A/n: Alright, the move is done! However I will be unpacking for forever. Also, I star work tomorrow. With that being said, I'm still planing on keeping this every Wednesday but if I catch up to myself with my chapters I've written, I may have to give me a little more time to write. As always, I'll keep you posted.

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Chapter 19

Over the next few days after the meet up with Robert, the boys had had to move on to another motel, this one cheaper and dingier and the price for two rooms split between them. Dean had suggested sharing one room to cut the cost, but Sam had insisted he have his own. Since the day they talked with the hunter, the twenty-two year old had taken to staying locked up and alone. Seeing his sibling less and less only made Dean more and more uneasy.

On the last night they had booked at the new motel, the older Winchester found himself knocking on his brother's door. He had already called a handful of times to try and reach him and by the seventh attempt, he had had it.

Finally he heard the door click open and a mess of brown hair and a pair of half open hazel eyes greeted him.

"What?" He sighed.

"What the hell do you mean 'what?!' Dude I've been calling you all day! What the fuck are you-" the elder sibling stopped as his eyes spotted something in his brother's hand. "That had better be some water in a fancy bottle you're holding," he warned in a low tone.

"Dean, relax. I'm fine."

"Oh no no no." He pushed his way in causing Sam to stumble slightly from the impact of the door nudging into him as Dean entered. He closed the door behind him. "Is this what you've been doing? Huh? Locked up and getting drunk?!"

"It's not-look, yes I'm having a drink but it's not what you think, ok? I'm not holed up in here drinking myself stupid," the younger brother countered.

"Then what is this?"

"I'm just trying to numb this headache. Which you aren't helping."

"A headache?" Dean lowered his voice. "Again?"

Sam nodded.

"So take the Excedrine I got you."

"I have been. It doesn't matter. Nothing helps." The brothers fell silent.

"And Jess?" The elder sibling was the first to speak again. "You seen her anymore since fake FBI guy?" Sam turned and walked further into his room, rolling his eyes as he went. Dean followed. "Look, I know you've already made up your mind, and I'm not trying to start anything here...but Sammy, you've gotta let her go man. That guy said that things can get bad if she stays. I don't want that for her, and I certainly don't want that for you. You both deserve to move on. And I don't think you should be alone right now. I believe you about your head, but I know that it's not the only reason."

"Seriously? You're going to lecture me about this? You don't even believe the guy, Dean. And I told you, stop calling me Sammy. It's Sam," the younger man seethed. "You know...if you really cared about me, you'd have my back on this. I NEED her, Dean. She's not hurting anyone by being here. She'd never hurt anyone. You and that hunter, you don't know her. But I do."

"She's not your wife anymore Sam! She's not the same person you married, hell, she's not even a person anymore!"

"You know what? I've had it. I'm done. Tomorrow when you check out, don't bother to come and get me." Sam's voice was dangerous and low.

"That's not happening."

"Yes, it is. I don't know if you're feeling guilty for how you treated me in the past or what's going on, but just stop."

"I'm so sick of you constantly bringing that shit up. The past is the past. I can't fix it, I know that. But like it or not, you're my little brother and that isn't ever going to change." Dean paused before adding, "and same goes for Dad. He was still your Dad, your family!"

Sam slammed the bottle he had been holding down on the nightstand. His jaw clenched and muscles in his shoulders tightened.

"Go," he hissed through his teeth. "Get out of my room and out of my life."

"Sam-"

"GO!"

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but instead closed it and headed out the motel room door.

Sam stood not moving from his spot until he heard the door shut and his brother's footsteps fade away. He waited a bit longer, than relaxed his shoulders and snatched up his cell phone. Before he could hit send, the lights began to flicker and Sam could see his breath. The young man looked eagerly around the room until his sight fell on the transparent figure of his wife.

"Hey baby," he breathed as he approached her, blinking tears from his eyes. "I know I say this every time I see you, but, I miss you so so much." Jessica gave him a sad smile. Slowly, Sam reached towards her face, but as it had every other time he tried, his hand went through her cheek and he was left with a chill sending goosebumps up his arm. "I've been thinking, if monsters are real and ghosts are real, then magic must be real. If that's the case, there has to be a way for me to bring you back. I'm going to find it, Jess. I promise."

A loud vibrating startled the young man at first but after recognizing the sound, he retrieved his cell he had replaced in his pocket when Jessica had appeared, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"He's alive!" Cheered an upbeat voice. "Hey there Big Boy what's shaking? You don't call, you don't write, how's a guy to know what's become of his best friend? Especially after the way I last saw you. Puking up your guts while big bro called the shots. And I'm not talking the fun kind of shots."

A low rumbling caught Sam's attention as he watched the bottle of Bourbon he had placed on the nightstand begin to rattle. He squinted at it.

"I'm actually glad you called. Look, it's kind of a long story, but I kinda need a place to crash and I'm trying to be good with what little money I have left...can I...uh...can I stay with you? I won't stay long I just...need a place-"

"Away from Dean?" Brady asked.

"It's complicated."

"I told you he was a douche. You never listen to me and I'm always right."

The rattling intensified.

"Don't call him that," Sam responded.

"Just calling it like it is."

The Bourbon bottle flew from its spot and flung into the wall, whirling past Sam before making contact and shattering into pieces. Liquor rained down the wall onto the carpet. The twenty-two year old stood staring in disbelief at the mess of broken glass and the puddle of Bourbon on the floor.

Sam turned around to face Jessica. Her lips were curled in a snarl and her once peaceful beautiful face was now full of wrath.

"Jess?" Sam whispered forgetting about his phone.

"Jess? What did you hit your head? It's Brady. Jessica's dead, remember?"

The lights began to surge, growing brighter and brighter then there was a symphony of pops, and the room fell into darkness. Sam found himself dropped on the floor with both hands protectively covering his head. His phone laying not far from him. With his chest still heaving from the unexpected scare, he slowly unshielded himself and looked back where Jessica was.

"Sam? Sam? Hello? What'd you drop the phone? Hello?!"

Sam reached out to grab his cell but was stopped when one of the motel chairs that at one point had been sitting at the table, was now hurtling itself in his direction.

He managed to get out of the way, but not before one of the legs scrapped across his face. It landed on the phone with a thud muffling Brady's words. Sam put a hand to his cheek and dabbed at it. He didn't need any light to know that what he felt was blood. He twisted himself to look over at Jessica, but his wife was gone.

A/n: Guest: Yep, it begins lol. Dean is caring, Sam still has some work to do when it comes to seeing more than bad water under the bridge. Did this chapter answer your question about Jess? Thank you so much for your review, interest, and patience. You're awesome!

SparksFlyAngel: Already off to a bad start, Meg and Dean. Yeah intense headaches do spell trouble for Sam. I'm glad you're enjoying this story so far, I hope you continue to. Thank you for your review, interest, and patience. Also thank you for the well wishes on the move. It's been crazy the last couple days but I'm relocated and now have a bunch of unpacking to do.