It was May 2nd, 1983 when I was born.
It's now August 14, 2011, and I'm 28 years young. I haven't led the most exciting life, really. I was born and raised Catholic by my parents, Katie and Drew Williams. Throughout grade school I was a B student with some A's here and there and I was never interested by team sports. I lived in one house during my entire life in Lawrence, Kansas until my parents worked their asses off to help me with my Stanford tuition.
It was then when I met Sam Winchester.
I met him a party, but it didn't really seem like his scene. He was awkwardly standing next to the kitchen table with his hands in his pockets, hunching, as if unsure what to do with his height. I couldn't help but smile. I walked over and sat on the tall stool seated at the head of the thick black table.
"Hey Stretch, you know this table has chairs for a reason, right?" I chimed, jokingly. Sheepishly, he glanced over and chuckled softly, taking a seat next to mine. His long eyelashes fluttered over his soft green eyes as they darted from the table to my face.
"Thanks. I'm here with my friend Brady but he left me alone here." he sighed.
"Ah, I know how that can be. My name is Jasmine, but most people call me Jazz."
"Sam. Sam Winchester." He held out his hand. I chuckled and shook it firmly. Sam Winchester? Why does that name sound so familiar?
"Most people don't shake a girl's hand when they first meet, Sam Winchester."
"Right, sorry." he replied, smiling. His eyes flickered away in slight embarrassment and he twiddled his thumbs. I stared at his large figure, towering even when he sat but gentle. There was something soft about him. I couldn't help but stare.
"Hey, want to get out of here?" I asked, "It's not really my scene either. I promise I won't ravish you."
An honest smile. "Yeah. I'd like that." We sat staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only about thirty seconds.
"Sam!" A voice called out, "Sam I want you to meet someone!"
I turned around, and spotted the one who called out to Sam. He was around 6'4" and blonde with light blue eyes. His ears were a little large, but cute, and his nose was more pointed than flat. He was smiling widely while dragging a beautiful girl behind him. She was tan and blonde and beautiful with a little mole in between the thin eyebrows above her brown eyes. Her full lips pursed and smiled as she tripped over herself. She was obviously drunk.
"Hi!" She giggled, "I'm Jess!"
"Jess? That's funny, I just met Jazz over here." He smiled and looked over at me and I couldn't help but blush a bit at his cute little dimples.
"Hm." Brady frowned as he watched Sam and I stare at each other. "You should get to know Jess. She's been scoping you out all night." He winked.
"Well actually, we were just about to leave, but I'll talk to guys later, right?" He didn't stop looking at me and I giggled. Jess hiccupped then scowled at the same time as Brady.
"Well, I'll catch up with you guys later tonight." He grinned, stood up, and offered me a hand.