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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She wasn't a Hunter by any stretch of the imagination, but Jess did have the same instincts as every human that had been mostly repressed by the lack of predators in the natural world. About halfway down the trail and she felt all the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she paused, having the strange feeling that something was watching her. She couldn't figure out what, but it made her walk just a little bit faster, and look over her shoulder a few times as she did so.

And then suddenly, the sound of breaking twigs and brush met her ears and she twisted around in time to see a huge black thing sprinting at her, teeth flashing, and bared, and she had just enough time to let out the first half of a scream as it leapt toward her - and Dean hit her from the side, tumbling them both out of the thing's path

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Sam fell asleep to disturbing thoughts, filled with estranged brothers and memories of too many fights to count, and woke up to the ringing of his cellphone in an empty bed. Panic immediately ran through him, imagining all of the different reasons why Jess wouldn't be there, it was probably why he answered the phone, not even looking at the caller I.D. to see who it was, before his gruff voice was muttering out, 'What?'

It was the sound of his brother's voice on the other line that drew him up shirt, years of hearing that same tone of voice in hunts making him immediately stand from his bed. He was already dressing in his heavy duty clothes, ones he'd hidden in the back of his closet so he wouldn't have to see them mixed together with his 'normal' clothes. He was drawn up short by both the fact that Dean had been hunting a black dog, on his own, for god's sake, and now Jess was with him

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She had a few things to say about what Dean had told her, and she could obviously see that it was a black dog, but it wasn't like any kind of dog she'd seen in her life, and as far as she knew normal dogs didn't carry grudges so she figured maybe it was something a bit more than some stray with rabies. Hell, it had to be.

She swallowed as he instructed her to stay near him, stepping closer into his space and watching the forest behind him for any sign that the thing was going to try and sneak up on their blind side. On Dean's blind side. Hell, she wasn't much more than in the way right now, and as she caught another glimpse of the thing as it rustled in the bushes she was pretty damn glad that Dean had shown up when he did. Being bitten or, well, eaten by the thing really didn't seem like any kind of pleasant.

Jess didn't notice Dean was on the phone until she heard him talking, she tried to catch what he was saying, but mostly sort of gathered that he was calling Sam for help. Jesus, this was what they did? No wonder they acted

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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