#samandjess

Another Winchester x Jess manip. I seriously want her to come back. ~

Two weeks into the Dance lessons, Jess and Sam were doing good, Sam would stumble here and there but that was all. Dean and (y/n) only had the problem of keeping her from falling. It didn’t happen as much as it did when they first started, so it was improvement.

(Y/n) always felt bad when she would trip and they would have to start over again, but Dean always reassured her that it was fine.

It was the end of the lesson and (y/n) had already said bye to everyone , about to get in her car when Jess called out her name.

“(Y/n), could you do me a favor?” She asked, looking a bit sheepish.

(Y/n) nodded her head without hesitation.“ Sure, what’s up?”

“Would you mind going with Dean to look at some things for me?” She asked, quickly adding, “Sam and I would, but we need to find a venue.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” (y/n) smiled earning a hug from Jess. “Thank you, (y/n/n)!”

“It’s no problem, Jess, Really.” She laughed, trying her best not to get strangled by Jess.

Jess pulled away with one last thank you before heading back over to Sam just as Dean walked over to (y/n).

“Sam is going to have his hands full with that one,” commented Dean, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You have no ides, just imagines the kids.” Both smiled at the thought of Sam and Jess’ kids, they would make cute babies. They would have so much energy and get into every little thing….both shuddered, now they would be a handful.

“By any chance, did Sam tell you where we are going?” (Y/n) questioned.

It was good that neither of them were allergic to pollen, because they found themselves surrounded by nothing but flowers. Green, blue, pink, purple, so many beautiful types demanded their attention with the bright colors and intoxicated smell.

The engaged couple had asked of them was to pick some flowers for the wedding. Dean wasn’t too excited to do this task, and (y/n) wasn’t a big fan of flowers since they attracted bee’s, but she did love her best friend and Dean loved his brother.

“Well, let’s get started,” Said Dean leading the way.

(Y/n) followed walking beside him while looking at all the flowers. She kept quiet as her mind thought about what flowers would be perfect for a fall wedding.

The room was spinning as Kristen stumbled towards the bathroom, her left arm held tight against her side.  Crimson blood covered most of her lower arm and a dark spot was growing on her shirt.  Stumbling into cabinet that held the tv, the remote and card saying what things were on demand fell onto the floor.  A pained gasp erupted from her as her knees nearly collapsed, the wall holding her up.  Getting to the bathroom she stumbled to the toilet, falling to her knees over it.  Retching a few times, she emptied her stomach, tears falling down her cheeks as it burned her throat and her side burned.  Flushing the toilet she closed the lid and pressed her cheek against the cold white.

Taking a few deep breaths she moved away from the toilet and leaned her back against the tub.  Pulling her arm away from her side, she let out a whining growl of pain, moving it so she could look at it.  Through the blood she could see the hole and the bubble of skin where the bullet was.  The best she could guess was that it hit something first and then hit her two or three inches below the crease of her elbow.  Since a straight shot would have gone right through the thin skin.  With another whimper she reached and snagged the handle of her bathroom bag/med kit.  Unzipping it, she dug around for the large curved tweezers that were good for getting bullets out.

Setting those in her lap she pulled out the bottle of Jack that was in there as well, setting that with the tweezers.  Grabbing the towel that she had used the morning before she put it in a pile in front of her.  Opening the Jack she took a swing of it before pouring a shot of it over the bullet hole.  Another pained growl slipped from her lips as she grabbed the tweezers and took a few deep breaths.  Pressing them under her skin, she held back the bile that wanted to come out.  Moving it in more she fought harder as she grasped the bullet and pulled it out quickly.  Opening the lid of the toilet, she threw up again, more stomach acid then anything.  Once it was flushed again, she dropped the bullet onto the towel and added another shot over her skin.

Pulling off her tank top she looked down at the large gash that was on her side, close between two ribs.  It wasn't deep, another lucky one that it just clipped her skin and didn't go in, but it was bleeding bad.  Reaching into the bag again, she found the pack of needles and thread.  After pouring a shot of Jack across that, with another curse, she tried to thread the needle.  It took a few tries since her hands were shaking so much, but eventually she got it in.  Stitching up her side took even longer, since turning hurt what already hurt like a bitch.

Eventually she got it done and then started work on the bullet hole that was a bit easier, still hurt like hell though.  Once she was no longer bleeding like a stuck pig, she put all the stuff on the blood and Jack soaked towel.  Undoing her boots, she kicked them off and threw her socks on top of them.  Once she undid her bra and tossed that outside the bathroom door, she took a few more deep breaths.  Reaching back into the tub she put the stopper in place and turned the water on, putting it to a pretty hot temperature.  As it filled up she finally got up and got the rest of her clothes off.  Slipping into the tub she let out a strangled yell as the water hit her new stitches.  After the shock it started to feel better as the water soothed the aches and pains.  Turning the water off with her foot, she sunk to her chin in the water, still shivering a little.

She hadn't expected that they would shoot, though she doesn't know why she didn't.  It wasn't like she didn't hear that night after she kissed the girls that they wanted her dead.  And that was before she did anything really bad to any of them.  Of course they would shoot, ask questions later, that's what she would do.  Hell that is what she was doing and she had a smile on her face when she was doing it.

"Still got them though Kris, they weren't expecting the fire" She smiled a little, shifting in the tub, hissing a little.

The thing now though, she did have a bit of an advantage and a plan.  All she had to do was put on a wig, maybe put on some light cute make up and some sweet innocent looking clothes.  Go to a newspaper and have them run an obit on her, claiming she died of a gunshot wound or something like that.  Maybe even an infection of the gunshots, either way they will think she's dead.  Then she could lay low for a bit, even try and stay away or try and stay close.  She would think about that part later and then after a while and she was healed, she would strike again.

"Hmmm I like that" She whispered to herself, lifting her arm and watching the droplets slip down her skin. "I like that a lot"

A while later, when the water started to cool, she got out and grabbed a new towel.  After she was dry she pulled out some gauze and medicine and fixed them over the stitches.  Once it was done she swallowed three aspirin and went and slipped into the cool motel sheets.  As she laid there, she started thinking exactly what was going to happen in the next few days.

~*~

"Did you guys see the morning paper?" Bobby asked, coming into his kitchen where the four were eating breakfast.

"Anything good?" Dean asked, looking up from his food.

"Well this might be of interest" He said, tossing the paper in front of Dean.

Picking it up his eyes widened as he read over the small article.

"Dean? What is it?" Kristina asked, as the rest of them looked at him.

"Across the states can breath a sigh of relief today" Dean read from the paper. "The mass murderer that was only identified as 'K' was reported dead today"

A collective gasp was heard around the table as Dean cleared his throat. "K, who was identified as a Miss Kristen Cooper was found dead, multiple bullet wounds.  She was found next to a few blocks away from a building that was found burning, two of her latest victims in it.  While it is sad to see life cut so short, seeing as Kristen was only 24 it is necessary when an apple goes bad.  Still no news on who the shooter was that saved us from this menace, we give our thanks to you"

Putting the paper on the table, there was a picture of Kristen under the story.  In it she was wearing a scowl, her red and black hair pushed behind her ears.  The source said it was from a police line up, but back then they couldn't hold her on the 'charges'.

"So, it's over?" Kristina said softly, a few tears running down her cheeks.

"It... it looks like it" Sam said, pulling the paper over and looking at the article himself.

"So you guys actually... hit her" Jess said, her voice shaking a little as she ran her fingers over the scars that Kristen left.

"I guess we did, I mean.. I couldn't tell with all the fire" Dean said, running his fingers through his hair. "I can't wrap my head around this"

"I would suggest you guys be careful for a while though, if she was that slick to get all of you.  Except Sam.  And then have an escape route planned, she would be good enough to get a fake story printed" Bobby said, putting some beers on the table for all of them.

"Don't worry Bobby, we will" Sam said, picking up his and uncapping it.

"For right now, lets just all take this as real and celebrate"

~*~

"Ma'am can I get you anything else?" The waiter, Jeremy, asked as he set a club sandwich and a cup of hot tea on the table.

"No thank you, I'm good" A crinkle of paper was heard as she put the newspaper she was reading down. "Though I wouldn't mind your number"

Jeremy blushed a little. "Uh, coming right up" He smiled and moved away.

Smiling a crimson smile, she picked up the sugar and poured an amount in the cup before mixing it.  Looking around she watched as most of the people who were sitting outside of the little cafe, were reading the morning paper.  The one that she herself had just been picking through, the one with the story about a killed mass murderer.

"Here you are miss" Jeremy said, coming back and handing her a small piece of paper with a number on it.

"Thank you" She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling.

"You're welcome" He said, looking over at her paper, seeing what page she was on. "Something about that isn't it?"

"Oh it really is, I know I can breath easier knowing that I'm not going to just be randomly killed" She smiled.

"I know, since it was only a state over where she was found killed" He said quietly.

"Tell me about it" She said, pressing her hand above the top of the white tank top she was wearing.

"Well I have to get back to work, I'll hear from you later?" He asked, smiling shyly.

"Oh you can count on it" She smiled.

He bit his lip a little as he walked away, leaving her to her lunch.  Picking up a one of the quarters of her sandwich, it felt weird not to push her bangs out of the way.  They were much shorter now, fringed just above her eyes and fell to the middle of her cheeks on the side.  Where it had once been red and black, it was now almost white blond and green along the tips, even in the back.  She had also gotten a few more light pairs of jeans, a pair she was wearing now and some lighter shirts as well.

As she ate she listened to the chatter about her 'death' and couldn't help but smile at their stupidity.  All it took was a wig, a fake written up story, a long hot night with the newspaper owner and it was in the next mornings paper.  Which the night before is when she got the hair cut and dye and no one even looked twice at her.  Except the pretty boys, and some girls, that wanted to get into her pants and she let them.

Each of them asked about the bandages and she came up with some sob story about some guy trying to hurt her.  And she got away.  Every one of them believed it too and they took extra special care of her.  For at least a little while, she was going to lay off the killings and she had already burned all the cards with the K's on them.

Though she knew it wasn't going to be forever.  It was only a matter of time before she would want to see the Impala again and want to see them hurt.  And make sure her next hit, hit them hard.

The building was chilly and the afternoon sun seeping in gave it an orange glow through the bottom floor.  Kristen had already found and burned the bones but there was still the matter of the man and woman that were tied to the chairs.  Not her fault either, it was the spirit, she just didn't bother helping them.  The ghost was bad news though, other wise she would have just let it go.  It wasn't like the place wasn't abandoned, just the two idiots had to be stupid and camp in it.

"Let us go, please?" The man begged, again making her roll her eyes as she pulled her gun out from the holster over the thigh of the black jeans she was wearing.

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?" She snapped, cocking the gun.

"Why are you doing this? What did we do to you?" The woman asked, shaking like a leaf.

"Nothing at all, you just picked the wrong person to 'save' you" She smiled, fixing the hem of her red tank top.

"What are you going to do to us?" He asked, looking over at his wife before back at her.

"Well to start I'm going to shoot you in the head and then I'm going to shoot her in the head.  Then i think I'm going to go out to dinner"

"You are a sick bitch" He spat, making her laugh.

"Oh don't flatter me honey pie, it won't get you anywhere" She smirked, raising the gun and firing one shot into his heart and another in his head.

The woman's screams echoed off the walls, making Kristen roll her eyes at her.

"I told you what I was going to do, why are you surprised? Think it was all just a big joke.  You are going to die and I don't give a fuck" She laughed out when the woman took a deep breath, that just turned into a squeak.

"Why?" She sobbed, trying not to look at her husbands body.

"Because I can" She smirked raising the gun up and pointing it at the woman's head.

"Kristen!"

The sound of her name made her freeze and let out a little amused huff, she would know that voice anywhere.  Turning her head to the left she cocked an eyebrow at the faces she saw.  The four were making a V, with Sam and Dean in front and Kristina and Jessica bringing up the back.  In the two girls hands were salt guns, the boys holding regular hand guns.

"Well well well, finally got the drop on me I see" She smiled, turning more towards them, the gun still pointed at the woman.

"Put the gun down" Dean said, looking between the weapon and the woman, before back to Kristen.

"Or what? You'll shoot me?" She chuckled.

"That is the plan"

"Oh, don't let me stop you, why haven't you yet? Oh yea, if you do I seize up and she still dies.  Right?"

"This isn't a fucking game Kristen, drop the gun" Sam snapped, bringing her eyes over to him.

"Nope" She said, making the p pop.

"It isn't enough that you're fucking with us, you're still killing innocent people?" He asked, shaking his head a little.

"Are any of us really innocent Sam?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Some people in the world are"

"Not in my opinion, every one has something they did wrong, something that is a little black mark.  You see once you realize that, it isn't very hard to pull the trigger"

"You're a monster" Dean spat.

"Oh boo hoo, get over it" She rolled her eyes.

"Just let her go, Kris, she doesn't have to die" Kristina said, her voice a little pleading.

"Yes she does, she's going to be fucked up the rest of her life if I let her live, this is easier" Kristen said, putting her free hand on her hip.

"That's what therapy is for" She said.

"Oh and a guy going 'how do you feel about this, how did that make you feel, are you holding any aggression toward that person?' Yea that shit really helps"

"Kristen just let her go" Dean snapped.

"No" She said sweetly, pulling the trigger.

The four jumped at the woman slumped down, the bullet wound in her forehead now bleeding heavily.  Pulling their guns up again, the pointed them at her chest.

"Put the gun down" Sam said, his voice shaking a little.

"Ok" She said, putting it slowly back in the holster and clasping it closed.

"It's not that easy" Dean said, keeping the gun steady as she reached behind her. "Try anything funny and you're dead"

"You're going to kill me anyway, so why don't you just get it over with?" She asked, pulling out the pack of cigarettes and the zippo.

"Because we want to know some fucking truths, that's why" Sam growled.

"Well I guess you're going to be sorely disappointed" She said putting one of the sticks in her mouth and lightly it before putting the pack back in her back pocket.

"Just fucking tell us why you did this, why you're killing innocent people and liking it?" Sam asked.

"Because it's fun seeing the lights go out of their eyes"

"Then why are you still fucking with us, not just killing us?" He asked.

"Where would the fun in that be?" She smiled, blowing out a stream of smoke.

"We are going to kill you" He said softly, raising the gun to her head.

"I know you are, but not today you're not, I've still got a few tricks up my sleeves" She smirked.

"There are four of us and only one of you and you won't kill us"

"So? Did you really think I didn't know you were in town?" He laughed. "Did you really think I wouldn't guess that you would hear about the same job and come here?"

The four looked a little uneasy.

"Exactly, so I made sure I had an escape" She smiled, flicking the lighter open.

Tossing it on the ground, a line of fire appeared making the four jump, Kristen turning and running.

"Fuck" Dean cursed, moving his gun up and taking a few shots as Sam did the same.

Through the rising flames, they couldn't wait around to see if either had hit her, though Sam though he heard her curse.  Heading out of the building that was starting to go up in flames, they headed to the cars.

"You think we got her?" Dean asked, panting looking back.

"I don't know, that was way to slick though" Sam said. "We need to get going though, the police will be here soon"

"Kris?" Kristina said, turning her head trying to hear something in the room.  Her eyes were covered with something and her wrists were tied onto what she could guess was a headboard.

She could feel a soft sheet lying over her and that's it, all of her other clothes were gone.

"Who else would it be?" An amused voice asked from a few feet to her right.

"I don't know what to feel right now actually" Kristina said, sighing.

"Why? Though some other psycho was after you? Do I have some competition?" Kristen chuckled.

"No, but you never know, since you did get me when we were on a hunt"

"Big mistake, you should be more careful, oh well to late"

"It's been almost four months"

"Well I was busy, fucking your boyfriend messed with my head a little, needed some people to kill"

"Go to hell"

"Oh I will someday, but for right now I'm having fun up here" Kristina could hear the smirk in her voice. "Dean was so fun in bed, felt so good having him fuck me"

"Liar"

"Nope, I do believe he is if he said he just laid there and took it.  He did didn't he?"

"Of course he did, why would he tell me a lie"

"Because he did to spare your feelings.  See all it took was some kissing, pressing my chest to him and he was hard.  Then got him riled up and he fucked me without any problems, moaning my name as he did"

"You're lying"

"Nope and you know it too.  I've never lied to you, you know that sweetheart" Kristen purred, kneeling on the bed, taking the blindfold off.

Kristina open and closed her mouth a few times, a tear falling down her cheek.

"Don't cry Kris" Kristen said, leaning into her side, brushing her tears away. "Just because your boyfriend is a liar doesn't mean anything"

"Go fuck yourself, you did all this to us"

"Did what, messed with you, screwed with your lives like mine was"

"You broke up, get over it"

"Ok really and what if it had been the other way around, huh? What if suddenly Lisa was back in the picture and Dean told you 'Sorry Kris, I love her more than you'"

"Sam never said that"

"How would you know? Neither of you were there, he didn't say those exact words, but telling me that we were over just because she was back.  We were together for four years, they were together for how many? 2?"

"Kris"

"No, you don't get a voice of anything here" Kristen growled. "I knew from the moment I met him who he was, she DIDN'T even know who he was till after she came back.  I knew all of what he did, what he saw and I just get tossed out like NOTHING"

Getting up from the bed Kristen pushed the lamp off the stand, making it crash to the floor.  Kristina gasped and squirmed a little as Kristen ripped the sheet off her.

"And then you AND Dean just follow along and tell me I'M the wrong one for feeling that way.  Loving him with all my heart just to get it ripped out and losing my best friend in the process?"

"What are you going to do to me?" Kristina gasped as Kristen pushed her legs apart.

"I'm going to fuck you and I'm not going to be nice about it, in fact if you bleed that's going to be all the greater"

Pulling off her clothes, Kristen moved over to her bag and pulled something out.  At first Kristina didn't get what it was, but as Kristen put it on herself, she got it.  A strap on.

"Kristen, no please" She said, starting to cry a little as Kristen got on the bed, holding a small thing of lube.

"I don't fucking care anymore Kris, don't you get that?  I haven't killed any of you since I won't leave any of you alone like Sam left me.  Doesn't mean I won't make you hurt"

Putting just a small amount of the lube on the end of the plastic dick, she spread Kris's legs.  Moving it to where she needed it, she pushed all the way in, in one thrust.  Kristina's scream echoed on the walls before Kristen slapped her hand over the girls mouth.

"Shut the fuck up" She snapped, starting to thrust.

The brunette was reduced to small sobs as Kristen started moving faster in her, pressing her lips to her neck.  After a little while the girls sobs slowed down as the moans started winning out.

"That's it you bitch, moan for me, come for me"

A few thrusts later she did just that, whimpering through the pleasure that she didn't want.

It took Kristina coming a few more times before Kristen came from the sensation against her clit from the strap on.  Pulling out Kristen smirked as she looked down, seeing some traces of blood.

"Well looks like I got my wish" She smirked, taking the thing off and leaving it on the bed.

Getting up she pulled her clothes, shoes and socks on before grabbing Kristina's phone.  Dialing the number she put it up to her ear, smirking as Kristina cried lightly on the bed.

"Do I even need to assume it's you" Dean said when it picked up.

"Nope, you don't need to assume"

"Can't you just leave us the fuck alone"

"Nope, since I won't leave you alone like you left me"

"You bitch" Dean growled.

"Deal with it, you liked when I fucked you" Kristen said, picking at her nails.

"Shut up"

"Nope and by the way, Kristina knows the truth now, so you get to deal with that.  I'll text you" She smirked, hanging up the phone.

"I hate you"

"I know you do" Kristen replied sending the text and tossing the phone on the girls stomach.

"Just leave us alone"

"Nope, sorry, can't.  Going to keep doing it, so either find me first and kill me.  Or get over the fact that this is what your life is going to be like"

Heading out of the room she headed into the night and walked a few blocks over.  Going into a little store she picked up a bag of doritos, a pop and half a gallon of chocolate milk.

"Can I help you with anything else?" The guy behind the counter asked, putting the items in a bag.

"Pack on newport 100's please"

The guy nodded and grabbed them, tossing them in the bag, looking at the register and typing the things in.

"Anything else?"

"Yep, say your goodbyes" She smiled, pulling out the gun from her back pocket, shooting him in the forehead.