Shadow Redux (Transmutationverse)
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So then they're all standing there, bleeding and not saying anything and she feels it unraveling, feels Sam and Dean unraveling and she just can't take it any more. "This is bullshit!" she shouts suddenly and then all the Winchester men are looking at her and she wants to knock the three of them together like a Three Stooges skit. She turns to John instead. "We're going breakfast." She turns to Sam and Dean. "We're going to breakfast."
They all look startled and John opens his mouth to say something that's probably going to be noble and pigheaded and wrong and she fixes him with her best glare. "We're not going to die in the next hour," she says firmly, grabbing John by his coat sleeve and Dean—who's closest—by his shoulder. "We have time for some fucking breakfast." She looks at Sam. "Baby, get the wipes out of the car. There's got to be an all-night diner around here somewhere."
"You're fucking Dean," he says, accusatory, and if he expects to shock her or somehow cow her, he's talking to the wrong fucking girl and he hasn't been paying attention.
"Yes, sir," she says back and it's a little surprising how easily it comes, that form of address. Maybe it's because both Sam and Dean respect him so damn much.
"And you're still with Sam too?" He sounds a little less certain now, like he didn't expect her to just come out and say it. She wonders how much he knows about what his 'boys' get up to at night.
"Yes. I am," Jess says steadily. Her hand flexes a little, wanting one of her knives there, the hilt warm across her palm. The knives always make her feel better. Steadier.
"And they're fine with it, the boys?" Now there's no mistaking the surprise in his tone.
She offers him her smile before she remembers how it pulls her face askew. To his credit, John doesn't flinch and she guesses he's seen a lot of faces a lot worse than hers. "Well, you'd have to ask them about it," she answers. "But yeah. Far as I'm concerned, we're all fine."
John smiles back at her, wondering and almost beatific. It's Dean's smile, relieved and happy. "Well, all right."
Dean doesn't hold her often. She thinks he's still sort of scared to. It's always her that has to cuddle up to him, his body stiff and prickly for the first several moments until he remembers that it's okay. That she wants him to. But this time it's his arms around her, cradling her, holding her as he whispers, amazed. "You were so brave today. Jesus. So fucking brave." And she knows he doesn't mean Meg or the daevas or any of that. He means John. Because she stood up to John.
Warmth floods her. She doesn't admit it, but his approval is like a badge of honor and the closest she ever gets to that old Jess, the one that studied hard and busted her hump and then basked in every A like it was a Nobel. His pride comes grudgingly and can only be earned and that makes it truly worth something.
"Because of you," she prompts, cupping his cheek and tightening her grip when he tries to duck his face aside. "I can be brave because of you and because of Sam. Who wouldn't be brave with that kind of back up?" she jokes.
Dean shakes his head. "Yeah, but…"
"No buts," she says and leans to pull his bottom lip between hers, sucking gently. His biceps tighten and his hands roam, wakening her skin to electrical awareness. "Who I am now I am because of you and Sam. I wouldn't trade it. Not for my face, not for…having my eyes closed again. I'm awake now. I feel like… This is the most awake I've ever been in my life."
-Figure out the hows and whys of reintroducing Meg with Jess.
-Does the demon know she survived? Speculate on how much demon knows about their movements.
So then they're all standing there, bleeding and not saying anything and she feels it unraveling, feels Sam and Dean unraveling and she just can't take it any more. "This is bullshit!" she shouts suddenly and then all the Winchester men are looking at her and she wants to knock the three of them together like a Three Stooges skit. She turns to John instead. "We're going breakfast." She turns to Sam and Dean. "We're going to breakfast."
They all look startled and John opens his mouth to say something that's probably going to be noble and pigheaded and wrong and she fixes him with her best glare. "We're not going to die in the next hour," she says firmly, grabbing John by his coat sleeve and Dean—who's closest—by his shoulder. "We have time for some fucking breakfast." She looks at Sam. "Baby, get the wipes out of the car. There's got to be an all-night diner around here somewhere."
"You're fucking Dean," he says, accusatory, and if he expects to shock her or somehow cow her, he's talking to the wrong fucking girl and he hasn't been paying attention.
"Yes, sir," she says back and it's a little surprising how easily it comes, that form of address. Maybe it's because both Sam and Dean respect him so damn much.
"And you're still with Sam too?" He sounds a little less certain now, like he didn't expect her to just come out and say it. She wonders how much he knows about what his 'boys' get up to at night.
"Yes. I am," Jess says steadily. Her hand flexes a little, wanting one of her knives there, the hilt warm across her palm. The knives always make her feel better. Steadier.
"And they're fine with it, the boys?" Now there's no mistaking the surprise in his tone.
She offers him her smile before she remembers how it pulls her face askew. To his credit, John doesn't flinch and she guesses he's seen a lot of faces a lot worse than hers. "Well, you'd have to ask them about it," she answers. "But yeah. Far as I'm concerned, we're all fine."
John smiles back at her, wondering and almost beatific. It's Dean's smile, relieved and happy. "Well, all right."
Dean doesn't hold her often. She thinks he's still sort of scared to. It's always her that has to cuddle up to him, his body stiff and prickly for the first several moments until he remembers that it's okay. That she wants him to. But this time it's his arms around her, cradling her, holding her as he whispers, amazed. "You were so brave today. Jesus. So fucking brave." And she knows he doesn't mean Meg or the daevas or any of that. He means John. Because she stood up to John.
Warmth floods her. She doesn't admit it, but his approval is like a badge of honor and the closest she ever gets to that old Jess, the one that studied hard and busted her hump and then basked in every A like it was a Nobel. His pride comes grudgingly and can only be earned and that makes it truly worth something.
"Because of you," she prompts, cupping his cheek and tightening her grip when he tries to duck his face aside. "I can be brave because of you and because of Sam. Who wouldn't be brave with that kind of back up?" she jokes.
Dean shakes his head. "Yeah, but…"
"No buts," she says and leans to pull his bottom lip between hers, sucking gently. His biceps tighten and his hands roam, wakening her skin to electrical awareness. "Who I am now I am because of you and Sam. I wouldn't trade it. Not for my face, not for…having my eyes closed again. I'm awake now. I feel like… This is the most awake I've ever been in my life."
-Figure out the hows and whys of reintroducing Meg with Jess.
-Does the demon know she survived? Speculate on how much demon knows about their movements.
