MJ and Jack separated from their family the night before the battle between Michael and Lucifer. Little did they know, that would be the last that they would see of their family.
Infection spread, and now the dead are walking among the living, and i...
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"MJ!" Jess is all smiles as she throws the front door wide open and wraps one of her very best friends in a bone-crushing hug.
"Hey, girl." The brunette chuckles as she hugs her back. "I know it's been awhile, but damn. I mean, when did you get so strong?"
"I gotta compete with your brother." She says as she pulls back and looks at her. "He likes to steal the covers in bed."
"Alright, that's the last I ever need to hear about Sam in bed." MJ brushes past her, heading into the apartment that she spends a weekend in every so often. "Where is the giant anyway?"
"Your older brother showed up late last night, stole him away." The blonde tells her. "You don't know about whatever's going on?"
"Sam called early this morning, but I was in the shower. I was only a couple hours from here, so I figured I'd stop in and see what he wanted." She says as she leans against the counter in her kitchen. "So, Dean showed up, huh? That must've been interesting. You hear any of it?"
"Uh, not much." She shakes her head. "Your dad's on a hunting trip, and Dean's worried because he hasn't heard from him in awhile. You haven't talked to Dean?"
"No, uh... I kicked his last time I saw him, he's pouting." She tells her, and Jess chuckles as she looks at the rather amused expression on her best friend's face. "I'll call later, get the skinny."
"And what are we doing in the meantime?"
"Well, I'm kid-free for a few days, and you and I are now left unsupervised." She grins at the blonde. "I'm gonna raid your closet, and then we're gonna find a bar."
"Ooh, I get to play wingwoman?" Jessica asks as she follows MJ out of the kitchen as they head toward the master bedroom.
MJ pushes a heavy door open, walking into the hospital room that she frequents. "Good morning, Scruffy." The girl with the dyed-blonde hair mutters, closing the door behind her. "How are you feel—" She cuts herself off when she looks over and sees that the previously comatose man is now looking at her with obvious confusion.
"Who are you?" The man in the bed asks as he looks at the young girl. His voice is gruff, as this is the first that he's spoken in a very long time.
"You're awake." She walks over to his bedside, and he looks up at her.
"Are you a nurse?" He's doubtful as he takes in her appearance. She's wearing street clothes — a white knit-sweater and washed out blue jeans.
"I'm your guardian angel." The woman says with a sarcastic smile. "How's your side feel?"
