I know I'm a bit early, but I got my second review for the story this morning and it made me so excited! I'm betting you guys don't mind the fast update, either.
Anyway, chapter 4, back to Jess! Same stuff as last chapter, except this one is where it separates from canon a bit. Enjoy!
Sam was pinned to the wall, eyes wide with horror. Jess could feel her feet leave the ground as she moved up the wall and towards the ceiling. Sam let out a strangled sound, half her name and half a sob, and Jess realized with a cool certainty that she was going to die.
And then Dean was there, and the not-Brady shrieked. There was black smoke everywhere and suddenly she was falling. She didn't even have time to be afraid before Sam's warm, strong arms caught her. He cradled her gently as he crashed to the floor, his legs buckling beneath him. He was shaking as he buried his face in her shoulder, but it wasn't until she felt a warm wetness soak through her shirt that she realized he was crying. Her brave, tough, big-hearted Sam was sobbing like his world had fallen apart. Jess' heart broke. She reached up her free hand and gently stroked his hair.
She had tons of questions, and she was pretty sure she was in a mild state of shock, but right now Sam came first. She was pretty sure Dean had had the same thought, as he had started forward the moment Sam's distress had become audible, but he seemed to realize Jess was handling it. He turned instead to Brady's body, still lying where it had fallen, and began to wrap it in a sheet. By the time he was dragging it outside, Jess had decided she simply didn't want to know what he was doing.
Eventually Sam quieted, though he stayed pressed against her shoulder until he got his breathing under control. When he finally looked up, it was directly into her eyes. He must have seen something there, because he leaned forward and kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss. She gave back as good as she got. When he broke the kiss, his hands gripped her shoulders.
"Are you alright?"
Jess nodded, still too deep in shock to attempt to speak intelligibly.
"I know you have questions, and I'll do my best to answer them. But for right now, Jess, I'm so so sorry."
He looked like he might cry again, and that gave Jess the strength to respond. She lifted her hand to press her fingers against his lips. "Shh, Sam. Whatever happened, we will work it out."
He kissed her fingertips gently. A throat clearing in the doorway alerted both of them to the fact that Dean was back. Sam instantly stood and moved to his brother, his arms encircling Dean's neck as he crushed the shorter man to him.
"Thank you Dean." He breathed.
Dean looked startled for a moment before his own arms came up to grip his younger brother's form. "You're welcome, Sammy."
So Jess lives! Yay! I have at least one more chapter written and then I need to take a bit of a break as school has started and such. Thanks everybody for reading! Please review so I can hear what you think and how I can improve!
