Disclaimer: Not mine

This fic is in answer to a request by Queen Mab the Second.

Chapter 1

Sam was happy to have the dorm room to himself for the evening, Brady was off at a frat party. After six months he'd finally gotten used to being alone, he still missed Dean and even his Dad, but he was adaptable. What he hadn't been ready for was how…different it felt to be away from them, how freeing it was. He didn't know why but sometimes it felt like there was something inside him, trying to come out. Maybe it should scare him, but it didn't, it felt right. There were only a few reasons for the change he could think of but one stuck out, warding. The only ward he had managed in the dorm was small salt lines, nothing stronger. He had no choice but to leave out the wards his Dad had told him he had to have up at all times wherever he was staying. Just what had those wards been for? To keep something in, not out?

Sam did his best to ignore it and just kept his head down, studying like mad to ensure he kept his scholarship. He still wanted to help people, he just didn't want to hunt all the time, so he chose law as his major, he could help a lot of people, even hunters, as a lawyer.

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Jess tossed her long blond hair, eyes scanning the student body absently from where she sat, sipping at her iced coffee. University was okay but not all that exciting, she was half thinking of dropping out. But it was a surprisingly good place to hide from hunters and the like which was why she hadn't left yet. And then she stiffened, looking around sharply. Who…what was that? She'd never felt such power before, it was like a beacon, calling out to her. She left her seat and began walking towards it, ignoring the normal students around her…there! She found the source of power, a young guy about her age. He was tall, with shaggy brown hair, well-worn clothes… cute dimples and hazel eyes. The power was wild...chaotic…untrained…but how was that possible? You couldn't accidentally sell your soul for magic, unless…was it possible? She'd thought born witches were a myth and yet right here was possible proof otherwise.

For a week she watched him carefully, learning his name and habits. Samuel Winchester…that had made her pause. She knew the Winchester name and there'd been rumours one of them had vanished almost a year ago. This had to be him, which made his being a witch even more incredible, surely the family had noticed? Why had he been left alive and then allowed to leave? It could be a trap…but she didn't think so, there was a loneliness and sorrow about him that was not fake.

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Sam stumbled as he felt something run into him, dropping his books as he reached out to steady the other person. He looked down to find it was a woman with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Sorry," he blurted, and she smiled.

"No harm done," she tossed her hair back and they both bent to pick up scattered books. "I'm Jess," she offered her hand.

"Sam," he answered, handing her one of her books. "Politics?" he had glanced at the title.

"Yeah, you?"

"Law."

"Nice," she stood, and he did a second later. "On your way to class?" She asked, and Sam blinked.

"Uh, no. Just finished for the day," he answered as they moved more onto the grass.

"Then how about a drink?" she offered, she wanted him to say yes, she wanted to do this the easy way, the way he would never notice until it was too late.

"I…uh…"

"Look, I've seen you around and I think you're cute, smart too. I'd like the opportunity to see if maybe something could happen, you know? Maybe dating."

Sam hesitated, she wasn't the first to ask and he'd turned them all down, but there was something different about Jess…something that called to him. "Okay, a drink couldn't hurt." He walked with her to her dorm where she dropped off her things and changed before they went to his for the same thing and then headed to a campus bar. Ever the gentleman Sam paid for their drinks and the grabbed a table to sit and talk, keeping it light since they had only just met.

Over the next few months they met regularly for coffee, alcohol or a meal until they agreed that yes, they were dating. Jess was patient, she wanted Sam to be really invested before telling him about magic, not wanting him to be scared off or try to kill her.

After six months of slow dating they shared their first kiss outside her favourite restaurant off campus. Sam held her gently even as he leant down and Jess steadied herself against him as she tipped her head back, the height difference was occasionally annoying. Their lips brushed softly, and she raised her arm to gently run her fingers through his hair, using that hand to keep him in place even as she pressed her lips more firmly against his, feeling his hands grip her hips more firmly. Hearing a whistle Sam pulled back, eyes a little wide, so she grabbed his hand and they ran off, laughing, to her car. They held hands as she drove back to campus to stop in front of his dorm. She leant across and Sam met her half way, kissing her again. He still couldn't believe she wanted him, she was so beautiful, outgoing, funny… he was none of those things.

"Brady's gone home for the weekend, right?" she murmured, and Sam nodded. "Maybe I should come up for a drink," she offered, shifting a hand to brush his lap and Sam bit his lip.

"You sure?" he managed to say steadily, and she smiled at him. They got out and headed up to his dorm, Sam very glad he'd tidied up before class that morning. Sam let her in, seeing her kick her shoes off, and made sure he locked the door and then she was in his arms, pressing him back against the door as she kissed him hungrily. Sam's arms wrapped around her, being careful to be gentle as he held her, fingers slipping under her shirt to touch soft, warm skin.

She moved from kissing him to gently suck at the skin on his jaw and then down his throat, feeling him shiver as his grip tightened, hands slipping into the back of her jeans. She lifted her hands to shove at his jacket and Sam reluctantly removed his hands to push it off. Jess stepped back and smiled before letting her own jacket fall to the floor before pulling her shirt up and off, leaving her in her bra and jeans, enjoying the look in his eyes as he stared at her. She reached back for the clasp and let it join her shirt on the floor, baring her upper body to him.

Sam felt light headed as he drank in the sight of bare skin. He shook his head and quickly yanked his own shirts off, not wanting her to be the only one bare. He was no monk, despite Dean's claims, but this felt different, he felt different. Hyper focused on her every move and yet…it was hard to think, the air felt heavy, whatever was in him was surging through his veins wildly and all he could do was give in.

Jess smiled, feeling the magic in the air around them thanks to the bracelet she was wearing. Inside the metal was the equivalent of a hexbag but so much easier to carry, of course she'd been in his dorm before and had prepared it for tonight by hiding certain magical objects throughout, ensuring no one would disturb them or hear a thing. It was definitely affecting Sam as his magic rose to meet its power. Sam's skin was flushed, his eyes glassy, pupils dilated, and she stepped back towards the bed even as she undid her jeans and let them fall, fully baring her body to him, glad she'd already removed her shoes. Sam followed her, swaying on his feet as he fumbled with his own jeans. She laughed and caught his hands, pushing them aside so that she could get them off quicker.

"Jess…"

"Yeah Sam?" She murmured as she knelt to remove his shoes, jeans and boxers. She looked up to find him staring down at her. "Sam?"

"I…I…feel…" he shook his head and stumbled but she steadied him.

"I know," she kissed him again, letting her hands roam, feeling the scars of hunting on his body. "It's alright, let go Sam. I've got you," she murmured, backing up until she felt the bed behind her. She turned and pushed him down onto the mattress before straddling him. Sam groaned, hands coming up to grip her hips as she began to move, she leant down to kiss him before her lips moved over his skin, murmuring words he couldn't hear even as he moved with her. With every word the magic in the room grew more potent, swirling around them, drawing Sam's out to mix with it. Sam couldn't speak, lost to sensation, as his magic surged through his body, glassy eyes shimmering gold with power.

Jess was overwhelmed by the power within Sam, it was beyond anything she had dreamed of! And it would all be hers one day. There were quicker methods she could have used. She had access to a Witchcatcher which would compel him to obey her every command and she knew the spell that would control his will and mind but that would drain all emotion from him and the catcher could be removed, not to mention was rather noticeable. This spell work was far subtler, by forcing his magic to submit to hers first it ensured he would not be a threat, it would link them so that she could use his massive reserves to fuel her spells. It would take years but, in the end, Sam would be her willing servant and would do anything to please her, even kill his own family. With that power they could destroy the demon she had dealt with and even fuel immortality! She smirked as Sam writhed beneath her, panting, and moaning as her magic flowed into his body and she kept moving. Her magic was also keeping him from orgasming, she was far from done with him even as she reached hers.

Two hours later she released that magic and Sam cried out in relief and pleasure, body shaking, before he slumped on the bed, boneless, staring through her as he literally saw the magic in the room for a second before passing out. Jess kissed slack lips before leaving the bed to clean up, cleaning Sam too with a warm, wet cloth, before getting Sam under the covers, getting in to cuddle with him and sleep.

Sam woke slowly the next day, feeling the warmth of another body against his and it felt really good. He gradually forced heavy eyes open to see a mass of blond hair, Jess. Last night…he shivered as he tried to remember but it was just a mess of pleasure, of her. he felt different too…. settled, content…so tired…

Jess turned in his arms at the shiver to see half opened eyes fogged by exhaustion and pleasure. She cupped his cheek and leant in to kiss him softly, feeling his magic shift sluggishly in reaction, Sam's lips parting for her. "It's Saturday Sam, get some sleep," she whispered, stroking his naked back in a soothing manner, not arousing and Sam yawned, eyelids drooping further until he was deeply asleep again. If she could do this every day, Sam would be hers within a few months at most but they both lived in dorms and Sam was on a scholarship. She didn't know if his family was checking on him so until he was her completely she needed to move slowly, carefully. Her hands wandered his skin in patterns, forming runes for protection, health, love, she was not going to risk losing him.

Sam woke late that afternoon, shocked they had slept the day away, still unable to remember what had happened the night before beyond the fact they'd had sex for the first time. They ate toast and cereal and fell back into bed together for a more normal time that Sam would remember, even as his magic shyly reached for hers.

Eight months later they moved into an apartment together off campus and Jess finally told him of their magic, knowing he would not even consider harming her or himself now.

TBC…