Bros Before Hoes
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ardensreginaTitle: Bros Before Hoes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Jessica, Sam, Dean. Sam/Jess.
Genre: drama, angst, horror
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: 2,870 words. One-shot. Complete.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural at all and no profit is being made from this story. Also, all dialog used herein was written by Eric Kripke, not me.
Author's Note: This is my first competely venture into fanfiction, although I've dabbled in a few uncompleted WIPs before this. Also, SPN is not my primary fandom, although I do watch it faithfully, so some of the back story I made up for Jessica may conflict with things Eric Kripke has said, I don't know.
Summary: Jessica's boyfriend had always been vague about his family, but an unexpected middle of the night visit from his brother brings all Jessica's questions to the forefront of her mind. Takes place during the Pilot.
Jessica Moore was your typical Stanford University student. Intelligent, driven, ambitious. And she was beautiful, a fact not lost on the male population of the school. So it was lucky that she had a big, strong boyfriend to protect her from the unwanted hordes of men. Well, not literal hordes, but every once in awhile a guy would suggest that maybe they should do a little more than just talk and the aforementioned boyfriend would swoop in. And then after an awkward pause and even more awkward apology, Jessica would be off no worse for wear and in the arms of her boyfriend.
And Sam Winchester was a good boyfriend. He took her out to dinner as often as his college student budget would allow, he bought her flowers on her birthday and when she got a good grade on an exam (and even when she got a bad grade) and he would listen to her problems and help her sort them out and he always put her above his guy friends, despite the occasional “Dude! Whatever happened to bros before hoes?”
Jessica told Sam her life story, not that there was much to tell. She had been born in southern California. She had two brothers, both older. Her parents were teachers, mom French, dad English. After college she would go to law school. Sam was working towards law school as well, but somehow he was never as forthcoming as she was about his past. All she really knew about his life before Stanford was that he had been born in Kansas, his mother had died when he was a baby and that Sam, his older brother and their father had moved around a lot ever since. There had apparently been some huge falling out before Sam left for college (Mr. Winchester hadn’t wanted him to go) so Sam never went home for the holidays and he never called his family and they never called him. Jessica sometimes wondered about Sam’s past and his refusal to talk about it and worried about what he could be hiding, but overall she just let him be.
But all that changed on Halloween of their senior year. Sam and Jessica had gone out drinking that evening. Sam hadn’t wanted to go; he said he hated Halloween. But Jessica had coerced him and after some shots done in costume (well, Jessica was in costume), they’d retired back to the apartment they shared and gone to bed.
Around two o’clock in the morning, Jessica was woken up by Sam getting out of bed. It was late and she was barely conscious but when she heard what sounded like a fist fight coming from the living room, she was immediately out of bed and rushing toward the noise.
By the time she got there, she could see Sam lying flat on his back with an unfamiliar (but not unattractive) man bending over him. “Easy tiger.” the stranger chided and Jessica could almost hear his smirk.
“Dean?!” that was Sam from the floor. He sounded just as surprised to be saying the name as Jessica was to be hearing it. Dean was The Brother, the guy who had stood by their father and let Sam leave and not come back. Dean Winchester was mythic as far as Jessica was concerned and she pulled back out of the doorway so the brother’s could have a proper reunion. As she did she heard Sam exclaim “you scared the crap out of me!”
“That’s because you’re out of practice.” That was Dean and Jessica heard more scuffling and then Dean was laughing and saying “or not. Get off of me.” Out of practice? she wondered. Yes, she had two brothers and they had roughhoused around but they had never actually practiced fighting. Jessica began to think that this might be a good opportunity to get answers to all the questions she’d always had about Sam’s family.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked. Jessica thought it was a fair question. After nearly four years and nothing, why was Dean Winchester sneaking into their house in the middle of the night all of a sudden?
“I was looking for a beer.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam was obviously not taking any of his brother’s jokes.
“Okay. Alright. We gotta talk.”
“Uh…the phone?”
“If I’d have called, would you have picked up?” Jessica seriously doubted that Sam would have. And as much as she wanted to stay in the shadows, she knew she’d feel bad about eavesdropping any longer in the morning. Besides, this seemed to be getting a little heated and she thought she’d better head off a fight before it got started.
She stepped into the room and flipped on the lights. “Sam?” she asked sounding groggy, although she actually felt wide awake. A little white lie every now and again never hurt anybody.
“Jess. Hey.” Sam looked from Jessica back and Dean, seeming apprehensive. “Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.”
The look that came over Dean’s face told Jessica the exact reason for the apprehension. Sam had mentioned that Dean was a bit of a womanizer. Trying to avoid as much awkwardness as she could, and answer a few questions of her own, Jessica interjected “wait? Your brother Dean?”
“I love the smurfs.” Dean wasn’t looking at her face, he was looking at the t-shirt she had worn to bed, where the smurfs barely covered her chest. Obviously he was not to be deterred. “You know, I gotta tell ya. You are completely out of my brother’s league.”
“Just, let me put something on.” He was making her feel uncomfortable. And not just because he was objectifying her. He was just such a stranger, but at the same time, he knew more about her boyfriend—the man Jessica was sure she’d marry—than she did.
“No no, no. I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously.” And he was kind of sleazy. “Hey, but I gotta borrow your boyfriend here for a minute and talk about some private family business, okay?” So he barges into her home in the middle of the night and now he demands a private meeting with her boyfriend? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Besides her probably future brother-in-law. She looked to Sam for support. Hoes before bros, after all.
“No.” And Sam didn’t disappoint and he came to put his arm around her. “No, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her.” See? Sam was a good boyfriend.
Dean didn’t seem bothered. “Okay,” he said “Um…Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”
Sam appeared nonplussed, although Jessica thought she could feel his body stiffen. “So he’s working overtime on a Miller time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”
But Dean didn’t look convinced of this. He tried again. “Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”
This time, Jessica was sure she felt Sam stiffen up. And looking at his face, it looked like a dark cloud had been pulled over his eyes. So she was less surprised then she would have been when he said “Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.”
The two brothers moved towards the door and left the apartment. Jessica stayed were she had been standing for a moment, weighing her options. She could stay inside like a good girlfriend and pass up her only opportunity to learn about Sam’s secret past. Or, she could resume eavesdropping and get the answers she’d always hoped for.
She followed them out the door.
By the time she got within earshot again she heard Sam say “I mean, come on, you can’t just break in, middle of the night and expect me to just hit the road with you!”
“You’re not hearing me, Sammy,” Sammy? “Dad’s missing. I need you to help me find him.”
“Remember the poltergeist in Amherst?” Poltergiest? What? “Or the devil’s gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.”
“Not this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?”
“I’m not.”
“Why not?” Hoes before bros, that’s why.
“I swore I was done hunting. For good.” Hunting again. What could possibly be so bad about hunting? And poltergiests and devil’s gates? What the hell was going on here?
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.”
“What was he supposed to do?”
“I was nine years old!” Now this was getting really ridiculous, and verging on child abuse. Jessica thought she might need to confront Sam about this later, even if it did give away her eavesdropping. He was probably still feeling the effects of growing up in an environment like that. And she hadn’t had any idea. But Sam was still talking. “He was supposed to say ‘don’t be afraid of the dark—‘”
“’Don’t be afraid of the dark?’ Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!” Jessica didn’t, though. What was out there? What the hell were they talking about?
“Yeah, I know. But still, the way we grew up after Mom was killed,” Killed? He never mentioned she’d been killed. Another not so small detail Jessica could add to the list of Things She Didn’t Know About Sam Winchester. “And Dad’s obsession with finding the thing that killed her. And we still haven’t found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.” This was quickly moving from child abuse to murder. Jessica had never been more confused than she was in that moment.
“Save a lot of people doing it too.” And had their father really screwed Dean up so much that he thought killing was a way of saving people? Thank God Sam had been strong enough to get out before it was too late.
The brothers went out the door and out into the street. Jessica decided not to follow them, she had more than enough to mull over and didn’t think she could handle more. She went back inside and sat in the kitchen, going over everything she’d heard in her head. So Sam’s family was completely insane. His mother had been killed and his father and brother went around thinking they were killing monsters looking for the “thing” responsible for Mrs. Winchester’s death. And Sam seemed to believe it all. Never once in the conversation had he tried to tell Dean there was no such thing as a poltergeist. In fact, he had been the one to bring poltergeists up in the first place. Was Sam crazy too, then?
A few minutes passed and Sam came back into the apartment and proceeded directly to the bedroom. A few minutes later, Jessica judged she’d waited long enough to go in and she what he was doing, although she felt like she was stepping on eggshells all over the place and treading in very dangerous territory. She came to the door just in time to see Sam take a huge, curved knife she’d never seen before out of his dresser and place it in the bag he was packing with a few night’s worth of clothes. How could he keep such a dangerous weapon in their home without telling her?
She paused, so as to pretend she hadn’t seen the knife, then stepped into the room. What to say? “Wait, you’re just taking off? Is this about your dad? Is everything alright?” In truth, from what she’d just heard, Jessica couldn’t say she cared about whether Sam’s dad was in danger, but it was a plea for him to finally open up to her.
“Yeah, you know, just a little family drama.” A little family drama? Was that really all he was going to say?
“But your brother said he’d been on some kind of a hunting trip?” Laying out the breadcrumbs.
“Oh, yeah. He’s just deer hunting up at the cabin and he’s probably got Jim, Jack and Jose along with him. We’re just gonna go bring him back.” So now he was lying outright to her.
“What about the interview?”
“I’ll make the interview. It’s only for a couple days.”
“Sam, I mean, please,” It was time to start pleading. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Jessica was desperate and, looking into his eyes, she could see that Sam was scared. Why couldn’t he just tell her the truth, just once?
“I’m fine.” Liar.
“It’s just,” she paused, not sure exactly sure how to put this, “you won’t even talk about your family and now you’re taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them? And with Monday coming up which is kind of a huge deal…” she drifted off.
“Hey, everything’s gonna be okay.” Jessica didn’t believe him. “I will be back in time. I promise.” And he kissed her. But she couldn’t kiss him back.
He was walking towards the door. Either she was going to get her answers now, or she never was. “At least tell me where you’re going!”
He didn’t answer her. And he was gone, off with his brother. “Bros before hoes” she thought wryly.
+ + +
Two days passed. Two days of Jessica worrying and wondering. She worried that either Sam had gone and gotten himself sucked back into his obviously insane family or that his obviously insane brother had somehow gotten Sam killed. And she wondered what exactly had happened to Mrs. Winchester. How had she really died? Had Mr. Winchester been crazy before or had that made him snap? How much of this poltergeist bullshit did Sam actually believe? She knew she’d have to confront Sam about all of this when he got home. Why hadn’t she been able to do the confronting before he left? She cursed her cowardice now; perhaps she would have been able to stop him from going off with Dean. Now all she could do was wait, because he wasn’t answering her phone calls.
Friends called to invite her out on Saturday night. She declined, opting to stay at home, baking cookies for Sam in the hopes of distracting herself from the Mystery of the Winchester Family, a family she hoped to one day marry into. She didn’t think she could do that until she had her answers.
On Sunday night, as Jessica was getting ready for bed, Sam still hadn’t returned. His interview was the next morning and Jessica was getting worried. Would his family really take precedence over his future, a future in which Jessica hoped she would play a big part? Would his family really ask him to skip the interview?
Jessica hadn’t slept the whole weekend and she couldn’t sleep now. Too many questions, not enough answers. As she lay there, trying to make her mind stop obsessing so she could get to sleep, the light in the bathroom flickered. Which was odd. Thankful for the distraction, she got up to investigate. There was nothing there. What had she expected? Maybe all this thinking about poltergeists and devil’s gates was making her imagination run wild.
Or maybe not. Because when she turned around she almost walked straight into a man standing directly behind her. Her mind raced. How had he gotten in? She hadn’t heard any footsteps. And she had locked the door, right? She’d have to call a locksmith in the morning, this was the second time in three days someone had broken into that apartment. And were his eyes…yellow? Weird.
Suddenly, Jessica found herself being moved towards her room, not of her own volition. The man with the yellow eyes must have been doing something. But what? This was impossible. She tried to scream but found her mouth wouldn’t open. She was trapped.
Now she was back in the bedroom, up against the wall. And now she was being moved up the wall. How was he doing this!? And now she had stopped, hanging on the ceiling directly above the bed. Terrified. And then she realized she was bleeding. Badly.
She heard Sam come in. “Jess? You home?” Thank God. But what if he couldn’t overpower this man? He would be in danger too! She tried to call out to him, to warn him, but again she failed. Sam had come into the bedroom now, clutching one of the cookies she’d made him, and was lying on the bed. Jessica watched as a few drops of her blood fell onto his forehead.
Sam opened his eyes and saw here there, on the ceiling. A look of horror appeared on his face. It was also a look of recognition, like he knew what was happening to her. “No!” he screamed.
And then, heat. A fire erupted all around Jessica, engulfing her. She saw Dean run in and begin to pull Sam out of the room but it was all obscured by the flames and the pain.
Jessica Moore’s last thought was that maybe there were such things as poltergeists and devil’s gates.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Jessica, Sam, Dean. Sam/Jess.
Genre: drama, angst, horror
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: 2,870 words. One-shot. Complete.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural at all and no profit is being made from this story. Also, all dialog used herein was written by Eric Kripke, not me.
Author's Note: This is my first competely venture into fanfiction, although I've dabbled in a few uncompleted WIPs before this. Also, SPN is not my primary fandom, although I do watch it faithfully, so some of the back story I made up for Jessica may conflict with things Eric Kripke has said, I don't know.
Summary: Jessica's boyfriend had always been vague about his family, but an unexpected middle of the night visit from his brother brings all Jessica's questions to the forefront of her mind. Takes place during the Pilot.
Jessica Moore was your typical Stanford University student. Intelligent, driven, ambitious. And she was beautiful, a fact not lost on the male population of the school. So it was lucky that she had a big, strong boyfriend to protect her from the unwanted hordes of men. Well, not literal hordes, but every once in awhile a guy would suggest that maybe they should do a little more than just talk and the aforementioned boyfriend would swoop in. And then after an awkward pause and even more awkward apology, Jessica would be off no worse for wear and in the arms of her boyfriend.
And Sam Winchester was a good boyfriend. He took her out to dinner as often as his college student budget would allow, he bought her flowers on her birthday and when she got a good grade on an exam (and even when she got a bad grade) and he would listen to her problems and help her sort them out and he always put her above his guy friends, despite the occasional “Dude! Whatever happened to bros before hoes?”
Jessica told Sam her life story, not that there was much to tell. She had been born in southern California. She had two brothers, both older. Her parents were teachers, mom French, dad English. After college she would go to law school. Sam was working towards law school as well, but somehow he was never as forthcoming as she was about his past. All she really knew about his life before Stanford was that he had been born in Kansas, his mother had died when he was a baby and that Sam, his older brother and their father had moved around a lot ever since. There had apparently been some huge falling out before Sam left for college (Mr. Winchester hadn’t wanted him to go) so Sam never went home for the holidays and he never called his family and they never called him. Jessica sometimes wondered about Sam’s past and his refusal to talk about it and worried about what he could be hiding, but overall she just let him be.
But all that changed on Halloween of their senior year. Sam and Jessica had gone out drinking that evening. Sam hadn’t wanted to go; he said he hated Halloween. But Jessica had coerced him and after some shots done in costume (well, Jessica was in costume), they’d retired back to the apartment they shared and gone to bed.
Around two o’clock in the morning, Jessica was woken up by Sam getting out of bed. It was late and she was barely conscious but when she heard what sounded like a fist fight coming from the living room, she was immediately out of bed and rushing toward the noise.
By the time she got there, she could see Sam lying flat on his back with an unfamiliar (but not unattractive) man bending over him. “Easy tiger.” the stranger chided and Jessica could almost hear his smirk.
“Dean?!” that was Sam from the floor. He sounded just as surprised to be saying the name as Jessica was to be hearing it. Dean was The Brother, the guy who had stood by their father and let Sam leave and not come back. Dean Winchester was mythic as far as Jessica was concerned and she pulled back out of the doorway so the brother’s could have a proper reunion. As she did she heard Sam exclaim “you scared the crap out of me!”
“That’s because you’re out of practice.” That was Dean and Jessica heard more scuffling and then Dean was laughing and saying “or not. Get off of me.” Out of practice? she wondered. Yes, she had two brothers and they had roughhoused around but they had never actually practiced fighting. Jessica began to think that this might be a good opportunity to get answers to all the questions she’d always had about Sam’s family.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked. Jessica thought it was a fair question. After nearly four years and nothing, why was Dean Winchester sneaking into their house in the middle of the night all of a sudden?
“I was looking for a beer.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam was obviously not taking any of his brother’s jokes.
“Okay. Alright. We gotta talk.”
“Uh…the phone?”
“If I’d have called, would you have picked up?” Jessica seriously doubted that Sam would have. And as much as she wanted to stay in the shadows, she knew she’d feel bad about eavesdropping any longer in the morning. Besides, this seemed to be getting a little heated and she thought she’d better head off a fight before it got started.
She stepped into the room and flipped on the lights. “Sam?” she asked sounding groggy, although she actually felt wide awake. A little white lie every now and again never hurt anybody.
“Jess. Hey.” Sam looked from Jessica back and Dean, seeming apprehensive. “Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.”
The look that came over Dean’s face told Jessica the exact reason for the apprehension. Sam had mentioned that Dean was a bit of a womanizer. Trying to avoid as much awkwardness as she could, and answer a few questions of her own, Jessica interjected “wait? Your brother Dean?”
“I love the smurfs.” Dean wasn’t looking at her face, he was looking at the t-shirt she had worn to bed, where the smurfs barely covered her chest. Obviously he was not to be deterred. “You know, I gotta tell ya. You are completely out of my brother’s league.”
“Just, let me put something on.” He was making her feel uncomfortable. And not just because he was objectifying her. He was just such a stranger, but at the same time, he knew more about her boyfriend—the man Jessica was sure she’d marry—than she did.
“No no, no. I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously.” And he was kind of sleazy. “Hey, but I gotta borrow your boyfriend here for a minute and talk about some private family business, okay?” So he barges into her home in the middle of the night and now he demands a private meeting with her boyfriend? Who the hell did this guy think he was? Besides her probably future brother-in-law. She looked to Sam for support. Hoes before bros, after all.
“No.” And Sam didn’t disappoint and he came to put his arm around her. “No, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her.” See? Sam was a good boyfriend.
Dean didn’t seem bothered. “Okay,” he said “Um…Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”
Sam appeared nonplussed, although Jessica thought she could feel his body stiffen. “So he’s working overtime on a Miller time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”
But Dean didn’t look convinced of this. He tried again. “Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”
This time, Jessica was sure she felt Sam stiffen up. And looking at his face, it looked like a dark cloud had been pulled over his eyes. So she was less surprised then she would have been when he said “Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.”
The two brothers moved towards the door and left the apartment. Jessica stayed were she had been standing for a moment, weighing her options. She could stay inside like a good girlfriend and pass up her only opportunity to learn about Sam’s secret past. Or, she could resume eavesdropping and get the answers she’d always hoped for.
She followed them out the door.
By the time she got within earshot again she heard Sam say “I mean, come on, you can’t just break in, middle of the night and expect me to just hit the road with you!”
“You’re not hearing me, Sammy,” Sammy? “Dad’s missing. I need you to help me find him.”
“Remember the poltergeist in Amherst?” Poltergiest? What? “Or the devil’s gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He’s always missing and he’s always fine.”
“Not this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?”
“I’m not.”
“Why not?” Hoes before bros, that’s why.
“I swore I was done hunting. For good.” Hunting again. What could possibly be so bad about hunting? And poltergiests and devil’s gates? What the hell was going on here?
“Oh, come on. It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t that bad.”
“Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45.”
“What was he supposed to do?”
“I was nine years old!” Now this was getting really ridiculous, and verging on child abuse. Jessica thought she might need to confront Sam about this later, even if it did give away her eavesdropping. He was probably still feeling the effects of growing up in an environment like that. And she hadn’t had any idea. But Sam was still talking. “He was supposed to say ‘don’t be afraid of the dark—‘”
“’Don’t be afraid of the dark?’ Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!” Jessica didn’t, though. What was out there? What the hell were they talking about?
“Yeah, I know. But still, the way we grew up after Mom was killed,” Killed? He never mentioned she’d been killed. Another not so small detail Jessica could add to the list of Things She Didn’t Know About Sam Winchester. “And Dad’s obsession with finding the thing that killed her. And we still haven’t found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.” This was quickly moving from child abuse to murder. Jessica had never been more confused than she was in that moment.
“Save a lot of people doing it too.” And had their father really screwed Dean up so much that he thought killing was a way of saving people? Thank God Sam had been strong enough to get out before it was too late.
The brothers went out the door and out into the street. Jessica decided not to follow them, she had more than enough to mull over and didn’t think she could handle more. She went back inside and sat in the kitchen, going over everything she’d heard in her head. So Sam’s family was completely insane. His mother had been killed and his father and brother went around thinking they were killing monsters looking for the “thing” responsible for Mrs. Winchester’s death. And Sam seemed to believe it all. Never once in the conversation had he tried to tell Dean there was no such thing as a poltergeist. In fact, he had been the one to bring poltergeists up in the first place. Was Sam crazy too, then?
A few minutes passed and Sam came back into the apartment and proceeded directly to the bedroom. A few minutes later, Jessica judged she’d waited long enough to go in and she what he was doing, although she felt like she was stepping on eggshells all over the place and treading in very dangerous territory. She came to the door just in time to see Sam take a huge, curved knife she’d never seen before out of his dresser and place it in the bag he was packing with a few night’s worth of clothes. How could he keep such a dangerous weapon in their home without telling her?
She paused, so as to pretend she hadn’t seen the knife, then stepped into the room. What to say? “Wait, you’re just taking off? Is this about your dad? Is everything alright?” In truth, from what she’d just heard, Jessica couldn’t say she cared about whether Sam’s dad was in danger, but it was a plea for him to finally open up to her.
“Yeah, you know, just a little family drama.” A little family drama? Was that really all he was going to say?
“But your brother said he’d been on some kind of a hunting trip?” Laying out the breadcrumbs.
“Oh, yeah. He’s just deer hunting up at the cabin and he’s probably got Jim, Jack and Jose along with him. We’re just gonna go bring him back.” So now he was lying outright to her.
“What about the interview?”
“I’ll make the interview. It’s only for a couple days.”
“Sam, I mean, please,” It was time to start pleading. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Jessica was desperate and, looking into his eyes, she could see that Sam was scared. Why couldn’t he just tell her the truth, just once?
“I’m fine.” Liar.
“It’s just,” she paused, not sure exactly sure how to put this, “you won’t even talk about your family and now you’re taking off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend with them? And with Monday coming up which is kind of a huge deal…” she drifted off.
“Hey, everything’s gonna be okay.” Jessica didn’t believe him. “I will be back in time. I promise.” And he kissed her. But she couldn’t kiss him back.
He was walking towards the door. Either she was going to get her answers now, or she never was. “At least tell me where you’re going!”
He didn’t answer her. And he was gone, off with his brother. “Bros before hoes” she thought wryly.
+ + +
Two days passed. Two days of Jessica worrying and wondering. She worried that either Sam had gone and gotten himself sucked back into his obviously insane family or that his obviously insane brother had somehow gotten Sam killed. And she wondered what exactly had happened to Mrs. Winchester. How had she really died? Had Mr. Winchester been crazy before or had that made him snap? How much of this poltergeist bullshit did Sam actually believe? She knew she’d have to confront Sam about all of this when he got home. Why hadn’t she been able to do the confronting before he left? She cursed her cowardice now; perhaps she would have been able to stop him from going off with Dean. Now all she could do was wait, because he wasn’t answering her phone calls.
Friends called to invite her out on Saturday night. She declined, opting to stay at home, baking cookies for Sam in the hopes of distracting herself from the Mystery of the Winchester Family, a family she hoped to one day marry into. She didn’t think she could do that until she had her answers.
On Sunday night, as Jessica was getting ready for bed, Sam still hadn’t returned. His interview was the next morning and Jessica was getting worried. Would his family really take precedence over his future, a future in which Jessica hoped she would play a big part? Would his family really ask him to skip the interview?
Jessica hadn’t slept the whole weekend and she couldn’t sleep now. Too many questions, not enough answers. As she lay there, trying to make her mind stop obsessing so she could get to sleep, the light in the bathroom flickered. Which was odd. Thankful for the distraction, she got up to investigate. There was nothing there. What had she expected? Maybe all this thinking about poltergeists and devil’s gates was making her imagination run wild.
Or maybe not. Because when she turned around she almost walked straight into a man standing directly behind her. Her mind raced. How had he gotten in? She hadn’t heard any footsteps. And she had locked the door, right? She’d have to call a locksmith in the morning, this was the second time in three days someone had broken into that apartment. And were his eyes…yellow? Weird.
Suddenly, Jessica found herself being moved towards her room, not of her own volition. The man with the yellow eyes must have been doing something. But what? This was impossible. She tried to scream but found her mouth wouldn’t open. She was trapped.
Now she was back in the bedroom, up against the wall. And now she was being moved up the wall. How was he doing this!? And now she had stopped, hanging on the ceiling directly above the bed. Terrified. And then she realized she was bleeding. Badly.
She heard Sam come in. “Jess? You home?” Thank God. But what if he couldn’t overpower this man? He would be in danger too! She tried to call out to him, to warn him, but again she failed. Sam had come into the bedroom now, clutching one of the cookies she’d made him, and was lying on the bed. Jessica watched as a few drops of her blood fell onto his forehead.
Sam opened his eyes and saw here there, on the ceiling. A look of horror appeared on his face. It was also a look of recognition, like he knew what was happening to her. “No!” he screamed.
And then, heat. A fire erupted all around Jessica, engulfing her. She saw Dean run in and begin to pull Sam out of the room but it was all obscured by the flames and the pain.
Jessica Moore’s last thought was that maybe there were such things as poltergeists and devil’s gates.
