One of the Good Ones

01. Pilot

Dean drove up to Sam's apartment and shook his sleeping wife. They'd only been married a week, but it had been the best week of his life.

Juliette yawned and asked in a slurred tone, "Are we there yet?"

Dean chuckled softly. "Yeah, Jules, we're there. Are you staying here?"

She nodded. "Good luck recruiting your brother."

"Thanks. I'll be back soon, all right, sweetheart?"

She nodded. "All right." Her eyes fluttered shut and Dean smiled as he pressed a kiss to her temple and got out of the car.

INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM – NIGHT

Sam and Jess laid in bed, asleep back to back. Jess shifted position.

There was a sound outside the room, like a window opening. Sam opened his eyes.

INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT

Sam left the bedroom and looked around the apartment.

A window was open. Footsteps sounded. A man walked past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. Sam moved to another part of the apartment and waited. The man entered the room. Sam lunged forward and grabbed the man at the shoulder. The man knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked. The man grabbed Sam's arm, swung him around, and shoved him back. Sam kicked and was blocked, then pushed back into another room. Sam got his first glimpse of the man. The man elbowed Sam in the face; Sam kicked at his head. The man ducked and swung and Sam blocked. The man knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger," the man said.

Sam breathed hard. "Dean?" Dean laughed. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice."

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor.

"Or not," Dean stated.

Dean tapped Sam twice where he was holding him. "Get off of me."

Sam rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders, shook once, and let go.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"

Jess turned the light on. She was wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. "Sam?"

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Dean looked at her and nodded.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asked, smiling.

Sam nodded. Dean grinned at her and moved closer. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"Just let me put something on."

Jess turned to go. Dean's voice stopped her. "No need to worry. Seriously. I've got a great girl. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Dean went back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess' face. Sam watched him, his expression stony.

Dean continued. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No," Sam argued, going over to Jess and putting an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."