The Winchester Brothers

CHAPTER 22

**THIRD PERSON POV*

Sam goes back inside, and Jess has moved to the couch. She doesn't acknowledge that he has came back in the house.

"Jess." He says softly.

"What?" She is still mad after the argument that her and Dean had.

"I'm just going to take a shower. When I'm done, we can talk if you want. Or we won't it doesn't matter to me. But if you do, then I'm here to listen." He says as he walks to his bedroom. She doesn't reply, but he continues into his room anyways.

Jess is not in the right state of mind. She is upset at the death of her brothers, and angry at Dean. She doesn't want to leave, but she doesn't want to talk. She turns on the TV and goes from channel to channel but there is nothing on that interests her. She goes to the book shelf that's in the corner of the room but none of the books interest her either. One of the books is one that Ed used to own. This makes her mad, and she throws the book at the couch. She walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. There is some water bottles, some condiments and some beer. She reaches for a water, but stops her hand just before the bottle she was going for. She moves her hand a little to the right and grabs the beer instead. This was Jess' first time ever having beer. She took her first sip and thought it was disgusting, but she kept drinking anyways. After she finishes the first beer, she grabs another one. This time it was easier to drink because she was already getting used to the taste. She was starting to feel the effects from the alcohol after the second. It affected her so quickly because it was only her first time drinking, so she hadn't built up a tolerance to it yet. She grabs a third one and takes it over to the couch. She opens it and takes a sip just as Sam comes out his room. 

"Oh finally, you're done." Jess says as she gets up from the couch. She takes a sip of her beer and walks over to Sam. When she got in front of him she stumbled, and he grabbed her arms to keep her from falling over.

"You're drunk." Sam says. 

Holding her beer in her right hand she takes her left hand and puts a finger to his lips. "Shhh." Then she kisses him. He pushes her away, and she stumbles backwards a few steps.

"Jess stop." He goes to grab the beer but she moves her arm out of his reach.

"Hey, get your own." She takes another sip and stumbles back some more. 

"Jess, you need to put the beer down and go to bed, okay? You're drunk." He goes to grab her arm, but she pulls away again.

"No, I'm fine." She takes another sip. "But you seem tense. So why don't you go get your own beer and join me." She said as she stepped closer to him. She smiled then pushed her hand through his hair.

"Jess, stop."

"Wow. That was convincing." She slid her hand down the back of his neck, over his shoulder, then down his chest. She kissed him again, but this time he didn't push her away. Instead he pulled her closer and slid his hand down her right arm. When his hand reached her's he took the beer from it, then pushed away from her. "Hey!" She yelled at him as he ran to the kitchen sink.

"You'll thank me later." He said as he poured the rest of her beer down the drain. Jess was mad that he took away her beer so she sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Sam stayed in the kitchen and let her do what she wanted. After a while she went from sitting to lying down. After about half an hour of her just lying there, Sam went over to check if she was asleep and she had been for a while. He turned off the TV and covered her with a blanket. He sat in the chair across from her. He knew that misleading her by bringing her closer just to get the beer from her was wrong, but it was the quickest way to get it from her. He sat there for a while reading a book but then the words started to go blurry, so he put the book on the ground, shut his eyes and fell asleep.