Sam isn't home when she returns. He hasn't called her either.
Jess scoffs, chiding herself for ever believing that this would work out. She'd been a fool to fall for him. She'd been an idiot for trusting him. People only hurt others, she knew that, but allowed herself to hope and now look at her. Her life is once again in shambles and now she has to rebuild it. Maybe she'll get a dog. At least she won't be lonely that way and dogs listen.
A dog wouldn't lie to her.
Her mind made up, she moves towards their closet. Carefully, she starts pulling out her clothes and folding them on the bed. She needs to leave. Lauren will let her stay the night and tomorrow, she'll call her mom and figure out her next move. Maybe she could come home for the week and just get her head on straight. She just needs to get away from here, from Sam, from those hazel eyes that made her feel like she was the only person who mattered in this vast universe.
Her hand hovers over a duffel bag she doesn't recognize. She's never seen it before and it's clear from the dirt caked on it and tears in the fabric that it's seen better days. Still, curiosity gets the better of her and she pulls it out. Maybe this will let her know who the other woman is. Unzipping it, she's prepared to find a bra or a pair of panties.
She finds bloody clothes instead.
"Oh my God." Jess breathes as she jerks back from the bag. A pair of jeans and one of Sam's plaid shirts are absolutely caked in dried blood. More blood than could be explained away by an injury. This amount of the blood meant someone died.
She can't breathe or think. She needs to get out of here.
The door shuts downstairs and a soft voice calls, "Jess?"
She's dating a murderer, a voice screams in her mind and before she can react, Sam is there, seeing her with the clothes and he moving towards her, explaining, "Jess, wait, just let me tell you--"
"We're done!" She screams instead because she thought she could handle his secrets, but she can't. They've been together too long now. She deserves the truth and if he would tell her his traumas, she could tell him hers, but he won't and it's too late anyways.
"Jess!" He reaches for her, but she jerks away. She leaves the clothes behind--Lauren can get them later--and sprints away, leaving everything she thought she knew behind.
It's time to make a new life, one without Sam Winchester.
But inside, her heart just shatters and tears stream down her face.
Jessica Moore is broken.
Two weeks later, she's back after a trip home, her head on straight.
Lauren greets her at baggage claim, though her face is grim.
"What?" Jess questions.
"Has Sam talked to you?" She asks and Jess shakes her head. He left a few voicemails right when she left, but she never called him back.
"Is something wrong?" And against her better judgment, a wave of worry rises up within her.
"He's missing." Lauren mutters. "Jess, he's been missing for the past week."
She goes back to the old apartment because she doesn't know where else to go.
All her anger dissipated the moment Lauren told her the news. Now, all she feels is grief. She wants to see Sam, to confront him, to hug him, to kiss him, to get some answers. She shouldn't have run away that night. She should've stayed to listen to him. Now, Sam might be dead and it's all her--
The door opens Jess' breath catches.
Sam Winchester stumbles in, bruised, bandaged and a bit bloody, but alive.
He blinks at her, like she's the last person he expected to see, "Jess?"
Crying, she hugs him.
Tomorrow, when her emotions are in check, she'll want the truth. She deserves it, after all. If they really are in this for the long haul, there can be no more secrets between them. No more lies. Just hard, painful truths and unconditional support.
"I'm okay," Sam rubs comforting circles on her back, "I'm sorry, Jess, I'm so fucking sorry. I want to tell you everything, it's just hard for me. I've never . . . I've never let anyone in before."
"I haven't either," She confesses softly. "Tomorrow, let's talk."
"Yeah."
And holding each other, Jessica Moore believes that maybe, just maybe, she can get her happy ending after all.
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RE: Filled: Take My Heart (And Please Don't Break It) 2
Date: 2016-05-03 07:02 pm (UTC)Jess scoffs, chiding herself for ever believing that this would work out. She'd been a fool to fall for him. She'd been an idiot for trusting him. People only hurt others, she knew that, but allowed herself to hope and now look at her. Her life is once again in shambles and now she has to rebuild it. Maybe she'll get a dog. At least she won't be lonely that way and dogs listen.
A dog wouldn't lie to her.
Her mind made up, she moves towards their closet. Carefully, she starts pulling out her clothes and folding them on the bed. She needs to leave. Lauren will let her stay the night and tomorrow, she'll call her mom and figure out her next move. Maybe she could come home for the week and just get her head on straight. She just needs to get away from here, from Sam, from those hazel eyes that made her feel like she was the only person who mattered in this vast universe.
Her hand hovers over a duffel bag she doesn't recognize. She's never seen it before and it's clear from the dirt caked on it and tears in the fabric that it's seen better days. Still, curiosity gets the better of her and she pulls it out. Maybe this will let her know who the other woman is. Unzipping it, she's prepared to find a bra or a pair of panties.
She finds bloody clothes instead.
"Oh my God." Jess breathes as she jerks back from the bag. A pair of jeans and one of Sam's plaid shirts are absolutely caked in dried blood. More blood than could be explained away by an injury. This amount of the blood meant someone died.
She can't breathe or think. She needs to get out of here.
The door shuts downstairs and a soft voice calls, "Jess?"
She's dating a murderer, a voice screams in her mind and before she can react, Sam is there, seeing her with the clothes and he moving towards her, explaining, "Jess, wait, just let me tell you--"
"We're done!" She screams instead because she thought she could handle his secrets, but she can't. They've been together too long now. She deserves the truth and if he would tell her his traumas, she could tell him hers, but he won't and it's too late anyways.
"Jess!" He reaches for her, but she jerks away. She leaves the clothes behind--Lauren can get them later--and sprints away, leaving everything she thought she knew behind.
It's time to make a new life, one without Sam Winchester.
But inside, her heart just shatters and tears stream down her face.
Jessica Moore is broken.
Two weeks later, she's back after a trip home, her head on straight.
Lauren greets her at baggage claim, though her face is grim.
"What?" Jess questions.
"Has Sam talked to you?" She asks and Jess shakes her head. He left a few voicemails right when she left, but she never called him back.
"Is something wrong?" And against her better judgment, a wave of worry rises up within her.
"He's missing." Lauren mutters. "Jess, he's been missing for the past week."
She goes back to the old apartment because she doesn't know where else to go.
All her anger dissipated the moment Lauren told her the news. Now, all she feels is grief. She wants to see Sam, to confront him, to hug him, to kiss him, to get some answers. She shouldn't have run away that night. She should've stayed to listen to him. Now, Sam might be dead and it's all her--
The door opens Jess' breath catches.
Sam Winchester stumbles in, bruised, bandaged and a bit bloody, but alive.
He blinks at her, like she's the last person he expected to see, "Jess?"
Crying, she hugs him.
Tomorrow, when her emotions are in check, she'll want the truth. She deserves it, after all. If they really are in this for the long haul, there can be no more secrets between them. No more lies. Just hard, painful truths and unconditional support.
"I'm okay," Sam rubs comforting circles on her back, "I'm sorry, Jess, I'm so fucking sorry. I want to tell you everything, it's just hard for me. I've never . . . I've never let anyone in before."
"I haven't either," She confesses softly. "Tomorrow, let's talk."
"Yeah."
And holding each other, Jessica Moore believes that maybe, just maybe, she can get her happy ending after all.