Jess felt like she was wandering more than searching now, exhausted and a bit bruised up from pushing her way into places she was never meant to go and still wandering up and down paths looking, looking everywhere, waiting for that moment when she saw that familiar stance, those familiar hands, those familiar eyes.

It wasn't a surprise when she came across Dean instead; since the moment Sam had first disappeared, Jess hadn't really strayed far.

"Why isn't there something to shoot?" she said. "I could do that. I'm ready for that."