SCHOOL DAYS, HUNTING NIGHTS
Written By immortalwizardpirateelf-fan
M-Romance/Supernatural-English
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright for Supernatural or any recognizable celebrity or fictional personality, not of my creation, depicted in the movie or this fic. They belong to either their inventors or themselves. I do not own the settings, and any songs used belong to their original artist.
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I got this idea after reading Ghostwriter's fic Black Dog, and after watching the Pilot episode for Supernatural on Thurs. Night. It's basically a what if story concerning what would've happened to Sam during his days at Stanford, meeting Jessica and told her about his real 'occupation' and if while he had wanted to go to college, he still liked hunting, so if Sam seems a little ooc in this, deal with it.
PROLOGUE
Stanford University Campus, Palo Alto CA.: October 31, 2001
They have no idea what's really out there, a dark haired, dark eyed, handsome eighteen year old thought as he watched his fellow college students walking around campus in their costumes heading to their Halloween parties. Shaking his head in disgust, Sam adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and headed from the library to his on campus apartment.
It was a fairly nice night for the Northern California Coastal town and it was the only light outside was from the street lights, looking at his watch, Sam noticed it was ten o'clock. He walked along, his ears and eyes open for any signs of trouble, supernatural or otherwise. Shit, just because his dad didn't approve of him leaving for college, didn't mean he couldn't still hunt or even protect himself. Damned if he didn't feel like his paranoid old man and brother.
"No! Stop!" he heard a girl scream from the alley just up a head of him. "Someone help me!"
Sam dropped his bag and ran into the alley to find a blonde girl surrounded by three men…no not men, vampires. He pulled his .35 out and called out to the vampires, "Hey why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Just like he'd wanted the three vampires turned towards him, their demonic features showing and began to head towards him. Thinking quickly, Sam fired off three shots in succession, each one hitting their target directly in the heart, turning the vampires into dust, Gotta love silver bullets, Sam thought as he re-holstered the gun. He then walked over to the girl.
"Hey, are you all right?" he asked her. She looked at him a curious and frightened look on her face, but wouldn't speak. "I'm not going to hurt you, I swear, I'm one of the good guys. My name's Sam Winchester."
The girl shook her head and smiled shakily, "I'm Jessica, Jessica Moore. And t-t-thank you for saving me."
Sam grinned slightly. "No problem. Do you want me to walk you back to your place?" Seeing the look in her eyes he raised his hands in mock surrender, "No ulterior motives, I swear. I just think you'd feel better walking over with someone."
Jessica sighed, she knew what he was saying made perfect sense. Could she trust him? Well, he did get rid of those three guys who had tried…she shuddered slightly at the memory. "Are you all right?" Sam's voice brought her back to the present.
She nodded slightly. "I will be, and you're right, I would feel better if you walked me home."
"Ok, let's get my bag," seeing her curious look he explained, "When I heard you scream for help I dropped my book bag and ran to help."
"Oh," she had no clue what to say about that. "Well, we better go then."
As they headed out of the alley, Jessica found herself subconsciously moving towards Sam. Whether it was for comfort or not she didn't know. All she did know was that she felt safer with him next to her.
Sam noticed her reaction and just let her take the lead there. He didn't want to scare her. Turning the corner he spotted his bag and quickly grabbed it. Turning to Jessica, he asked, "Where is your place?"
Jessica looked up at Sam, "I live in the Stanford West Apartments, number 23."
Sam's eye widened in recognition. "Seriously? I'm at number 25, I haven't seen you before though."
What are the chances, Jessica thought as she moved herself closer to Sam. "It's probably because we have different schedules," she replied as they began walking to their apartment building.
It was then that Jessica realized there had been something different about her attackers. They had demonic yellow eyes and their hands were ice cold to the touch. She shivered silently. "Jess, are you cold," Sam asked.
She shook her head, "No, it's just those men; their eyes were yellow, like a lions and their hands were ice cold. What were they?" Sam suddenly felt nervous. How was he supposed to explain that to Jessica? She'd never believe him, but then again she did see them crumble into dust, maybe…"crumbled to dust? There's no way they could be human," she rambled on.
"They were vampires," he answered.
Jessica suddenly stopped and stared at Sam, "Vampires? They're real?" he nodded, "And they just tried to kill me?" another nod, "That's why they turned into dust?"
Sam nodded again, and as the information sunk into her, Jessica fainted.
