#theprofane

         before she even entered the mansion, she realized her nose was in for a regrettable night. the place reeked of vampires and demons and she could sense the children of the moon lingering about as well. something else lingered about and it wasn’t something she had ever ran into before, so she had no idea what all she was up against. her nose was already burning from the stench vampires, indicating that it was often filled with them. 

         it didn’t come as much of a surprise, the scent lingered on the invitation. plus, it was just like a vampire that had lived for centuries to live lavishly, she knew that from experience. this, though, it really put the cullen’s houses and possessions to shame. a whole new level of being over the top that really made leah squirm in her quickly put together costume of a character in  game she had spent too many regrettable  hours watching all of the boys play.

         quick into the night, she had lost count of her trips to the buffet. she supposed the vampire holding the event should be happy that her packmates weren’t here, otherwise his staff would be out of food before they could blink. piling up her plate of food, she couldn’t get enough of the bacon wrapped jalapeños. popping one into her mouth as she rounded the edge of the last of the buffet tables, her eyes fell on someone dressed as batman. and while she could admit that he was the best superhero of all time, dc or marvel, she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for a snarky comment.

      a slow night had her back in the kitchen talking to the night cook before he left at eleven more than she normally would; lingering a few moments past checking to see if gerry’s second order of fries was done or spending a few unneeded minutes shooting the shit with him when it seemed the three regulars lingering in the bar were content with their drinks. the creak of the old back door hinted that someone was leaving or maybe she had a new guest. she was starting to get a little jealous of the slow night her coworker would have in about an hour and a half when jess got off. 

     rounding the corner from the swinging kitchen door and taking the step up to stand behind the bar, her blue eyes fell immediately on the new guy sitting at the bar. recognition flashed through her features instantly and her heart skipped a beat, after all she had spent a bit of time in heaven replaying the memory of meeting her boyfriend’s brother because she had been over the moon to get any sort of insight into sam’s shrouded past. plus, the very few pictures sam had of his family had been memorized by jess when they’d moved in together to try to make her feel like he wasn’t keeping walls up around her.

      to be honest, she had thought about trying to find sam’s brother after the demons that held her captive vanished on her... but he didn’t know her and she didn’t want to burden him. the angry shouts about sam and lucifer being gone were enough to clue her in that the last thing dean had needed with sam dead was his resurrected girlfriend showing up without a clue of how to protect herself or what she should even do with her life. 

      She didn’t know much of anything about Sam or Dean’s life before she met Sam and she certainly knew nothing about their lives after she died. Still, Dean’s sentiment seemed ridiculous from what she did know. It didn’t take much interaction for Jess to realize how much Dean cared about others and how much he cared for Sam. The way Sam looked up to his older brother as a kid was apparent in the few stories she had been able to squeeze out of him and the way she had caught him fondly looking at the few pictures of his family that he had brought along to Stanford. Already, in her mind, given what he had done his whole life, Dean was a hero and she didn’t think much could sway her mind.