As the door opened, Dean awoke and slipped a hand under his pillow for a weapon. He glanced at Jocelyn to see her fast asleep, fidgeting every so often, and angled his body in front of hers.
He turned to see Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.
"Morning, sunshine," Sam greeted, kicking at Jocelyn's bed, causing her to wake with a grumble.
"What time is it?" Dean asked groggily. "Don't kick her bed."
"Uh, it's about 4:45."
"In the morning?"
"Yep."
Jocelyn yawned and sat up as she rubbed her eyes and asked, "Sammy, you get any sleep?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."
"Liar," Dean said. "'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman informercial."
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."
"Yeah, it is."
"Look, I appreciate your concern-"
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass and Jocelyn's alive, so we need you sharp."
Jocelyn looked at Sam. "Be honest, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"
Sam crossed the room, sat on the other bed, handed a coffee to Dean and Saoirse. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."
"You can't let it," Dean told him. "You can't bring it home like that."
"So, what? All this it... never keeps you two up at night?"
"No, never."
"Never? You're never afraid?"
"No, not really."
Sam reached under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and held it up as evidence.
Dean took the knife back. "That's not fear. That is precaution."
"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue."
Dean's phone rang and he answered. "Hello?"
"Dean, it's uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."
"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"
"No. No. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and... uh, I think it could be a lot worse."
"What is it?"
"Can we talk in person?"
Dean eyed Sam and Jocelyn and they eyed him back.
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The Impala drove down the road and eventually, they reached the hangar.
Jerry greeted the brothers and Jocelyn. "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out."
"Yeah, he told me," Sam said with a nod. "It was a poltergeist?"
"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie," a man stated.
Jocelyn smiled at the man's comment.
"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking," Jerry told him. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something. If it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?"
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The Weight of Living
Misterio / SuspensoJocelyn Hudson stops the eldest Winchester in his tracks. Literally. From the first time he saw her, he could tell she'd been through something awful. He doesn't ask much, just where the one who treated her poorly was. And from then on, she stays...
