back any minute."

Brady looked at her, now. "Is that so?"

Jess nodded, growing more apprehensive by the second. "So you should probably go. I've gotta get back to my cookies…"

He stuck his foot in the door, and pushed her back into the living room. Her breathing sped up as she looked desperately for something to use to defend herself. Brady came closer, slowly, steadily. She felt her back hit the wall.

"Please." She tried desperately, even though she was fairly certain it wouldn't reach this thing that was not-Brady. "You're scaring me."

Not-Brady smiled, an evil baring of teeth that set off all of Jess' danger alarms. "Oh sweetheart," he crooned. "You haven't seen anything yet."