Authors Note: I should be working on my Charmed fanfiction I know I just haven't had a lot of time (I got a job and I'm a full time high school student.) I've recently gotten back into supernatural more specifically Sam/Jess pairing and pre series/Stanford era. Of course I would've loved to see Jess and Dean interact on the actual show for more than one scene but fanfiction is the next best thing. Also I'm Canadian so if I get any American things/phrases wrong I apologize in advanced. Also I have a question that I'm going to put in every authors note to try to get to know my readers. This chapters is who is your OTP. I mean THE ship that stands out from all the rest. Any fandom. Come on review. I love reviews. Supernatural is mine. In an alternate reality. Not this one. That's my disclaimer. AU to Pilot
Chapter 1
Sam has quirks. Don't get me wrong everyone has something weird about them but Sam's is another level of crazy altogether.
Like how he seems to run off 4 hrs of sleep most night and is perfectly fine. How he never stands with his back to an exit and always analysis every room with a panicked look, he works out religiously (not complaining about that one he's not bad on the eyes) and how even though he is 6 feet 3 inches tall he moves around silently and gracefully.
Plus the salt. Hiding salt under carpets by doorways and windowsills. I looked it up one day it's to ward off ghosts. Superstitious much?
The biggest one though is how his family never calls even though his brother (Dean I think?) and him were really close. Of course Sam never talks about anything pre Stanford. Except for one night.
It was a chilly November in California of 04. Halloween was 2 days ago and everyone either didn't show up or showed up hungover to classes on Monday as Halloween fell on a Sunday.
Sam and I had moved in together several months prior and had been going out for a few months before that. Everyone told me I was too young and we were rushing but I knew deep down I loved Sam.
He was my, at the risk of sounding like a stupid blonde girl stereotype, everything. He always knew what I needed wither it was to let me rant, play devil's advocate, to hold me close, leave me alone, he just knew.
He hated everything to do with partying/drinking so imagine my surprise when he showed up totally smashed back at our apartment with a black eye.
I jumped off the sofa and put my arm around him "Oh My God what happened?" I exclaimed leading him to the bed to let him sleep it off.
"Just a fight, you should see the other guy" he slurred.
Normally my Sammy wouldn't hurt anyone, the concept of that was mind baffling, but when he said that, the dangerous look in his eye that looked out of place and so unSam like I believed him that he got out of the fight better.
I couldn't really get mad at him because this is the first time he's ever shown up drunk and it would be hypocritical of me if I did.
I was putting him under the covers and joined him when he started rambling.
"Dean was a great big brother" he said his eyes look faraway and voice all dreamy. That startled me. Sam had been so tight lipped about his past. I knew he had a brother but I didn't know if he was younger or older. I'm guessing older as the "big brother".
"He always watched me. Always had my back. When my dad was drinking or hunting Dean was always there. Dad was so rude you know?" He asked.
"um yeah" I answered even though I had never met this elusive John Winchester.
"I mean me and Dean were raised like soldiers like he was. Did you know he was a Marianne?"
I did not know that but without waiting for me to answer he went on "you know when I told him I was scared of the thing under my bed he handed me a shotgun. I was 9 at the time."
My face blanched. Who in the hell gives their nine year old a shot gun?
"2 months was the longest I ever stayed anywhere growing up. We always moved around living in motel rooms. After mom died in a fire dad never could stay anywhere. That's why I wanted to come here. Stay grounded, have some normalcy you know? That's what tonight is. The 21stanniversaryof her death"
Everything snapped into place. His drunkenness, his hate for Halloween and fires, the longing in his eyes when we visit my brothers.
"Dad told me not to come back." He interruptedmy musings, "I told him I got a full ride to Stanford. He said son if you walk out that door, don't you ever come back. I looked over at Dean hoping he would tell me he was proud of me or stand up to dad. But nope he did neither. Just sat there and didn't say anything."
That was probably the saddest thing I had ever heard. Every parents dream would be for not having to pay for school. I noticed Sam was fast asleep probably passed out drunk. I barely got any sleep that night and I actually wrote down everything in my diary that he said so I wouldn't forget any of it.
The next morning Sam apologized and we never discussed that night again. I had gotten more out of him in one night then I had in almost a year of dating/living together.
Now he was at the hospital. No one would tell me anything as I wasn't family. My finger hovered over Deans number (I had once swiped it from Sam's phone while he was out.) Before I could talk myself out of it I pressed dial.
He answered on the first ring.
"Who is this? How in the hell did you get this number?" asked a voice on the other end. I was quite shocked how angry he sounded but I just took a deep breath.
"My name is Jessica Moore. I'm Sam's girlfriend. This is Dean Right? Sam's brother?" I got out very rushed as he seemed agitated.
"Sam's girlfriend? Yeah hold on" he stated more as a question then I heard some chattering in the background.
"You've still yet to answer my second question. How'd you get this number. I doubt Sam just handed it out."
"I swiped it. He left his phone sitting out one morning and I quickly went through his contacts and downloaded it just in case. Sam started acting weird a few days ago and I was starting to worry so I was going to call you if it kept happening."
"Ok. Why are you calling me now? Where's Sam?" he asked in a resigned voice.
"That's the thing he is kind of in the hospital."
"Hospital? What the hell happened?
"I don't know. I'm not family so they won't divulge information to me. He's been doing some really weird things the past couple of days like being secretive, more withdrawn, researching tons of old legends, I mean I knew Sam was superstitious but I caught his laptop screen one night and it was bizarre. Then I haven't heard from him since Friday until I get a call from the hospital.""
"Tell me when I get there." He said and hung up. Tell me when I get there? Is he coming here to Stanford?
Dean's POV.
Dad and I just got back to the motel from a hunt. Damn potolergist. I was about to fall asleep when my phone started ringing. I could count on my fingers the amount of people who had my phone number. I was with dad and we just saw Jim and Caleb so that ruled out those 3.
The number was unfamiliar to me I clicked open the phone "Who is this? How in the hell did you get this number?" I asked kind of annoyed kind of pissed off and very confused.
"My name is Jessica Moore. I'm Sam's girlfriend. This is Dean Right? Sam's brother?"
"Sam's Girlfriend?" I asked. What the hell would someone from Sammy's life be doing calling me.
"Sam?" I heard dad ask. "Yeah hold on" I told this Jessica person.
"yeah this girl is calling me and she is saying she is Sam's girlfriend from Stanford." I told dad. I saw him look confused.
"Why is she calling you?" Dad asked.
"No idea. She hasn't said."
"Find out what she wants"
"Yes sir."
"You've still yet to answer my second question. How'd you get this number. I doubt Sam just handed it out."
"I swiped it. He left his phone sitting out one morning and I quickly went through his contacts and downloaded it just in case. Sam started acting weird a few days ago and I was starting to worry so I was going to call you if it kept happening."
"Ok. Why are you calling me now? Where's Sam?" I asked in a resigned voice. I hadn't gotten much sleep with this damn case and I don't need the ramblings of a girl.
"That's the thing he is kind of in the hospital."
"Hospital? What the hell happened?" I had asked her.
"I don't know. I'm not family so they won't divulge information to me. He's been doing some really weird things the past couple of days like being secretive, more withdrawn, researching tons of old legends, I mean I knew Sam was superstitious but I caught his laptop screen one night and it was bizarre. Then I haven't heard from him since Friday until I get a call from the hospital."
I could feel my heart beating. Damn it Sammy. He probably went on a hunt alone. This was all too much. I had to see Sam.
"Tell me the rest when I get there." I ended the call and was about to start packing when I saw dad giving me the look.
"Sam's in the hospital. His girlfriend says he was looking at old myths then just disappeared. Now he ended up in the hospital. Dad I think he was working on a case."
"Case? I thought he left that all behind when he went to be 'normal.'" I could hear the sarcasm that was implied.
"I'm going. If this is a case then there are innocents at stake. Are you coming with me?"
"No. Sam walked out on this family. I'm not going. When Sam tells you to leave like he just left us then call me."
I walked out of that room without another word. I literally drove all night and had already been up the night before on the hunt. We were already in California so it took me a few hours. I ran into the hospital and demanded at the front desk to tell me about Sam Winchester.
Usually I would charm over them but I had been up over 36 hours and my mind was on Sam. My game was off.
"Sam?" I heard from behind me. I turned and saw swollen eyes on a blonde that seemed to be accessing me. "Are you Dean?"
Recognition trailed into my eyes. "Jessica I presume. I got to tell you, you are way out of my brother's league" I said only half-heatedly.
"I'm Dean."