A/N: I am back, with another story. I have no notes for you, just don't starve my review monster, who is named Panda, after the one who practically raised him from the dead
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the characters.
Sam's eyes snapped open, he caught a view of the Impala before shutting them wearily again. He heaved a sigh. It had been almost eleven years since Jess. And he still couldn't let her go. The vision of his love caught in flames refused to leave him. It haunted him every night, penetrating his dreams, burrowed deep into his mind. No matter where he was. Even with Amelia, he found himself thinking and dreaming of Jess, it wasn't fair for Amelia, but she reminded him so much of her. Not it looks, bit in wit. The cleverness, the kindness. Sam sighed again. Shaking the dream out of his head. In this one, Jess had come back, sitting on his bed, clothed in a white gown. She was happy to see him, and they had hugged and kissed, he had pulled her away from him only to see smoke curling from the eerie white dress, and flames licking at them bottom, making their way up, devouring her. She screamed and shouted, and that was when he woke up. His jacket shoved under his head, serving as a makeshift pillow. He sat up and pressed his head against the cool glass of the Impala's window.
He looked at the side of the road, gaze fixed on a white blob in the nearing distance. They drew nearer and nearer, and the shape began to clear. It was a woman, in a dirty white dress, torn and frayed, holding up her thumb in efforts of hitching a ride. Sam's eyes widened. "Dean pull over!" He shouted realizing who this woman was. Dean gave him an odd look and pulled onto the shoulder of the road. Sam got out of the Impala with wide eyes, followed by Dean telling Sam that he looked like he'd seen a ghost. But Sam made no reply as he neared the blond woman. There was no doubt in his mind on who the woman was. It was Jess.
"Sam?" She croaked,
"Jess? Are you alright?" He asked in a panic, rushing to her.
"I-I don't know, at first I was… And now I'm.. What's going on?" She finished.
"I don't know Jess." He said.
He pulled her into a hug.
"I was dead Sam. I was in Heaven, I-I think." She said weakly, pulling back from their embrace.
"You were, but you're not anymore." Sam assured her, helping her into the front seat of Dean's car, willing to take the back seat. For her.
"Sammy, should we trust her?" Dean said, once her door was closed.
"It's fine Dean, maybe the world decided to be good for once, or is finally thanking us for saving it all those times." Sam said hopefully, climbing into the backseat, signaling an end to their conversation.
"Right." Dean muttered, and climbed into the front seat of the car.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked Jess, once they were finally at the Men of Letters hide-out.
"I don't know." She started. "I-I think, I was in heaven, and then I just… I just woke up on the side of the road." She finished, as Sam shot Dean a look as he wrapped his arm protectively around Jess. Dean understood and stopped asking questions.
Sam lead Jess away from Dean, so he could ask questions in a more sensitive way.
"Jess?" Sam asked calmly. "Do you know why you're here?" He asked as he pushed the door open that lead to his room.
"I don't know Sam. Things were good in heaven. It was filled with good memories." She started. "Memories of you." She finished quietly.
Sam turned to her, and pushed a curl out of her face.
"I still dream about you, you know." He murmured, for there was no need to talk in a normal voice when they were so close together.
"It's not your fault Sam. Stop worrying." She said, as if reading his mind. She pressed her forehead against his.
"Jess…" He started, not able to finish the sentence, because her mouth was already on his, what little distance between them there was, was closed off. Her arms swung around his neck, his hands on her back, just like it was before. Except this kiss was sweeter, this kiss told a story, it summarized all the things they had been through those long ten years. Sam's grief and sadness towards her being gone, the memories Jess had lived through. This kiss was sweeter, because it was more than a college romance, this was two lovers reunited after hardships and battles.
Sam closed the door of his bedroom, senses dull. But not dull enough to her a voice, a Scottish voice, speak. "Enjoying yourselves dears?" Sam and Jess leapt apart. Jess half hid behind Sam's large form. He narrowed his eyes, jaw ticking dangerously before he spoke. "Rowena." He growled.
"Hello Sam." She said, grinning maliciously.
To Be Continued.
A/N: Hehehehehehe…. I have never written anything with a plot before! This is fun! But I kind of feel bad for what I am about to do next.