The Winchester Brothers

CHAPTER 6

Jess's POV

Was that a gun shot? What was going on? I got up from my bed. My pillow had spots where my tears started to soak into it. There was a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole and it was Sam.
"C'mon Jess. Just let me explain." There were no more tears, and I wasn't even mad anymore. I was just happy to hear his voice. Now that he was finally talking. I openned the door. "Thank you." He came in and looked around like he was seeing my house for the first time.
"Did you hear something like a gun shot, not too long ago?" I still wanted to know if what I heard really was a gun shot.
"Oh that. That was just your neighbours car backfiring." He looked at all of the pictures of me and my family. "Why don't you have any of the ones of us up?" He's never asked me that before. Did Cas say something to him about Dean?
"Oh, well I just don't have enough picture frames. I'll have to go buy more." The real answer was because if I had a picture of Sam and I up, then Dean saw it, that would not go over well, same goes for if Sam saw a picture of Dean and I together.
"Well I think you can easily just switch one these pictures for one of us." He held up a picture of me and my brothers.
"I'll just buy some tomorrow." I sat on the couch. He joined me. Couches have their own individual seat cushions, for each person that sits on it. Usually he would sit on the other side of the couch and I would stretch my legs out and they would just reach him. But this time he sat half on my cushion and half on another. This was the closest we had ever been. "Um. What are you doing?" It kind of made me uncomfortable. He had never done anything like this before. He knew that I wanted to go slow, and he was fine with that. He put his left arm over my shoulders. And moved a peice of hair out of my face with his right.
"I just want to look at your face." He stared at my eyes then my lips.
"Well you usually look at it from over there." I pushed on his chest a little, jokingly. His shirt is black, but the right side of his shirt was darker than the rest. Why? I touched it. It was warm. "Hey what is this?" I looked at my fingers, they were red. "Oh my god. You're bleeding." I went for his shirt's top button so I could see where he was bleeding from. He kept blocking my hands from getting to it.
"No I'm not."
"Well there's blood on your shirt, so I'm pretty sure you're bleeding." My hands were still fighting for his shirt.
"What I meant was. No, I'm not bleeding right now, but I was earlier. I fell asleep and my nose must have started to bleed, so when I woke up there was blood on my shirt." He was holding my hands now. "See, I'm fine." He lowered my hands back to me and let them go.
"Well then I'll get you a different shirt to wear while I wash this one. Take it off." I got up and got a shirt from my room. It was Will's, he forgot to bring it with him last time he was here. When I came back out to Sam, he still had the bloody shirt on. "In order to wash it you'll have to take it off." I walked over, set the clean shirt on the couch and went to grab the top button on Sam's shirt to take it off. He grabbed my hands. "Hey. Don't you want me to wash it?" His grip got tighter, I could feel the circulation to my wrists getting cut off. "Ow! Sam stop!" I tried to break free but he was too strong. After I struggled to break free he let go, and I fell back. I looked into his eyes. They were black! I got up and started to run into my room. Just as I was inside the door way a bullet hit the wall next to my head.
"Stop!" I put my hands up and turned. He walked towards me with the gun aimed at my head.
"Sam. Please." Tears were running down my face.
"You stupid bitch. This isn't Sam. Well what you see is him, but who you're talking to isn't." He smiled.
"What?"
"See these eyes." He pointed at his black eyes. "I'm a demon. And if I shoot little Sammy here," he tapped his head with the end of the gun, then aimed it back at me. "I'll be the one thing keeping his meat suit alive. Of course he won't be alive but still." He took a step closer. I tried to take a step back too but he shot the wall again. "Don't even think about it. You see, you are one of the few things, other than each other, that we can use against the Winchester brothers to get them to do whatever we want." The Winchester's? Oh ya, that's what Cas said Sam's last name was. He must be refering to Sam and his brother, who he said he doesn't talk to anymore.
"What would a demon want with Sam?"
"More than you think. Sam and his brother have killed and sent hundreds of us back to Hell. You have no idea what it's like down there-"
"I bet it's Hell." Me and my dumb mouth, always causing trouble.
"Listen here smart ass, if you say one more thing like that, then I'm gonna put a pullet through his head!" He tapped his head with the gun again. He walked closer and I could feel the muzzle of the gun being pressed against my forehead. "You know, people say that we're sick. But you were the one dating both of them. How'd you manage that?" What was he talking about? The only Winchester I was dating was Sam.
"What do you mean? I've never even met Sam's brother."
"No way." He pulled the gun off my head but still aimed it at me. "You were dating both of them, and you didn't even know it." Now the stuff Cas was saying about the resemblance between Sam and Dean made sense. Oh my god. I was dating two brothers! Oh god, if they ever found out....Wait how did this demon know about us.
"I swear I didn't know they were brothers. But how did you know?" I really didn't know. Man, I feel so stupid! He laughed, and put the gun back on my forehead.
"Oh man, it was quite easy. Your boyfriend Sammy here came to make a deal for his good old friend Bobby."
"Make a deal?"
"Wow they really did try to keep you from knowing all this stuff. Anyways, we demons make deals. We can give you what you want and in about 10 years we come back for our payment, which is your soul."
"Sam was going to sell his soul for Bobby!?"
"He wanted us to bring Bobby back to life in exchange for his soul in 10 years. But we wouldn't give it to him, we'd rather see him suffer. And then you called." He must be talking about the time when I called and Sam answered but he was silent. "You called right in the middle of him asking for a deal. We told him to answer the phone and we would make the deal, of course we lied but we still wanted to see who would be phoning him. And then on the other end of that call was you. Trying to see where he was and if he was okay. When he hung up and didn't get the deal he was promised, he was pissed. He killed two of my friends. I got away, got a few more friends to come with me, and then we followed him to his house." He kept the gun pointed at my head as he circled me. He would pick up parts of my hair and then let it fall. I shook my head, pulling the hair out of his hand. This made him mad. He pressed the gun into my side, and it hurt. It will probably leave a bruise. He put his other hand on my shoulder and walked me over to the couch, he basically threw me at it. "Sit down and listen." I did what he said. "We were expecting to find you there too, but when we didn't see you, we decided to take Sam for a ride around town to find you. And then Dean also tried to tell Sam outside your door a couple minutes ago."
"What!? Dean knows!?"
"Yup. And so does Sam. You hear that Sam your little girlfriend was cheating on you with your own brother." He smiled.
"Sam can hear us?"
"Damn you're dumb. He can hear and see us. The annoying part is, I can hear him screaming in here." He tapped his head.
"Sam I'm sorry I-"
"Ya, ya enough with the 'oh I'm sorry. I love you. If I knew he was your brother I never would have done it.' bull shit." I really hate this demon now. "All three of you can discuss it when we get there."
"What?"
"Let's go." He pointed the gun at me then the door and back. "Get up." He grabbed my arm and we walked outside.