*Jessica's POV*
We had only waken up around 4pm, considering we only got to bed around 7am, that wasn't too weird.
I looked next to me and saw that Dean was already gone. I swung my legs out of the bed, sitting on the bed just a bit longer. My head was throbbing and this time, it had definitely nothing to do with alcohol or drugs.
I stood up to look at my lip in the mirror. My lip didn't look to bad actually. It had a little red cut, but it wasn't too swollen or anything so that was a good thing.
Although, when I touched it with my finger, it hurt more than I had expected.
"Hmm, no kissing then." I mumbled to myself in the mirror, while I got a comb through my hair.
I went downstairs, still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I was in desperate need of a painkiller.
When I got downstairs, Dean was already at work. A couple of his friends were at the table and it looked like they were trying to go through all the places they could go tonight.
I was only wearing Dean's T-shirt over my underwear, but I didn't care. This was my house and if they didn't like it they could just leave!
If you hadn't guessed it, I'm not really a morning person.
"Morning," I murmured as I walked into the kitchen.
"Hi babe. Slept well?" Dean was the only one to speak.
"Yeah. I like it more when you are still there when I wake up though." I said as I leaned it to give him a kiss.
As his lips touched mine, I flinched a little. What happened to my 'no kissing'?
"Sorry about that."
I wasn't really sure if he meant he was sorry for not being there when I woke up or if he was sorry because of my lip. Didn't really matter though.
Opening the cupboard to reach for a glass, I found that the only glasses left where those on the top shelf. I actually had to stand on my toes to reach it.
Before I could even get it, Dean was behind me, handing me the glass. As he turned back to the table I saw his friends staring at us and I realized why Dean had come to help me with that glass.
He was cute when he was jealous.
When I got back from the shower a little later, Dean had already left. He left a little note on the table though.
Hey honey,
we already left to business. Trying to do as many places as possible.
Please do me a favour and stay inside?
I don't want you to run into him under any circumstances!
I'll be back as soon as possible.
I love you.
Dean
Great, a whole evening all by myself.
I couldn't call any of my friends, as I didn't really have any, and there was probably nothing decent on the TV. Movie night it is then.
When I had been watching TV for about 2 hours, I could feel my hands starting shaking and my hands started to get a little sweaty.
"Sh.t." I cursed under my breath. This was something I got used to already. It always happened when I didn't get anything all day. My body needed it and my mind needed it even more.
I started rummaging through all the cupboards, hoping Dean had left something. Of course he hadn't. Couldn't blame him either.
But I had to do something! I was going to walk up the walls if I didn't!
For a minute I thought about going out, looking for something, but then I reminded his note and decided against that.
"Plan B."
I got to the bar in our living room, pulling all different kinds of alcohol out before settling back on the couch. This was not going to have the same effect the drugs had, but it was better than nothing and it would stop me from freaking out.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing a knew, was someone whispering my name, while running his hand through my hair. I slowly opened my eyes to find Dean sitting in front of me.
"Hmm, you're back."
"Yeah, I'm back. Honey, did you drink all of this?" He asked, pointing towards the 3 empty bottles of liquor on the table.
"I think so." I groaned a bit.
Before I could move any more, Dean lifted me up in his arms, carrying me upstairs.
"In that case, you should get to bed."