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It was a stupid thing to be fighting about really, but both parties fighting didn't think so at the time. Jess had come home from work to find the apartment a mess and Sam asleep in the bedroom.

"Sam." She sighed as she sat down on the bed and kicked off her high heels "Can you please pick up the house a little bit when you get home?" Sam not surprising, didn't answer.

"Sam." Jess repeated giving his side a poke. Sam still didn't do anything. After a few more minutes Jess just lost her temper. She had over slept and gotten to class late and then the class was held over by fifteen minutes and she missed the bus to get to work, so she had to wait a half hour for another bus putting her clocking into work a half hour after her shift started.

"Sam Winchester wake the fuck up!" Jess yelled bopping San's head with a pillow. Jess normally was not one to yell. She also normally was not one to swear. But right then she didn't care if she was yelling and swearing, she was angry.

"Hmm what." Sam groaned finally waking up and looking at his fuming girlfriend.

"Don't what me Sam." Jess snapped "Is it so hard to ask for you to pitch in with picking up the apartment?"

"I did." Sam said in confusion.

"No, you didn't. There are dishes in the sink left over from three days ago when you made that sink stew thing. Plus you have papers and books all over the house!"

"Like you're any better." Sam said as he got up and went out into the kitchen to run some water for doing the dishes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jess asked following him out, her sore feet forgotten.

"You come in late at night and kick your shoes off and then in the morning I trip over them and you don't put your clothing into the dirty laundry hamper." Sam explained. "You also don't do the dishes every day you know, and half the papers and books are yours." He turned around to look at his girlfriend.

Jess looked at him with cold eyes. Sam glared right back at her his shoulders rolled back. For the first time Jess saw the hunter in him. She backed up a little and Sam turned around and turned on the hot water while taking out dirty dishes to put some soap in.

"Sam?" Jess asked worriedly. Sam didn't answer. "What so now I'm getting the silent treatment?" She questioned. Sam started to put dishes back into the sink to wash them.

"Ok fine. I need a break. I'll be back later." Jess said and taking her purse and coat she left Sam alone. As soon as she left Sam dried his hands off on a towel and went into the bedroom and got out the letters. Flipping through them until he found the one he wanted, Open when you and your significant other get into a fight, he ripped it open harder then he should've and read.

Dear Sam,

So you and your girl or boy, again I'm not judging, got into a fight hmm? First I'm sorry. Fights suck. They really suck if you get into the middle of them, anyway.

My first suggestion is to calm down. If both of you are still in the apartment then go for a walk, run, go to the gym, firing range, or something just to clear your head. After you do that and you can think logically then go back home and talk it out like grownups. My next suggestion, if you still can't talk to them after you do all that, then go to bed angry and talk about it in the morning with a clear head. It wouldn't hurt to get up early and make them breakfast or something either.

Hope my advice works.

Your brother,

Dean.

Sam sighed. Well, Jess was gone and, as soon as she came back if he hadn't calmed down by then, he was planning on going and do something, but for now the dishes needed to be done and his papers needed to be picked up. Putting the letter away and grabbing a CD he went out into the living room put it into the stereo and cranked it up As soon as 'Dirty deeds done dirt cheap' came out of the speakers Sam made his way into the kitchen to tackle the three day old dishes.