Fights, Camera, Action

Chapter Eight

It took him an unreasonably long time to clean up, and by the time the driver got there, it was mid afternoon. On the way home, he decided to text the group chat and have his friends come over to hang out. After the day he'd had, he needed some friend time. Ordering food to his place as well, he sat back and relaxed, waiting to get home.

About ten minutes later, he was home, and the dumbasses were already there, cars in his driveway. Thanking the driver, he got out and walked to the door, trying his best to look like he wasn't limping. Novak was huge, as much as it pained him to admit. Of course that motherfucker had even that.

As soon as he got in the door, he could hear the yelling from upstairs. Going up as quickly as he could, he walked into his living room to see Sam and Charlie playing Mario Kart and shrieking at each other while Jess took turns trying to sabotage them. Sam and Charlie were, as usual, sitting on his coffee table, and Jess was on the couch behind them. Hearing Dean come up, Jess turned, smiling. However, this immediately dropped, a shocked expression covering it.

Without looking, she turned the tv off, getting screams of rage from both Sam and Charlie before they also turned, the same expression on their faces when they locked on Dean. Glancing between the three of them, Dean crossed his arms defensively.

"What?" He said, brows drawn together. Jess raised a hand and pointed at his jaw.

"You have a hickey that you didn't have when you snapped us this morning," she said, and he slapped his hand on his jaw, cursing. God damn Novak, could he have at least tried to be subtle?

Sighing, he moved over to the couch to sit, not bothering to hide his limp. Charlie cheered loudly, getting a head shake from Sam and a laugh out of Jess.

"Oh, man! Not only did our boy get dick, he got good dick!" She said, high fiving Dean as he collapsed onto the couch by Jess. Instantly, all three were looking at him with questioning eyes.

"Who did you manage to fuck at work?" Sam asked, face turning to one of suspicion. Jess's eyes widened, and she turned to Dean so fast he was sure she'd tip off the couch.

"You didn't." She said, staring him down. Fuck, why did Jess have to be so smart?

"...I may have," he answered, and she shrieked with laughter, catching Dean off guard. She turned to Sam and held out a hand, cackling.

Groaning, Sam fished a twenty out of his pocket, handing it to Jess as he glared Dean down.

"I was on your team, motherfucker, and you betrayed me," Sam said, laying down on the coffee table and half on Charlie, who was losing her shit by then after realizing what had happened. Dean looked at Jess, incredulous.

"You two had a bet on if I would fuck Novak?" He asked, receiving a nod through laughter. "And you bet that I would?" Another nod. He really would have thought it would be the other way around, but then again, Jess always was the smart one.

Finally, they stopped laughing, settling down a bit. They turned the tv back on and started Mario Kart again, all the while pestering Dean about it with infinite questions. After they ran out, Jess put together a mental timeline.

"So, let me get this straight. You two made out a while ago, and then today, he came back and you ended up angry fucking? And it was pretty good?" She said, and Dean sighed.

"Yeah, pretty much," he answered, and she threw her hands up, giving him an exasperated look. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

"What, Jess?" He demanded, and she sighed again, loudly. Shaking her head, she looked at him.