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âThe FBI thinks youâre dead? For five years?â That made her more curious about what her family, their friends, thought about her death. Of course, Jessica knew next to nothing about what Sam had been through since she died in 2005 and she doubted that she would ever get to know the greater extent of it. Too much time had passed and she didnât doubt there were things he never wanted to talk about again. Though, his grieving habits may have even changed considering he kept a lot of the issues with his family buried because he wanted out of hunting so desperately.Â
Itâs been over a week since they met again in the diner and she was able to convince him that it was really her, but time hasnât yet eased the electric feeling she gets whenever he touched her or their eyes met for prolonged periods of time. It filled her with a nervousness that she rarely remembered feeling before she had died apart from the first time with a boy in high school jitters. Now, though? So much is still up in the air between them and the time she had spent wondering if who they were now would still love each other weighed on her. Not like an apocalyptic onslaught of monsters left much time for romance, anyway.
Heart beating fast, partially because of him and largely because of what was about to happen, she nods with a timid smile that didnât reach her eyes. When he starts, she obliges and bites down onto the gauze. She wasnât queasy by any means, but her eyes focus on a stain of blood on his undershirt in hopes that not looking at it would somehow make it hurt less. While he worked, she tried to keep her groans and screams of pain to a minimum, but of course some slipped out. Muffled enough that the front desk wouldnât get complaints like they usually did about her nightmares when they saturated her dreams. When he pulled back, she wiped at the tears that had fallen on her face, the blood she had forgotten about on her hands smearing across her cheeks instead.Â
Chuckling to herself, she decides that was a sign to break up the tension with some humor. âCanât help me cut up vegetables, but pretty good at sewing my stomach together.â A half-hearted teasing smile. She thought it was endearing, back then, whenever he tried to help cook or that one disastrous time he had tried to cook for her. Had that changed?Â
However, she wasnât about to let herself dwell on what all that she knew of Sam that simply wasnât true anymore. âI â should probably get a shower before I end up accidentally blood in my eye. â Will you â stick around?â She really wasnât looking forward to being alone tonight, but she wasnât ready to say that quite yet.
âYeahâ he chuckles at the idea and part of the memory that led to it happening âIf you ask Dean, heâll probably tell you how proud he is of that. Itâs kind of a highlight for him. We ended up on the FBI most wanted list, somehow, all while being chased by Lilith and all her demons. We were arrested and all her demons attacked at once, so the FBI agent got to see what we were dealing with and got us off the hook. Me and Dean are âdeadâ on the records, thanks to him. Henriksen was a good guy.â Sam gives her the summarised version, of course, doesnât mention for now how hard it was to fight all those demons or how things turned in the end, but it serves as a distraction to keep her mind off of what just happened and all the pain she might be in.Â
âIâm still a terrible cook. Donât be fooled by my healthy habits of salads and smoothies, itâs all because I can eat everything raw that way,â he jokes while using the cuff of his flannel shirt to gently wipe off the smudges of blood she got on her cheeks all the while making sure she doesnât move too much or too hastily. Heâd rather be the one in her position and she can probably tell from the way he looks at her, with both adoration and concern.
âOf course I will.â If heâs being honest, heâs glad she asked because he was wondering how to ask to stay and look after her like he wants to. He has a knack for looking and sounding too worried all the time and being overprotective. âIn fact, Iâm glad I wonât have to stay outside huddled somewhere, watching your window like a creep.â He says, not very embarrassed of his confession. He sets aside the kit because heâll still need a few things from there after and kneels next to Jess. âPut your arm around my neck. Iâll carry you to the bathroom.âÂ














