Jess

He made his way down the stairs and into the room crowded with people. The whole place stank of booze and sweat as he tried to locate his and Cassie's coats so they could go. He just wanted to get out of here and maybe watch a movie with her. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't like most people.

When he finally noticed their discarded coats on an empty couch he made his way over there only to be stopped by Frankenstein himself.

Jess sighed in annoyance before tilting his head to look up at Dean. If there was one thing he hated more than his stupid hair it was his tall height. Dean had a scowl on his face as he stared Jess down.

"Hey, Megatron. You mind moving?" Jess asked sarcastically before sidestepping Dean to get to the coats.

Dean didn't say anything, he just moved to stand in front of Jess again. "Geez, someone pull your plug?" He commented at his bad mood. This guy was just making Jess more annoyed than he already was.

"You know, you're a jerk," Dean finally spoke up after his intense glaring.

He nodded his head sarcastically. "Nice chatting to you," Jess called over his shoulder as he turned around to head back upstairs. If it were up to him he would've decked Dean right then and there but he knew Cassie wouldn't like that so he stopped himself.

Feeling a rough hand grip his shoulder, Jess quickly brushed it off before turning around. "What the hell is your problem?" He asked angrily attracting a few glances from the surrounding people.

"You," Dean replied hotly. "You're my problem."

"Why? Cause I'm a better guy than you?" Jess asked, adding fuel to the fire that was Dean's rage.

Dean shook his head smugly with a glare down at Jess. "Cause of what you're doing to Cassie." He told him in an accusing tone.

Okay, now he really wanted to punch Dean. He wanted to hear the sickening crack of his nose when Jess' fist connected with it. Dean may be taller than he was, but he didn't know how to fight like him. He didn't have years of experience.

Instead all he did was clench his jaw tightly. "Unless I'm Dracula and sucking her blood out, I'm not doing anything bad to her."

"I take it she didn't tell you about our little conversation earlier," Dean said cockily as he watched how Jess' face turned into one of confusion.

Jess didn't think Dean was telling the truth since Cassie didn't tell him anything at all. But that would explain why Jess caught him glaring at the two of them all night long.

"Cut the crap," Jess evaded the question as to not give Dean the satisfaction that he was right. "What do you want?"

"What I want is for you to stop forcing your girlfriend to go to school in New York just so that she can be with you," Dean spat out as Jess looked up at him with an icy stare.

Forcing? He knew for a fact that he had never forced Cassie to do something she didn't wanna do. He made damn sure of that. So now this jackass comes and tells him that he's forcing his girlfriend to go to Columbia, I think not.

"Not that you have anything to do with this," Jess told him sternly between his clenched teeth. "She wants to go to school there. I never forced her to do anything."

"Bullshit," Dean said as if he was right about everything. "I know her," he told Jess confidently.

Those three words made his blood boil. He knew her? I doubt he even knows her middle name. "No you don't," Jess argued with a glare. "You don't know a thing about her."

"I've known her longer than you," Dean fired back with a smug smile on his face. "And she's always wanted to go to Yale."

Jess let's out a bitter laugh as he realised what this was about. "So this is about Rory then," he clarified as Deans face remain unchanged from the scowl he wore. "How she's upset just because they're not going to the same school?"

"You don't know anything about them," Dean said as he got red in the face from all his anger.

"Damn right I don't and neither do you," Jess retorted with a glare. "So you don't get to come on me or Cassie just because your stupid little girlfriends feelings are hurt."

Jess knew that was the wrong thing to say when he felt a hard punch to his jaw. He stumbled back slightly in a daze as he regained his senses before launching himself at Deans tall frame.

He threw him into a wall as he heard the people around them chant 'fight' continuously. He felt someone try to pull him off Dean but he elbowed them away.

The two of them went through various household items. Cabinets, couches and tables, all broken after either one of them got slammed into it. Throughout all the ruckus and pain he could distinctly hear his name being called.

Jess pulled his gaze away from Dean, who he had slammed into the kitchen counter, to meet Cassie's wide eyed gaze. He didn't realise she had come down for upstairs. She looked scared, whether it was for him or because of him, he didn't know. And he didn't want to find out.

That split second that their eyes met was enough of a distraction for Dean to grip his collar and throw them both through Lane's drum kit. He could still hear Cassie telling them to stop but he wouldn't listen. Not when he had already started.

They went through the whole house as they threw each other around, breaking as many things as possible. A few people had tried to diffuse it but it was no use as they just kept going back at it.

When everyone realised that nothing was gonna stop the two of them, they had decided to herd them of toward the front door and push them out.

Jess and Dean both tumbled down the porch steps and into the soft grass which was a blessing for his bruised body. Jess had gotten back up, ready to continue fighting Dean who lay on the ground a few feet away. But he stopped when he saw Cassie standing in the doorway.

She looked at him sadly with her arms around herself. She had her coat on, which she must've found somewhere between the fight. His coat was in her hand as she looked at him questioningly. He could see that she was thinking whether on not to go to him.

Jess really didn't want to face her right now. To see the disappointment in her eyes at what he'd done. So he made it easier for her, he turned around slowly and headed off in the opposite direction. Seemed like the perfect timing as a police cruiser pulled up on the street. Jess didn't stay to see what happened as he walked off.

He began walking home with his hands in his pockets, lost in thought. But throughout all the negatives in his head he found one thing that made feel less guilty about the whole thing. Even if it was just for a fraction of a second. It was the fact that he didn't throw the first punch.

It was a stupid thing to be proud of but he felt it anyways. Then he thought about how in Cassie's eyes it'd be the same thing. He got in a fight. He was pissed, so fucking pissed.

Not just about one thing, about so many things. About the fact that he had to tell her how they couldn't go to prom all because he was too stupid to graduate. He was pissed that he didn't tell her about what happened with Dean. He still didn't know what went down. Jess was pissed at Dean. He was so pissed at him that he would've gone straight back to the party and given him one last good punch, if it weren't for the fact that-

"Jess!" He heard her soft voice call from behind him. Reluctantly, he turned around to face Cassie.

She stood a few feet from him with her dark hair messed up and her breathing heavy. She still held in coat in her hand as it looked liked she had jogged to catch up with him. Cassie walked closer towards him and handed Jess his coat wordlessly.

He took it from her but didn't put it on. "Are you okay?" She asked concerned. She brought up a hand to cup his face but Jess flinched and took a step back from her. He saw how her face showed a little bit of hurt at his actions but she covered it up quickly. She was always good at that.

"What happened with Dean?" He questioned her tiredly. He still didn't understand why she didn't just tell him. Why it had to come down to this. "What did he do?"

"He was just upset and threw a tantrum, that's all." She says quietly, trying to downplay it.

But Jess knew there was more, there was always more when Dean was involved. He was like a stupid little fly that won't go away until it got what it wanted. "What else?" He urged her to continue, not letting her leave out anything.

Cassie told him about what went down earlier that day as he listened intently, clinging on to every word she said. He grew even more furious at Dean as she went on.

Who the hell was he to show up at her house and just yell at her. What kind of psychological problems did the guy have? Jess had decided in that moment that if he ever saw Dean again he would have a round two with the guy.

"Are you mad?" She had asked him once she was done recounting the story.

Jess shrugged as he thought of  how to answer her. He didn't think that he was mad at her. "I just don't get why you didn't tell me," he started. "You were the one who went on with the whole communication bullshit." Jess added as he remembered when they had a talk about stuff like this.

"I know," she began apologetically. "And I'm so sorry. I just didn't want you two to fight."

"Look at how that turned out," Jess mumbled bitterly. "But you know what I hated the most out of this whole night?" He asked theoretically as he got worked up at the mere thought it.

Not knowing where this was going, Cassie shook her head unsurely. "It was the fact that he said that he 'knows you'," Jess added air quotes around the words. The grip on the jacket in his hand tighten as he continued. "Can you honestly tell me that he knows you better than I do?"

"No," she answered warily. "I don't even think he's my friend."

"Exactly!" Jess exclaimed, happy to see that they were on the same page. "He doesn't know you like I do," Jess said firmly as he meant every word he said. "Nobody knows you the way that I know you."

"Yes, you're right." She agreed with him, taking a step towards him. "You're the one who knows me better than I know myself."

Jess played with the jacket in his hand, tossing in from one hand to the other. "You do want to go to Columbia right?" He asked her, Deans words getting into his head. What if he was right, what if he was unknowingly influencing her to choose New York.

"Of course," she answered with a frown, not understanding why he looked so worried.

"I'm not forcing you into anything right?" He watched as her face fell into one of realisation at where he was coming from.

Cassie shakes her head at him slowly. "You have never forced me into anything," she says softly. Jess felt as if a weight had been lifted off his chest. He had never been in a stable relationship or even seen one up close before. So he never knew when he was doing something wrong.

"Good," he sighed in in relief. He needed to get home, he was gonna get an earful from Luke. "I'll see you around?" He gave a sign that he had to get back. He knew that they both would need some time to themselves to process what has just happened.

"It's a small town," she commented before giving him one small smile and heading in the opposite direction.