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JESSICA MOORE
 Posted: Jun 13 2016, 10:50 PM
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Jessica was terrified. She didn't have a phone, no wallet, no ID, Just a cryptic note about finding Sam and what she assumed was enough money for a taxi. She felt violated. Everything seemed fuzzy. She felt drugged. But that couldn't be right, could it? The last thing she remembered was being in Stanford, waiting on Sam to get home.

The address didn't list a city or state, so she had to assume she was still at least in California, right? But why a hotel? Why not her home? This wasn't their home address, either. What was going on? Why wasn't' Sam with her? She needed to know. She had to figure out what was going on.

She went to the bathroom to splash water on her face and give her body a once over. It was indeed her. She didn't even know why she felt so strange, but it showed. She needed to calm down before she drew any unintentional attention towards herself. Just get to Sam. Just get to him and he'll be able to explain everything...

She grabbed the slip of paper and stepped outside of her hotel room. It was a slightly sketchy motel. Something she never would have picked. But none of this was up to her, was it? Who the hell was pulling the strings? It pissed her off more than anything else. She hated being out of control.

Jess hesitantly walked up to the front office, a small room at the front of the row of rooms. The sign out front said "truly vacant motel" and she couldn't help but think [i]yeah, no wonder[/b]. "Um, excuse me? Can I get a taxi?" The guy behind the counter who was already kind of giving Jess the creeps looked confused. "Uber's probably cheaper, but sure. Whatever you want." The hell? What was an 'uber'?

She quietly thanked him and sat down on the faded bench outside to wait. She hated this. All the questions running through her head, all the worry. She wished she at least knew what day it was, but she felt foolish asking. She wanted to know what had happened to her. This was torture.

A yellow car pulled up and the driver smiled at her. "Hi." She said, she hadn't known whether or not the money would get her as far as she needed, but she had hoped whoever was responsible for this would have thought of that. Jess smiled nervously, holding up the crumpled $50 bill and the address. "Will this get me there?" Ugh. She sounded like an idiot.

He was friendly enough, thank god, and assured her that it would. She still couldn't be sure where she was, so she paid close attention to the surroundings as they drove through. The are around them looked pretty rough, almost like construction after a bad earthquake. It was likely, then, that she was still in California. But how much time had passed? And she didn't recognize any of it. So where the hell was she?

It got even more confusing as she went on. They ended up seemingly in the middle of nowhere and for a few seconds, Jess was regretting not having anything to defend herself with, but then then she saw what must be the address she was left with. No freaking way.

The house was a beautiful blue two-story on a ton of land. How? Why? She had so many questions. She handed thanked the man, told him to keep the chance, and let the car door shut behind her. Her mind was spinning. How long had it been? When was his trip with Dean? His mysterious brother did not seem like the type to own a house like this. Somehow, at her new destination, she was even more confused than she had been at the motel.

She tugged at her shirt nervously as she walked up the steps to the front door. The first knock on the door barely made a sound. She paused, told herself to get a grip, and knocked harder. Here goes nothing.

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ANNA-LYNNE ALBRIGHT
 Posted: Jun 15 2016, 03:06 PM
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Things in the Winchester household - on a good day - were purely chaotic. How could they not be with so many people living under roof and so many acquaintances flickering in and out like burning flames?

Sam had his two teenage daughters now; one was diving head-first into a career as a model while the other - a retired con-artist - was falling for the other teenager, Josh, that Dean had taken under his wing to train to be a hunter much as most of the rest of them were.

Eliza... Anna-Lynne wasn't entirely sure where the brunette hunter's head was. She knew that she had found someone back in Italy that she had reluctantly started giving her heart to just before her ex-boyfriend had joined their little team of good guys. Anna-Lynne knew from firsthand experience just how difficult it was to try and move on which was why no one seemed to be pressuring her to get herself together just yet.

Ben was enduring his own break-up but seemed to be taking it in stride and Dean... Well, he was happily married with a new baby - one that was slowly learning how to pull herself up all on her own. Ali would be walking soon and Anna-Lynne knew all too well that that was sure to expose them to a whole new level of chaos.

There were times when the men - Dean and Sam, anyway - had to take cases that were a little further from home than they'd have liked them to be. Anna-Lynne knew when she married Dean that she was marrying his past and his future as a hunter; he wasn't going to give up who he was much as she'd never change the person she had become. They knew what they were getting themselves into when they brought Ali into this world; Anna-Lynne held no resentments towards Dean's career path, even if it wasn't the most practical.

This was one of the many weeks he had been home for, though. Those were Anna-Lynne's favourite; weeks when she didn't have to worry about ending up a single mother. Weeks when she didn't have to worry that he would come home irreparably injured, if at all. He was home, he was safe... He was his loud, obnoxiously flawless self and things were perfect.

Dean was in the kitchen trying to get Ali to eat - something that was growing more and more difficult as she went from milk to soft foods and soft foods to solids - when Anna-Lynne had heard the gentle knock on the front door from the living room.

When almost everyone you knew lived with you, it left little room for front-door-surprises. She highly doubted that it was any of her family members - they always text beforehand to ensure she was even home - and it wasn't like either Dean nor Sam had any lingering relatives...

Raising a curious eyebrow, Anna-Lynne crossed the living room in her bare feet, running a hand through her long blonde hair as she pushed it back and away from her face just in time to open the front door. The face on the other side, however, was very much unfamiliar.

"Can I help you?"

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JESSICA MOORE
 Posted: Jun 16 2016, 11:59 AM
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Jess had never been someone you describe as timid. Ever. Hell, she was a nursing student, you couldn't do that job and be shy! She hardly ever met someone she didn't like and she was 100% a people person. But something had changed, and the fact that she didn't know what had changed her was the problem.

Her anxiety levels had gone through the roof since she had woken up in that hotel room just 30 or so minutes ago and it was only seeming to get worse by the second. Things were making less and less sense, everything she had known before she woke up had gone completely out the window. And now, when the only face she wanted to see was Sams, for him to hold her tight and tell her that everything was going to be ok, a beautiful blonde had answered what was supposed to be his door.

Jess took a hesitant step back as she tried to figure out what to say. This entire situation was beyond strange to her. "Um...sorry." She found herself laughing nervously, not making eye contact with the curious girl at the door. How the hell did salesmen do this sort of thing? Or girl scouts? Well...they had it easy....they came armed with Thin Mints.

"Maybe I have the wrong address..." She looked down at the now crumpled piece of paper in her hand. "I was looking for a Sam Winchester?" The smallness of her voice irked her more than anything. Jess was not one to cower. Who the hell did this to her? More importantly, what did they do to her?

Now, she was embarrassed. What if she did have the wrong house? What then? She had already let the cab go. She had no money and no way to get ahold of Sam or anyone she knew. She had no idea where she was. She felt the familiar prick of tears in her eyes and blinked them back quickly as she took a breath. This was absolutely insane.

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SAMUEL WINCHESTER
 Posted: Jun 19 2016, 10:26 PM
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Life had definitely taken an interesting turn lately. Sam Winchester had never really had a normal life; the majority of his life had been spent hunting. Whether he was doing the hunting himself or just being dragged along while his dad did the hunting, he didn't live the standard life that many others did.

For the most part. There had been a brief period of uninterrupted time of happiness. He had enough time in college to get his degree, and had a year and a half with an amazing girl that he had envisioned a future with. His past had come back to haunt him, and she had died the same way his mother had, and he was sucked back into the hunting lifestyle.

His only regret was that she had lost her life for the sole reason that she was with him. She had been killed because of a demon that had it for the Winchester family. If she had never met him, never gotten involved with him...She'd still be alive right now.

But he had to move on from that. He could dwell on it all he wanted but he couldn't be miserable the rest of his life. Especially considering the fact that he now had two twin daughters under his roof. That had been a totally unexpected surprise, though not unwelcome. He hadn't really known what it was like to have no other purpose but to protect his two girls, and he wouldn't trade it for anything. It was one thing to have Dean's back, but something completely different to be responsible for two teenagers. He loved them with his entire self.

He and Dean were still hunters, despite both being fathers now. It was something that they couldn't just stop doing, not when they were the ones who could help the world get rid of a little problems. They put a lot of pressure on themselves after everything they've endured in their lives, and it wasn't something they could just cut out cold turkey.

Sam found that he was still the most efficient at research, and so he found himself either at the library or in his bedroom surrounded by his older books. The latter is where he was that day, trying to dig out some information on an old family that was living in New Orleans. He was just getting ready to close his book to go down and make an appearance when there was a knock on the door. It was unusual really, because their home wasn't really listed and as far as he knew, everyone was home.

He ran a hand through his growing hair as he bounded down the stairs, looking up over Anna-Lynne's to see who was at the door. He stopped in his tracks, one hand in his hair, the other on the banister, one foot on the stair and the other on the floor. "This..What is this? This isn't...funny." He looked to Anna and back to the person behind the door, his heart laying in a puddle on the floor.




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JESSICA MOORE
 Posted: Jun 23 2016, 04:12 PM
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In quite possibly any other circumstance, she would have thought this through. She would have caught the concerned look, the way the color drained from his face as if he saw a ghost. But this was not any other circumstance.

Jess had spent enough of this day questioning literally every moment, so when she saw Sam's face nothing else mattered. She had no idea who the girl at the door was, she had no idea what day it was or of her location. But as she stepped past the stranger to run to the only man she'd ever loved, she pushed all of that aside.

"Sam!" She was across the room in what seemed like seconds, especially considering her short time conscious had seemed to drag so slowly so far. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on tight. Here with him was home, no matter what had happened.

She pulled back, just far enough to see his face. "I missed y--" Jess had never been slow to the draw, but this time she was. She didn't understand why he looked so crushed. She gently placed a hand on his face. "What's wrong?"

And just like that, the pit in her stomach was back. Maybe he hadn't been there when she woke up because he didn't want to be. Maybe he didn't realize that she would be able to find him so easily. They weren't in Stanford anymore, that much she was almost 100% certain, maybe he had thought he had a clean break...but that didn't make sense.

He was only supposed to be gone a few days. He wouldn't have left her, not like that. She hadn't even been under the impression that he much liked his brother...he wouldn't just bail without talking to her about it, right? They had only known each other for a year, but it had seemed like forever.

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ANNA-LYNNE ALBRIGHT
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"May I ask why you're looking for Sam Winchester?" Anna-Lynne was a territorial person by nature, but after all that she had fallen witness to over the years? She had every reason to be. It wasn't that long ago that she had answered the door only to have someone brutally slaughter her in their living room, cutting the still-beating heart out of her chest (quite literally). That was a trauma she would never be able to get over and a trauma she would never want to see inflicted on someone that she loved.

She could both hear and feel Sam approaching; his head peeking over her shoulder (not that it took much effort on his part; he towered over her on a good day) but anything he had tried to say had been cut short by the woman at the door as she was bounding inside so expectantly that Anna-Lynne found herself being shoved against the open door as the blonde pushed her way into the house's entrance.

Even if Anna-Lynne hadn't fallen victim to murderous, heart-craving demons in the past and even if she didn't have werewolves for brothers or know that demon possessions happened more frequently than the world cared to know about, Dean Winchester had still been the one to train her. It didn't matter that she had experience with the horrible things in the world when the world's best hunter had been the one to ensure she could protect herself.

With a child as young as Ali in the house however... Weapons were not at their disposal as they once had been. Anna-Lynne's crossbow was in the open, but her arrows were on the decorative table near the door that typically housed everyone's car keys and Anna-Lynne's purse. Accessible, but easily out of Ali's tiny reach.

The other female was practically lunging at Sam which had Anna-Lynne using her foot just under one of her bow's side-strings to kick it up into her left hand while her right grabbed one long, thin arrow topped with a solid silver arrowhead. From there it only took the blonde hunter a mere second to have the arrow lodged in the flight groove between either riser; her thumb tapping the retention spring as she closed the space between she and the other blonde.

Said other blonde seemed to be hesitating in her physical contact towards Sam, but her arms were still around his neck. Anna-Lynne's left hand was grabbing the girl by her right shoulder, prying her back just enough to have the arrow of her crossbow pressed up and under the woman's chin until she could guide her back a few paces by applying pressure to her skin with the arrowhead. "Woah there, Ted Bundy! How about we stick to a no-touching policy?" Even once a safer distance away, Anna-Lynne's stance in front of Sam remained steady; the crossbow now pointed at the woman's throat.

"Thank you for introducing yourself! My name is Anna-Lynne Winchester, thank you for asking, and as you can see, I have an arrow pointed at your Carotid artery. This crossbow's a little heavy, my finger's slipping on the trigger and I can't seem to find a way to trust you enough to aim elsewhere, so how about we ask the questions and you take a seat before we call whatever psychiatric ward you've escaped from?"

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This was cruel. Whatever this was, whoever this was, it left Sam completely speechless. Jessica was dead. He had watched her die, and then he had relived it nearly every night in his dreams. So there was no way that she should be standing in front of him, attempting with all her strength to leap into his arms.

Either she wasn't real, he was dreaming, or this was a trap, a demon after them. So why couldn't he just do what he was supposed to and take action? Put her down, or question her, or just...anything except for just stand there?

Her arms were around him suddenly and he stayed frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't think, and he knew that Dean would beat the shit out of him later for this. He'd hear about it, that's for sure, but he couldn't focus on that when this ghost of his ex-love was in front of him.

Thank god for Anna-Lynne, because who knows how long he would have stood there in shock? As soon as Anna-Lynne pulled her off of him and pointed her cross-bow at her chest, he blinked, finally snapping out of whatever state of shock he was in. His jaw clenched and he grabbed the baseball bat that they had appropriately placed at the base of the stairs for easy access.

He held the grip tightly but held the bat resting on his shoulder, stepping forward to stand just behind Anna. He knew that she could take care of herself, and he wouldn't have to put on a front to try to protect her. She didn't need it. He whispered a quiet apology to her, internally cringing at the thought of the berating and joking that could potentially ensue when all this was over.

"Jessica is dead. I'd strongly advise you tell us who you really are and maybe we'll kill you quickly." A tiny piece of his heart hoped that she was real, that this was his Jessica, but he had seen her die. They had enemies, and he wouldn't put it past any of them to go to an extreme such as this to get to them, and he was stupid enough to let her touch him. He wouldn't be stupid enough to believe it was truly her.




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The strange blondes threats had her petrified, but it wasn't till Sam looked her in the eyes, told her that she was dead, that he would kill her, that she took a hesitant step back. She heard herself make a small squeaky noise before she felt tears start to slip down her face.

She wanted to run. She wanted to be as far away from wherever here was just for her own safety but she knew they wouldn't allow that. She looked over Sam's features. There was no mistaking it was her Sam. He looked more tired, a bit older, and his hair was longer, but the cold glare was what had her heart shattered on the floor. She had never seen that look before.

Shaking like a leaf, Jess slowly put her hands up. "Please, don't." She finally managed to get out, trying very hard not to start sobbing. Whoever the girl was, she was sure she couldn't be talked down. But Sam...she had to have at least a small chance. "It's me." She didn't know what else to say, what could she say?

"How do I prove it? Ask me anything." Just those words coming out of her mouth sparked a small hope that she could do this, that somehow this would all be explained and she could come out of this alive. "I waited for you to get home from your trip with Dean. I baked you cookies. Then I woke up in some creepy motel, I don't know, about 20 minutes from here? All I had was a piece of paper." She spoke fast, trying to get him to give her a chance before blondie shot an arrow through her heart. She moved her right hand just as slowly as she had raised it towards her pocket.

She pulled the piece of paper out and put her hand back up, afraid to make any movements towards them. "Why would I be dead?" The question slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself. It was the one part of what he said that really shook her to the core.Then it hit her. She looked between the two of them, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "How long has it been since your dad's hunting trip?" How long had she been gone?

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Ben had tried to mind his own business, really, he had, but it just so happened he was home today. It just so happened it was hotter than heck outside with 99% humidity so he was up in his room laying on the bed with all his fans on, and Bangalore sprawled out on her belly right in front of the AC vent. At first it hadn't been hard, but as oices became raised and penetrated the buzz of the fans he finally wrenched himself out of bed. He went to the door opening it slightly, some smart-aleck comment already on his tongue when he heard the snick, of Annas crossbow arming and froze. This was serious? Hells.

He watched down the stairs at the situation, so obviously weird and degenerating quickly. On the one hand uncle Sam could hardly be blamed for freaking out, but on the other hand he could be a little more subtle, and anyway what did he think he was going to accomplish with a baseball bat? It wouldn't so much as make a dent in anything really dangerous, and if she wasn't really dangerous then he would just be beating his late girlfriend to death... back to death. His Dad and Sam were always so damn trigger happy! Sure they were the voices of experience, but come on, at least give people a chance to be people before assuming they were demons or revenants

You were never to experienced to be polite right? Or to be reminded that sometimes a freaked out dead person was just freaked out, and not as dead as you thought. Maybe you should check on that before bashing their head in with a baseball bat, or holding them at gunpoint. Anyway hadn't members of this family come back from the dead often enough to accept that possibility for others? I mean it was a running joke that you weren't really a Hunter until you'd died once and come back.

Ben sighed and slipped back into his room briefly, put on a silver ring he'd dug out of the bag of scrap silver they kept for melting into bullets, then grabbed a little holy water and dampened his hands with it before heading out his door. He could knock out 75% of the really nasty possibilities by just shaking this womans hand now, and not scare her anymore than she already was. "Hey no shooting before introductions!" He called with a smile as he headed down the stairs, coming around from behind Jessica now, and moving between her and Anna and Sam.
"Hey, I'm Ben, what did you say your name was? Oops...."
He gave her a damp(and totally holy) handshake before she could object, then looked apologetic and wiped his hands on his shorts afterwards.
"Sorry just washed them, my bad. Do you want to maybe sit down? Might make Anna feel a little better..."
He gestured politely to a nearby wooden chair that was usually covered in jackets, but currently was only home to a stray sweater. There happened to be a box of kleenex, mostly used for baby boogies, on a little table beside that and he handed them to her since the woman was in tears, smiling kindly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sure we can figure this out once everyone calms down."

Ben turned back to his uncle eyebrows nearly escaping into his hairline. He pulled the flask of holy water out of his pocket, and wiggled his finger to show off the still untarnished silver ring, that had very obviously not had any effect on Jessica either.
"She's clean uncle Sam, now put down the bat and stop acting like you never saw anyone brought back from the dead before!"

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While Ben wasn't Anna-Lynne's biological son, there was a certain protectiveness that had come so damn naturally to her as far as the younger male was concerned. It wasn't maternal - at least she didn't think so; the blonde hunter had always had a hard time wrapping her head around the role of a step-mother given she had absolutely no experience with step-mothers whatsoever.

Anna-Lynne never wanted to shadow his biological mother's role in his life by trying to force herself into Ben's world as some maternal figure or another; she and Ben had been friends before she had married Dean; she liked to believe that they would always have that bond because it was quite true that she loved him as much as she loved any other member of the Winchester family.

At the same time, she also understood that Ben was just as curious about Dean and Sam's world as Anna-Lynne had been in the beginning. She had absolutely no problem in respecting that but she highly doubted that there would ever be a day where she didn't long to protect him from anything and everything she possibly could.

It was no different as she heard him bounding down the stairs towards the female in question; even though Anna-Lynne knew that he could take care of himself, she couldn't help but feel her body tensing up and her finger lingering closer to the trigger of her crossbow as her blue eyes watched his interactions with this 'Jessica' being.

Ben could easily take care of himself, that much was evident as he went about shaking the woman's hand that was sprinkled with holy water and bore a single silver band around one of his fingers. While that was evidence enough that she held no weaknesses that most supernatural beings did, Anna-Lynne couldn't help but to narrow her blue eyes ever so slightly. Maybe she wasn't a vampire or a werewolf, but that didn't mean that she wasn't something. There was more out there than the things they saw most frequently, after all...

"I'm sorry, but I'm not dropping this anytime soon." She, of course, was referring to her crossbow. "And quite frankly? I'm still not fond of this conversation taking place inside the house so if you mean well? Maybe it's best you leave."

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His head was spinning. There was no way that Jessica could be alive; he watched her burn on the roof of their bedroom. Then again, how many times had he and Dean made their way through Purgatory? It wasn’t impossible that this happened and yet…

He knew the one who had killed her. He saw her on fire, he watched as she burned on the ceiling of the home they shared and could do nothing to stop it, nothing to save her, and it was all his fault. She had died because of him, because he was trying to get out of the hunting business. Because he wanted him to lead his army. Sam wanted out, and Jessica paid for it with her life.

It had changed his life. That fateful day that he tried to turn down Dean’s plea to help him find their dad was the day he lost his future. He had never wanted the hunter life. When he had met Jessica, he saw another option for his life. He saw another direction, one that was supposed to end in happiness. White picket fence, 2.5 kids, a minivan…

That all came crashing down the minute he saw her on the ceiling and lost her. Gone, erased in that moment. From then on he was determined for revenge, for his mother and for Jessica and for his dad. For himself and for Dean…While they had taken care of Azazel, it didn’t change what he had done, and why.

Since then, Sam had lived with the guilt. People died because of him, and while he knew that he could not live like that, or ever be happy with that on his shoulders…It was hard to break that. Everything he did was to make sure that no one else died for him. Dean, Harlyn, Harper, Anna-Lynne, Ben, Ali, Eliza, Josh…He’d die before he let them get hurt.

And that was why he couldn’t just drop everything and believe that it was Jessica. Because he could be wrong. He was probably wrong. And he could not risk his family like that by being so fucking gullible.

As Ben rambled downstairs and shook her hand, he stared, slightly shocked. He knew what he was doing, and when nothing happened from his holy water or ring, Sam’s confusion only elevated. She explained what had happened before she had died, and accurately so. But any demon could easily read into his mind or have known that. Still…

He shook it away. Anna had every right to want her out, at least until they knew for sure. She had a baby, he had his twins…Well shit. That would be fun to explain to Jess, if she was legit…

He knew that anything he asked her, any demon would know. But he wasn’t willing to just let Anna shoot without knowing, or let her in without knowing either. He couldn’t make an objective decision on this. ”Let’s at least take this outside. Anna, Ben? Please?” He didn’t want to send Jessica, or whoever it was, out without answers, but he couldn’t risk having her in his house.

He took a few steps forward while indicating the open door, and as he ushered her outside he reached up above the doorjamb where he hid a long knife and discretely tucked it into his long sleeve, handy in case he needed to act fast.





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Jessica had never been more relieved in her life. The second a boy bounded down the stairs and stepped in front of the bow pointed at her chest, she wanted to pick him up and hug him. He had kind eyes and looked as if he knew something the others didn’t, but of course, he was a kid. There was trust there that you simply didn’t find in adults.

Clearly someone or something had hurt the love of her life in the time that she had been away, exactly how much time had passed she still couldn’t figure out, but she knew something was very wrong. He didn’t seem happy, not to see her, not in general. She looked over the boy again at him as the blonde continued to threaten her. He was her only hope to escape alive. Jess had a feeling that she wouldn’t hesitate just for Ben’s sake.

At his offer to at least take it outside, Jess nodded softly, murmuring a quiet ”Thank you.”, but still afraid to make any sudden movement. She waited for their lead. As the situation seemed to defuse ever so slightly, Jess stole a glance around the room looking for any hint of an answer. Her mind wondered to who this girl was to Sam, maybe it had been so long that he had found love in someone else…but that didn’t make sense, did it? It couldn’t have been that long since Dean showed up in their house.

She had stared for a good while at herself in the mirror of that dingy motel room, and she didn’t look any different as she did yesterday, or…what seemed like yesterday. As she stepped back across the threshold that she was pretty sure to remember as the one that changed her life for good, she finally took an actual breath. Maybe if she was outside, the girl, Anna, might step back a bit.


She wasn’t very comfortable walking with her back turned, and it felt strange not to trust Sam, but she couldn’t help it. Not with weapons drawn and the hostility she could never had dreamed of. She was still very much trying to control her emotions, her mind racing to distract her from just collapsing all together in a mix of frustration and sadness. As she turned to face Sam again, she realized all she really wanted to know was how did they get here?


”Why would I be dead?” She asked again, her voice slightly stronger than it was inside the house. She wasn’t in a position to demand answers, but she deserved them. She hadn’t done anything to these people. She didn’t even know them. All she was guilty of was being in love with the man standing in front of her and being very, very, very confused.

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Anna-Lynne's blue eyes were easily able to pick up on the fact that Sam had armed himself as he practically rushed the other blonde out of the house. It was good that he was keeping a level head in this type of situation; she could tell that he was thrown off, but maybe that was what this girl - this thing - wanted. For him to let his guard down so that she could act against him in whatever way she may or may not be planning.

The last thing she ever wanted to see happen was a fight to be brought to their home. It was bad enough that the city was plagued with impure hearts and soulless beings, but for them to show up to the Winchester home looking to bring the fight to the unprepared family... well, that was another thing altogether. One that put the lives of the kids at risk just as much as the professionally trained adults.

There was a part of Anna-Lynne that wondered if she should join Sam outside or if he would be able to handle this being on his own. She knew he might want some privacy given the other blonde had a familiar face - one that Anna-Lynne wasn't at all familiar with, of course - but there was another part of Anna-Lynne that knew she couldn't protect the kids - her own infant, included - if she didn't know what was happening.

If Sam lost to this woman and she blew her way back inside like she owned the place, whose to say that Anna-Lynne could get to a weapon quickly enough to fend her off? She knew deep down that it was better to be cautious rather than to watch the situation quickly become a worst case scenario when she could have easily stepped in and prevented it from becoming just that.

The blonde hunter didn't bother to put her crossbow down; the arrowhead still pointed at the other blonde female's back as she watched her exit the house alongside Sam. She was quick to follow, keeping her distance just enough to get a better view of the woman's movements in case she began to so much as make a single move towards Sam that wasn't anticipated nor appreciated.

There wasn't much that Anna-Lynne could say to answer the other blonde's question as she had never met her in her life, so instead of shoving herself into the conversation that so clearly needed to take place between said other blonde and Sam, Anna-Lynne hovered on the front porch. Crossbow still aimed and locked on the other woman, just in case she needed to take quick action.

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Ben made a slight face, outside was hardly the ideal place to hold a calm and civilized conversation, the heat alone was enough to fray a persons temper, but he sighed and went along with it, only because he knew that look. Anna-Lynn was in full defense and she wasn't going to be swayed. Ben was confident that the other woman wasn't a threat, most dead things offered one of two reactions to silver, either they were burned by it or more subtly, they tarnished it black - the type of creatures that didn't elicit either reaction? Well they weren't likely to be stopped by a crossbow either. It was true, a person could have something to do with demons without being one of them, but it probably still meant she wasn't an immediate threat to anyone.

"Well if that's what it takes for everyone to calm down then I can't argue." He said keeping himself slightly between Jessica and Anna as she and Sam headed out the door, ushering her outside and turning on the porch fans so at least they would have a breeze to help cool them and keep the mosquitoes away during their conversation. The screen door slammed behind Anna as they went out, so likely Dean knew that everyone had made their way outside as well.

Ben hung back by Anna-Lynne and gave her arm a gentle squeeze before leaning casually up against the side of the house one eye to his uncle and the other towards his step-mother. "It'll be fine! If it's any comfort, Bangs will probably head for the kitchen once she realizes I'm not there." Bangalore loved hovering around Alex, his baby sister quickly becoming the pitbulls second favorite person in the house, due to her messy eating habits and the fact that the cats avoided her loud cries and grabbing hands.

Not that he felt there would be any need for the guarding. This really did look like a case of someone just brought back from the dead after a sudden and surprising end with no memory of what had happened, and as a normal person no idea of how much time could have passed. Ben felt sorry for her really, if she had been his uncles girlfriend, Sam had probably moved on and now his dilemma was explaining that to the poor woman.

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Was it such a stretch that yet another person close to one of the Winchesters was brought back from the dead? No, in all actuality it wasn’t. Surprisingly enough, it seemed to be the norm, not that death - or the rising from it - was something they’d ever get used to. His own deaths, Dean’s deaths, Anna-Lynne’s…It didn’t matter how many times you died and came back, it took a lot out of you and your loves ones.

Sometimes it even takes your soul…

So why was it particularly hard to believe that the same could happen with Jess, the love of his life, the one whose death was his fault? Why was it easier to automatically assume that the female that stood before him looking devastatingly like the woman he was to be married to was a demon? That she wasn’t real?

What would be more difficult to bear, demon Jessica or real Jessica? Honestly, at this point he didn’t know. If she were a demon, he’d have to kill her, or expect Dean to, or Anna-Lynne or Ben or Josh. To them, it would be just another demon. Even to Dean, who never got to know Jess, she’d be just another face. But Sam would know. He’d have to watch her die again, as if seeing her die in his dreams every night wasn’t enough.

If she were real…Then he’d have to admit what he was, what they did. She’d find out that he was his own brand of monster. She’d know that she had been brutally murdered by a demon because of him. And that was hard to take in for him and it would be even harder for her.

He could tell by her stance as he followed her outside that she was extremely uncomfortable and that she was terrified out of her mind. It made it all the more difficult to keep this up. His natural instinct was to pull her in, to protect her, to know he’d never cause her any harm or pain. But he couldn’t promise that. Even if she was real.

A low curse escaped his lips. ”Because I saw you die. It’s my…Damnit.” He took a deep breath and looked to Anna-Lynne and Ben. Ben believed her to be harmless. Anna-Lynne saw her as a threat. Damnit, where was Dean? ”I don’t know what the hell to do.” His words were more to Anna and Ben than Jess as he ran a hand over his face in complete and utter confusion.




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Sam had obviously lost his mind somewhere along the way. How could she be dead? She was standing right there in front of him!

She could tell he was hurting, she could see it in his eyes....but she didn't understand any of this, so how could she help? She looked back at the two on the porch, one with a friendly face, the other with a weapon still aimed at her, then turned back to Sam. None of this made any sense.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna need a second." She whispered weakly. Her mind was racing a 100 miles a minute. What the hell was going on? Jess was a logical person, smart and well educated, she could sort this out, right? Going through their quick exchange in her head, she could pinpoint a few things easily.

One, Sam was sure she was dead. But that didn't make any sense. Death isn't forgiving. She was breathing, she was alive, she had feelings, she wasn't dead. Two, she still didn't know how much time had passed or who was responsible for this. Three, where was Dean and who were these strangers? Were they related? Sam had never talked much about his family but she could swear up and down that he didn't have a sister..and her last name was Winchester?

She felt like she was going to have a panic attack. As much as she wanted to reach for Sam, her head told her not to and that made her heart hurt. "I'm right here, Sam. I'm ok....for the most part." She was still petrified. She was still confused and hurt and worried that the life she loved had changed too much to ever welcome her back from wherever she had been.

"Like I said, I remember Dean coming to get you, your dad was on a hunting trip and he was worried that something had happened, so you went with him." Her voice was quiet and gentle. She was now very self-aware of anything that could come off as a threat to her audience. She wished she was doing this alone.

"The day you were supposed to come back, I remember baking cookies and then...it kind of all goes fuzzy. I don't know why or how I ended up in some sketchy motel and I don't even know where the hell I am."

Her voice was getting slightly stronger, she hated the way she felt right now and it was her instinct to fight, not cower. This wasn't fair to her. "All I had was a note that told me to find you, and this address was on it. That's it. I don't want to hurt you. I don't know why you'd want to hurt me."

That part was probably the most confusing next to them referencing her death multiple times now. His voice saying he'd kill her was something she wouldn't ever stop replaying in her head. Why would he be so angry with her? What had she done to excuse the blonde behind her to still be aiming for her chest with a crossbow?

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Anna-Lynne couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched Ben using himself to keep some distance between she and Jessica. He was so much like his father, it was insane... Always willing to put others before himself, and always looking for solutions to seemingly complex problems. There wasn't a single doubt in the blonde's mind that he was going to become an amazing man and would do so many amazing things...

That thought somewhat lingered in her mind as everyone moved outside. It was easier this way; she wouldn't have to worry about this stranger of a woman bringing any harm to her young daughter. It was one large weight off her shoulders, but that didn't mean that this woman wasn't still dangerous or that she wasn't looking to bring harm to Anna-Lynne, Dean or their family.

She offered Ben as reassuring a smile as she could upon feeling him squeezing her arm gently. He surely already knew that she'd never let anything happen to him; both Anna-Lynne and Dean would happily accept death before they ever let someone or something bring harm to Dean's son.

Sam was confused - rightfully so - but Anna-Lynne could only shake her head gently in reply to his words. It was impossible to know what to do in circumstances like this, that was true, but Sam needed to think about the greater good of the family, not just his own greater good. It was a beautiful thought to think that maybe his ex-girlfriend was back from the great beyond, but who would bring her back? Surely anyone that loved her enough to go to those great lengths would have known Sam and would have run it by him...

"Listen, lady... We could stand here and listen to everything you have to say, but that's not going to change the fact that we have no idea who - or what - you are, let alone why you're here. Sam and Dean had a house in Italy and only moved here in the last few years... How would you have gotten this address?"

Surely there weren't too many people outside those that actually lived in this house that knew who it belonged to; Dean and Sam didn't exactly have the largest group of friends...

"It just doesn't add up. Anyone that you and Sam knew would have found a way to give him a heads up. They would have done more than just leave some random note or another for you with an address no one should even have. As far as I'm concerned, you should just leave..."

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Ben really wished he didn't feel obligated to stay, wished his dad could come out and do what he was fumbling to pull off. Dean would be able to get Anna to lower her weapons, would know just what to say to kick Sam out of his emotional paralysis and get him thinking again, he would recognize Jessica, would maybe know how she acted. There was that instinct born out of long experience. Benjamin clever as he was for a teenaged boy just didn't have that kind of instinct. Sure he was smart enough, he could run every test any of his uncles could. He knew how finesse them in a way all his own,and he had a social instinct that Sam and Dean sometimes struggled with, but this was a situation where a good strong instinct and a voice of experience would have really helped.
"Well that sucks, Uncle Sam. Because you're the only one here who can decide what to do."
The teenager was pretty sure he had shown the poor bewildered woman wasn't an immediate threat, even if he and Anna weren't there to back Sam up.

"I mean, she's right, obviously whoever pulled this off wasn't doing you any favors. But I don't think they were doing her any favors either." After all Jessica had been dead since... Hell, Bush had been President the last time she had been alive right? Now here she was in the future. No memory. Had she been a good person? She seemed from what little he could tell, like a kind person, very sweet in her bewilderment. She could have been angry. But instead she was afraid, and hurt. If she had been in the good place, then dragging her back down here wasn't for her benefit either. The only things she had in this world now was Sam. "But that doesn't mean she's dangerous in herself."

Good people did terrible things with the best of intentions. Angels could nuke whole cities, use torture, and coercion to get their way. The King of Hell could throw everything he had on the line just to stop the Apocalypse. So maybe someone meant to hurt Sam, but Jessica was innocent. Caught in the crossfire yet again. Yanked out of her Heaven, memory scrubbed and thrown down into the Big Easy with nothing but Sam's name, and the Winchesters address.

"I... I don't feel like running her off is the right thing to do, Anna. I think she's a victim here too, maybe more than anyone else. But it's Sam's call... were you at a hotel?" He asked her his tone kind, and the puppy eyes in full effect. Still hoping his visible concern for her might soften Anna's stance. "I could give her a ride back to town and maybe we could use one of the spare cards to set her up someplace till you guys can figure this out?" Not like there weren't enough fraudulent credit cards floating around here, it would be no skin off their backs to offer her such a small thing.

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Normally, Dean wasn’t the type to show up late to parties. Hell, he was usually the host: bring on the fire and flame, and damned be you if you thought you were getting away clean. But ever since Ali was born, he and Anna had sort of adopted a policy (read: he had asked and maybe even cajoled his wife a little to help him come up with a plan) that if they sensed danger (Will Robinson!), they’d get their infant daughter spirited away to safety before joining the fray.

Now, hypothetically, and not too little presumptuously, Dean had assumed this task would normally fall to Anna, if only because she was less trained as a hunter than he was. However, the best laid plans of mice and men (and the only line he remembered from that book… or was it a movie?) didn’t anticipate that maybe Dean might actually end up being in a better position to ensure Ali was passed off to their designated ad hoc-babyguard rather than Anna. But since Dean had been playing “airplane, meet mouth” with his daughter when Jessica showed up, and Anna had not been, it was Dean that dialed his brother-in-law, and handed off Ali when the wolfish cop showed up at their back door. Vincent would take his niece off to stay at his heavily-defended place (the guy did MMA for shits and giggles, for crying out loud) until Dean or Anna called with the safe word. That way, neither mother nor father had to fret about Ali while they took care of business.

Still, by the time all was sorted, the conversation carrying on in the front room had moved to the porch. Dean was fine with this. It meant they didn’t see where exactly he pulled the pistol from, nor would they notice him creeping towards the front door from the shadowed part of the room. Anna’s blonde head was the first one he accounted for, then Sam’s—who could miss that boulder? Ben, and…

He had to accept that in order to figure out what the hell was going on that he’d have to reveal himself. That sucked dick. But given the orientation of everyone on the porch to the open front door, he couldn’t very well try to toss holy water or salt at the one person who shouldn’t be there. Sam had said he saw her die. That didn’t mean much in their world, but Jessica had kinda been dead for so long that he couldn’t really fathom how or what could bring her back without some nefarious purpose supporting it. What with the house defended to the high hills with hex bags, iron, and salt-infused paint anyway, it was unlikely that Jess was anything creepy or crawly or in between… but, well, Dad always said. Never assume.

Dean stepped out past the threshold, gun held high and pointed at Jessica’s sternum. “I’m going to have to ask you to state your business, because things just got real freaky-deaky here, and I don’t like it.

He had overheard earlier Ben trying to diffuse the situation, and while he appreciated what his son was trying to do, Dean knew Ben didn’t have a whole lot of experience with the true fuckery that the world could provide a la carte to the Winchesters. This wouldn’t be the first time someone reappeared unbidden out of their past instead of staying in their grave like a good little corpse. Granted, Jessica could be a victim in this situation—hell, that was the most likely answer—but it didn’t still didn’t account for the fact there simply wasn’t some random fairy-necromancer out there raising the longed-for dead out of the good of his cold, dead, boney-assed heart. People come back from beyond their dirt nap, there was a reason.

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Sam didn't know what hurt more, his head or his heart. It was one thing to have your brother rise from the dead when you were the one pulling him from Hell. It was one thing coming out of Hell yourself. But to see the woman you once loved, that will always love, that you saw burn on your own ceiling, come back...It was painful. The memories, the heartbreak and devastation, all of it, rushed back to him and in a wave.

Who would do this? He tried to pick his brain. Who did he know that would or could bring her back or at least know enough about her to imitate her if she was indeed...not her? He knew there were plenty who had the motivation but the reason? The ability? It didn't make sense.

He cringed as she whispered, needing a minute, stepping forward as if he was going to...what? Take her hand? Put his arms around her? That was his instinct, naturally. But he had to be careful. He couldn't believe her just yet. Could he at all? He knew he was acting like an angsty teenager. There was nothing to do about that just now.

She kept talking, and his heart kept sinking lower and lower. It was his fault that she had died, gone through that. He had left her. He had abandoned her to her fate, and he should have known better. He should have known that his past would catch up with him at some point, because there was no way he had truly escaped all that. He had lived with the guilt of that ever since, and seeing her back...Whether it was her or not...The struggle was very obvious on his face. He used to pride himself on his ability to maintain self control and keep things calml but lately...

"Jess..." He didn't know what he would have said before he stopped himself. He sighed as he gave Ben a look that indicated he wasn't being very helpful with the comment. What was Sam supposed to do? He couldn't put his entire family at risk by believing this was his Jess without fully knowing, because if it wasn't he could be the end of them all. But if it was and they turned her away...

Just the thought of that...But he had his daughters to think about. Dean and Anna and Ben and Ali. Josh. He was thankful when Dean showed up. He knew that he had to take care of Ali, there was a plan for that, but he was glad that he was here.

Anna was right, of course she was, but his brain and his heart couldn't agree with each other at all. He turned to his brother, his words a quiet whisper. "Should I take her somewhere else, figure this out..." He knew Ben offered, but he wouldn't put his nephew at that risk. That risk should be on himself, considering she was there for him, real or not.




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