Superphantom Week
Day 1: Past

A/N: so, it's superphantom week on tumblr. i, being a long time fan of both shows, of course decided to participate and write some drabbles for each day. now, it's been a really long time since i've written anything for either shows, so i'm a bit nervous about posting anything because i'm pretty sure that i've messed up a few of the characters (more like most of them). if that is the case, i would like to apologize in advance. at any rate, on with the fic!


The Past Catches Up

Sam smiled as Jessica practically dragged him towards the restaurant, adoring the gleeful look that was plastered on his girlfriend's face. She had a skip in her step as she led the way, laughter in her voice as she spoke of her friend that she had been dying to introduce him to. "She's the kindest person I've ever met, and I know you'll like her because she's smart," she said as they neared the entrance, "in fact she's one of the few people I'd say could possibly be smarter than you."

He jokingly gasped, free hand clasping over his heart as he mocked offense. "Smarter than me? Impossible." But he laughed and grinned as she giggled at his antics and led him into the restaurant. In all honesty, he didn't doubt that Jess's friend was actually smarter than him. While he wouldn't claim that he was devoid of intelligence, he never believed himself to be half as smart as his girlfriend claimed.

He scanned the crowded room as Jessica talked to one of the staff, for some reason hoping to see just who this friend was that they were meeting – or so he told himself. In truth he was searching for any possible danger, specifically of the nonhuman variety, a habit that he had yet to fully shake off. Eighteen years of hunting had left its mark, and the young man hoped that it was not a permanent one.

"Jessica!" a voice called over the din, one that sounded vaguely familiar to the youngest Winchester. He did not have much time to wonder about it as Jessica had already begun to drag him across the room to a booth near the back, waving one hand above her head while she did so.

Sam sighed, though it was one closer to contentment rather than annoyance, as he finally spotted the friend that they were meeting with. At the table sat a young woman, only a few years younger than himself, with light orange hair that went just past her shoulders and bright teal eyes that sparkled with joy at the sight of Jess. Sam stared at the girl, with her pale skin and freckled cheeks, a nagging feeling at the back of his mind shouting that he should know her. But no matter how much he dug through old memories of hunts and monsters, he could not place a name to the face.

"It's so good to see you, Jazz!" Jessica greeted as she pulled the woman out of the booth and hugged her tightly, causing the redhead to laugh.

Jazz.

And suddenly, it clicked.

"Jazz?" Sam breathed, horror freezing him still as he stared at the woman currently chatting with his girlfriend. No. No, no, no. Please let it be a different Jazz. He had done so well to leave that part of his life behind!

Although he had barely whispered her name, it had caught her attention anyway, and soon teal eyes met hazel as she, too, froze. Her eyes went wide briefly before she blinked and smiled, stepping away from Jessica. "Sam? Sam Winchester, is that you?"

He stared at her for a little longer before coughing and pushing aside his displeasure. There was little that could be done for the situation other than grin and bear it. Which was precisely what he did, forcing a kind smile onto his face that more than likely game off as a grimace. "Yeah, that's me. Jazz Fenton, right?" He held out his hand, which she took with hardly any hesitation. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She smiled and nodded. "A few years, give or take. We were still in high school when we last saw each other."

"Whoa, hold on," Jessica began, interrupting them before either could speak much more. "You two know each other?" She sent Sam a pointed look, which he replied with a somewhat sheepish shrug.

"Her parents were friends with my dad," he explained, trying to be as vague as he could. "They'd sometimes watch my brother and me while he was caught up with work." Jazz gave him a surprised look, but said nothing and merely nodded. Jessica looked at them suspiciously, all too aware that he was purposely telling as little as possible, but simply shrugged it off. With a sigh, she had the three of them sit down at the table.

The following meal was…awkward, to say the least. At least it was for him. Jazz and Jessica seemed to not feel the same unease he did, for they talked throughout the entire meal as though nothing was wrong. Sam, however, had trouble focusing, his mind constantly wondering to the weeks he had to stay with the Fentons and the friend he made in the woman that sat across from him. He recalled how she would help him with homework, or how she would fend off any of the food that happened to come to life (with all the monsters and ghosts he fought growing up, even he was surprised when hotdogs with teeth attempted to eat him). She listened whenever he complained about his life, specifically towards his father and the way the man treated him, and she offered advice where it was needed. He remembered the last time they seen each other, how they exchanged a hasty goodbye at the sight of the black impala sitting in front of the school, promising to keep in touch – a promise that, unsurprisingly, fell through.

He wished Jazz no ill will, for all his memories of her were fond. She was a good friend and had helped him through some rough patches. But she was a connection to his past, someone who knew about his life as a hunter. While he doubted she would reveal anything to Jess, he was still on edge, listening closely to the women's conversation for any slip up. He couldn't have Jess find out about his connection to the supernatural, not like this. It had to come from his own mouth, if ever at all.

But Jazz said nothing on the subject. In fact she didn't even speak with him throughout most of the meal, her eyes directed on either Jess or her food. It wasn't until Jessica left to go to the restroom did she turn to him, her eyes drowning him with disapproval.

"She doesn't know," was all she said, the statement knowing and sharp. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Yeah, she doesn't."

A sigh. "You're going to have to tell her you know."

He nodded, turning his attention towards his food. "I know. I'm just…waiting for the right moment, the right way to approach it."

She tutted, and Sam found himself glancing up at her. She was giving him a knowing look, one he had been on the receiving end of several times in the past. Suddenly he felt as though he was a teenager again, sitting in a pink room with the daughter of two ghost hunters, complaining about brothers and parents and the supernatural. "You just better do it soon, alright? Trust me when I say that few things are more harming to a relationship than keeping such a big deal secret for so long."

Jessica returned before Sam ever got the chance to reply, and the subject was dropped almost instantly. He didn't speak until after they had finished eating, giving the redhead a simple goodbye before heading out the doors. Jazz's words did not leave his head for the rest of the night, causing him to get little sleep.

He knew he had to tell Jessica about his past, about his brother and his father and hunting, but he dreaded the conversation with every molecule of his being. He was happy with his life now, as a college student going into law, as a loving boyfriend living a normal, average life. He did not want his past to come breaking through the front door and ruining it.

He'll tell her about his past eventually.


A/N: i would just like to apologize one last time if i messed up any characters. like i said before, it's been a long time since i've written anything for both shows, and it's been a really long time since i've seen the early seasons of supernatural. either way, i hope you enjoyed it despite that.