Winchesters are stubborn (Rp for gunoilnleather and lucifers-tux)

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Jess didn't really find herself in a bad mood that often. And she found herself pissed even less, but leaving Dean's room at the hotel she found she was both, and was about ready to abandon her normal tenets of maturity and feminism and throw a good old fashioned hissy fit. They were lying to her. And Dean, at least, knew that she knew that they

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Sam nodded along to the directions, mentally remembering where his brother had said he was staying. With a second thought he reached back through the closing door and snagged the ring of keys on the table by the door, figuring it'd be faster to take Jess' car then risk the bus system this early in the morning. 'What the hell! Why would she try and find you, and how the hell did she?' Sam knew he should be more pissed off at Jess for running out to talk with his brother and lying to him, but he couldn't help a small pang of pride that she'd been able to actually find Dean. There were some things that the Winchesters excelled in, and that was hiding when they didn't want to be found. Dean just happened to be better at it then most, and usually Sam was the only one that could find him.

He bit down on his tongue, stilling the angry words he knew were waiting to spill out as he hurried towards Jess car, and sliding into the front seat. He was taken aback by the 'alone' comment, and then he actually started wondering why the hell Dad had sent Dean after a black dog by himself, of all things. Black dogs weren't something to be trifled with, and especially not by oneself, and the fact that Dad had let his brother go off alone, made something dark curl in the pit of his stomach. Made only worse by the sudden dialtone of the phone in his ear as he cursed lowly and threw his phone into the passenger seat.

'Dammit Dean...' Pulling out of his parking space he hurried towards where Dean had said they'd be, taking sharper turns then he usually would as his heart pounded at the thought of both Jess and Dean being in trouble. He knew his brother wouldn't let Jess get hurt, but that meant that no one was looking out for his brother, and Dean could be more reckless then was healthy on a good day. On a bad day? Everyone better look out.

Sam slammed Jess' car into park outside the motel, immediately rushing from the car as his gun appeared instantly in his hand, running towards the woods north of the gaudy building. He'd just made it to the treeline when he saw two familiar figures running through the trees, his voice shouting out, 'Jess! Dean!'

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It might have been a pretty big deal to have found Dean, but Jess was glad to know while she wasn't any sort of useful at shooting a black dog or even knowing what to do about the Supernatural, she at least had research going for her. And it hadn't been that terribly hard. She had friends that were up and out early in the mornings on the weekends - a few with cross country, a few with jobs that involved driving the city and she'd asked if any of them had seen a '67 Impala around the hotels. Dean might blend in well, but his car really didn't - and a car that nice was bound to be noticed and admired by her guy friends. Hell, she didn't even really do cars and she'd noticed it over his shoulder when he'd shown up. So it'd taken asking around until someone had seen it and then calling the motels in the area and explaining some sob story about trying to find a cheating boyfriend using a pseudonym to find the one guy staying in the motel with the same name as the drummer for Metallica. Granted, she'd been lucky the owner actually knew that it was the same name as the drummer, but she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

She looked over at Dean as he hung up on Sam, eyebrows arched as he gave the instructions. She'd--well, she'd work on reconciling Black Dog who didn't react to bullets, the Supernatural and Things that Went Bump later, but right now she was pretty much focused on getting out of this without getting herself or Dean hurt or killed, so she nodded, swallowed, and pushed her hair back behind her ears - longing for a hairtie for all of a second before she moved even closer to Dean, following his lead as they made their way toward the motel. She had about a million questions to ask him - hell both of them, but she figured they could wait until everyone was behind a door. A big, solid, heavy door. And half of her was still expecting to wake up from this any second and find it was all some sort of really, really weird dream.

And they'd at least made it a decent distance ten minutes later - with Dean firing regular shots to keep the thing away from them even as it tried to slip in on the sides (and she had to admit she was pretty impressed by his aim and ability to seemingly always know where the Dog was coming from), enough so that when Sam found them it wasn't too far of a run.

"Sam!" She was pretty much caught between the desire to run to Sam and bury her face in that broad chest and the fact that the thing was still out there and her moving away from Dean and consequently, Dean's gun, wasn't the best idea. So she stayed and tried to do her best to watch the elder Winchester's back, which was probably the smart choice as the Dog doubled back and tried to come at them from what he perceived was the weaker side. "Dean! Behind you!"

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Dean's last words rang through his mind as he moved closer to them, not sure why that of all things made him more angry then he was before. He watched the black dog suddenly leap out behind his brother, lifting up his gun to aim before he suddenly had to pull it away when Jess started towards him and the dog jumped on top of Dean. Sam itched to join the fray, muscles that hadn't been used in years remembering just what it was like to be in the middle of a fight, adrenaline pumping at the life or death situation, but none of that could completely wash away the anger he felt at the pair of them.

Grabbing Jess by the arm, more roughly then he meant to, he pushed her behind him, voice low, 'Go back to the motel Jess, go.' Giving her a little push, hoping she followed his urging, and got out of the line of fire. His little 'world' he'd created for himself might have just fallen in around his ears, but that didn't mean that he stopped caring about her, and he didn't want her there to get caught in the crossfire, or their life.

Dropping to one knee he started digging through his bag, knowing he'd stuff the revolver he'd had laying around in there before he left. On a whim he'd looked up the myth of black dogs, mainly in the guise of research for a past case file he'd come across, and he'd been able to discern everything he needed to know about the fact, especially how to kill it. Grinning triumphantly he pulled the revolver from his bag, lying heavy in his grasp, as he stood up to face where his brother was still facing off against the beast.

Knowing he only had a few shots, and no way of reloading the chamber with thrice blessed bullets by a drunk nun, don't ask him, cause he didn't even know how that was supposed to make it more potent, he aimed for the beasts heart. Waiting for the right moment he shouted out, 'Dean! Down!' and shot off three of the rounds into the beasts heart as soon as he knew his brother was out of the way.

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Jess Moore might be many things - stubborn, overly curious, good at getting right into the middle of things she should probably stay out of - but she wasn't an idiot, so when the thing made a leap for Dean and he screamed at her to run, she did as she was told and in the direction he sent her toward. She hesitated as he hit the ground, because she'd seen how injured that shoulder was and knew it shouldn't be taking hits like that, but then he was rolling and was back up, firing at the thing and she continued her run toward Sam.

She winced slightly as his fingers closed around her arm - he was strong, she knew that, but it wasn't something he often had to use outside of putting stuff into storage or helping her move furniture, which was a completely different thing than seeing it in practice like this, when it was used to fight something like the Dog - and he pulled her behind him, and directed her to run. She nodded, stumbled a bit at the push but at least made good headway towards the motel before she heard the 'crack,crack,crack' of the revolver firing in three quick bursts, and really, if she didn't hear the sound of gunfire for a while after today, that'd be fine by her.

She made it to the parking lot of the hotel and stopped. She might have been sent to get out of the fray, but Jess wasn't going to be some damn shrinking violet and sit in the hotel room while she waited to find out if Sam and Dean were okay. She could see them, just barely from where she was, and bit her lip with nerves, her arms wrapping over her chest. She wished there was something she could do - both of them were out there, risking their lives to kill whatever that thing was (and her head was still trying to wrap around that, around what Dean had shouted as they ran) but she had to at least be content with the knowledge that if they let her, she could at least get Dean's wounds rewrapped. And any Sam might have gotten.

She didn't hear any more gunfire, and she shifted her weight nervously, wincing as she realized she'd twisted her ankle at some point in rolling on the ground, and fought the urge to run back to them to make sure everyone was alright. She had the sickening thought that maybe now that it was dead that they both might make a run for it, but the fact that the impala was still behind her calmed that fear at least - she'd sit in the backseat and refuse to get out if they tried to leave her at this point - and so she lingered at the edge of the parkinglot, trying to see what was happening - and if everyone was okay.

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Sam glanced over his shoulder briefly, relieved to see that Jess was all the way over by the motel and no where near danger, before turning back to his brother. He kept his gun trained on the Dog's body, just in case it tried to attack again. He saw Dean's wince from the corner of his eye, but turned his attention back to the Dog, his training keeping him from totally taking his eyes off the corpse until he knew it was dead.

It was Dean's kick to the body that finally let him relax enough to place the revolver into the waistband at the back of his jeans. Giving Dean a small glare at the 'knight' comment, still pissed about the fact that he'd even attempted this job without back up, and especially without him, but he tried to ignore how that made something ache in his chest and instead focused on the anger. The annoyance, and hurt was easier to handle then anything else raging through his brain, especially when it had to do with his brother.

When he gave Dean another look he forgoed the smack he wanted to give him, and settled on just glaring at his disheveled state. 'Shut up, Dean.' Moving past him he walked towards the corpse and took it back into the treeline. They'd most likely been seen already, and the motel owner couldn't have missed the dozen or so shots that had rang out in the air in the woods out behind the motel. Sam knew the response time of the local police, and they had about five to ten minutes before they arrived and arrested them. That meant he had five minutes to burn the body and get his brother and girlfriend out of there before they were caught.

Reaching the treeline he reached into his coat pocket, pulling out the lighter that was always there, along with the salt shaker and quickly salted and burned the corpse. He didn't even glance over at his brother the whole time, trembling with anger and something else, before he moved over and snagged his less damaged arm, and dragged him back over to where Jess was. Relieved to see she was alright, it still didn't lessen his anger at the pair of them, and it showed in his voice as he held out her keys to her. 'Take this back to your apartment as fast as you can, make sure to take a convoluted route so no one can follow you. I've got to help Dean get his stuff and we'll meet you back there, alright?' Giving her a once over he moved close enough to wrap her up in a large hug, kissing the top of her head as he whispered, 'I never wanted you to see this...' And with that he was gone and pulling Dean back towards the motel, and not too carefully.

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The fact that the revolver seemed to work had Jess relaxing, just slightly, but she reserved the soft sigh of relief until the moment when she saw both of them headed back toward her, even with Dean's arm hanging back at the odd angle that meant he'd re-injured it, or at least taken too many falls on it during their scrape. But she knew the look on Sam's face and knew she was at least in a bit of trouble.

She reached out and took the keys with a wince at the tone of Sam's voice, pocketing them quickly and nodded at his instructions. She had a brief flash of panic - what if she left and he and Dean took off? - but pushed the fears away, trusting Sam and the years they'd been together that he wouldn't do that to her.

And then Sam's big arms were around her and she couldn't help indulging in taking a moment to lean into that safe warmth and try and forget everything that had just happened. She shook her head as he spoke, whispering back that she loved him and then let him pull away, watching him tug Dean toward the hotel and heading for her Jetta, sliding in the front seat and adjusting it so she could reach the petals again after Sam had driven it and did as he asked, taking the strangest route she could think of back to their apartment, and trying to process everything that was going on as she drove.

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Sam entered the motel with a mutinous expression on his face, all of the things he wanted to say, roiling through his brain as he turned to shut the door behind them. When Dean pulled his way, his words felt almost like a slap to the face, making him realize that whatever he was going through, his brother was still injured and had almost got mauled by a black dog. And judging by his injuries, he already had been mauled by the dog. That thought making the guilt grow heavier in his chest, wondering that if maybe he'd been there in the first place they both could've avoided Dean getting hurt, but then he remembered why he hadn't been there and the anger returned in full force.

He dragged a hand harshly through his long hair, knowing he was in need of a haircut, but he'd been so busy with school he'd never gotten around to it. He kept his gaze averted, looking over the motel with a critical eye to make sure that his brother hadn't forgotten anything as he heard him leave, both his stubbornness and anger keeping him from dragging Dean back to him and making sure that he was still alive. From the corner of his eye he saw a bottle of liqour resting on the table by the bed, making Sam's heart clench even more.

Sighing he grabbed the bottle, wiping it down, before leaving the motel and locking it behind him. He moved over to the Impala, giving Dean a disgruntled look from the corner of his eye and tossed the bottle in next to his bag in the trunk. 'Can't believe you left that.' Moving around the Impala he opened up the passenger side door and slid into the seat, all but vibrating with all of the things he wanted to say, and berate his brother with, but he knew deep down he had to patch Dean up before he started listening all of the things he'd done wrong.

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Sam sat there in the passenger seat, his fists clenched in his lap, he knew at any other time he would've realized that Dean was too beat up to drive, but he was so filled with the adrenaline and panic from before it was all he could do to stay still in his seat. When Dean finally slid into the driver's seat Sam's fists were clenched so tightly he could feel a few of the more jagged nails cut through his skin, but only enough for a few beads of blood to well up.

He stiffened at his brother's words, turning to look out the window, because he knew if he didn't he'd do something stupid, like punch Dean in the face for even thinking Sam was going to let him leave after all of this. He sat there stewing in the passenger seat the entire way back to the apartment, and as soon as Dean pulled up he reached over and grabbed the keys from the ignition, stuffing them in his pocket and getting out of the car. Moving quickly he opened the trunk and grabbed Dean's stuffing, checking to make sure that Jess' car was in the parking lot with a sigh of relief he hadn't known he was holding.

Not even glancing behind him, knowing his brother wouldn't let the theft of his keys and stuff go unanswered he strode up the stairs to their apartment and knocked on the door, only then realizing he'd given Jess the only set of keys he had on him.

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She'd made it back to the apartment without any problems, though a few times she'd heard sirens in the distance and her heart had jumped to about her throat. She wasn't used to being nervous around cops - she was pretty pathetic when it came to a criminal life, made sure her insurance was always up to date, got her car inspected like she was supposed to, and while she might speed a little, it was never more than ten over - and it was unsettling. But fifteen minutes after she left she was pulling into her normal spot and pulling the keys from the ignition.

Dean had told her to put her leg up and get ice on it, but as she unlocked the door and let herself in and then relocked it immediately (she wasn't going to forget the sight of that Dog anytime soon, and she really didn't want anything unwelcome coming through her front door) she realized she was still way too keyed up to do anything like sit in one place. So she did what she always did when she was nervous - even though it was normally for things like test grades and essays she had writers block on instead of Sam's well being, or the fact that his brother probably really needed a doctor for that shoulder now - and paced. Her ankle hurt, but it really wasn't anything that advil and an ace bandage wouldn't fix, and so she moved around the apartment, checking windows and doors, lingering in the livingroom and looking for any sign of the Impala, ears straining for the rumble of the engine. She'd tried turning on the radio, but the noise had just made her more jumpy, so she'd shut it off and gone back to walking.

Of course, she was so lost somewhere in her thoughts that when Sam's knock finally did come it had her nearly jumping out of her skin. She made her way over and checked to make sure it was him before unlocking the door and ushering them both in with a nervous little smile.

"Ah, thanks, Dean," she added as he walked past, her hand finding his wrist to stop him, "For saving my life back there. I didn't get to thank you before," And she leaned forward and gave him a chaste peck on his cheek before moving to stand by Sam, checking him over for injuries.

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Sam gave Jess a relieved smile when it was her opening the door, he moved past, the urge to wrap her up in a protective hug, but when she turned to Dean, that familiar anger came back. Moving further into the room he tossed Dean's bag onto the couch, but kept the Impala's keys in his pocket, knowing that Dean could care less about the stuff in the bag, it was the keys he would take the second he could and run away.

He turned back to them, watching their exchange with narrowed eyes he crossed his arms over his chest. It was the splash of blood he could see on the ground that made his decision for him, immediately striding over to Dean and pushing his jacket off his shoulders. 'Dammit Dean....why didn't you tell me it was this bad.' Using his anger to cover up how incredibly freaked out he was he manhandled Dean into one of the kitchen chairs, albeit much less forceful then before, and pulled out the industrial size first aid kit he'd stuffed under the kitchen sink.

He gave Jess a rueful glance from the corner of his eye, hating the fact that everything he'd tried to build here away from hunting had been ruined in the span of a few hours, but he wouldn't change his actions for the world. Dean and Jess had been in trouble, the only two people he cared about in the world enough to risk life and limb for, and if that meant that she may run away screaming, he'd just have to ignore that lingering pain and focus on the fact that it looked like the black dog had used him for a chew toy.

Pulling off Dean's shirt, quelling any protests with a heated glare he started to clean and stitch up the wounds, the guilt and anger warring in his stomach as he tried to focus on making sure his stitches were perfect and not on how much he wanted to beat them both for putting themselves in danger like that.

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She snorted at Dean's response, and then shrugged as he commented about her leg. "I was too nervous to just sit around with my foot up and wait, and besides, you're the one who needs medical attention," But then Sam was moving past her again, voice low and angry like she wasn't used to hearing it and all but shoving Dean into the kitchen chair, and he went for the first aid kit, which had her going for a pan, and putting on some water to boil for the tools Sam was going to use to stitch Dean up. She had watched a movie or two, and she did know the importance of keeping things disinfected.

She caught the glance and gave her own little smile and raised her shoulders briefly in a shrug - if Sam thought she was going to go running out the door at the first chance she got, he had another thing coming. Besides, if she'd wanted him out of her life, she just wouldn't have opened the door when he and Dean got back, or even would have just driven to her parents - they were only about an hour away - and never looked back. But she was in too deep for that. She cared about Sam too much for that. Yeah, she was freaking out, and she still didn't quite believe what was going on, but she wasn't just going to bail on him after two years because something stupidly freaky had happened just now.

She moved up behind Sam as he worked, knowing he was still just as pissed at her as he was at Dean, but needing to make sure he was still just as healthy and took a moment while he was threading the needle to press a kiss to his shoulder, affectionate and worried, trying to convey without words her apology. She didn't think it'd get her out of the yelling that was coming, but at least he'd know she did feel bad.

"You want a beer, Dean? Or something a little stronger?"