What if it really was Jessica? AU in that Sam isn't Lucifer's vessel.

Sam was trying to sleep after his first night of work at the bar. He was restless. He missed Dean and he felt so guilty for everything he had done. He rolled over.

"Hey, Baby."

"Jessica?" He must be going crazy. Or maybe he was sleeping. "You're not real."

"Yes, I am."

"How is this possible?" Sam asked.

"Well, from what I understand, this isn't the weirdest thing you've ever come across."

"What do you mean?"Sam asked.

"You know that weekend you helped your brother look for your dad?"

"You mean the weekend you…died," Sam said, hesitantly.

"Yes. You were gone and I was making cookies for you. There was a knock on the door and Brady was there."

"Brady?" Sam said, wondering what his best friend had to do with anything.

"Yes. He told me he had to kill me because you were wasting your life. He told me he had introduced us just so that he could kill me. I'm a little fuzzy to what happened next, but I ran into the bedroom to get away from him and the next thing I know I'm sliding up the wall. Then I heard you come in. I saw you lying on the bed. I wanted to yell out to you, but I couldn't. Then I burst into flames, and the last thing I saw was Dean pulling you to safety. I was glad you weren't going to die, too."

"Do you remember anything after that? About being dead?" Sam asked. He couldn't remember anything about the time when he was dead, but Dean remembered Hell.

"No. The next thing I knew I was in this house talking to this man. He told me he brought me back as a reward for you. He couldn't find you, but he said because we were connected, he could send me directly to you. Who was that man?"

"I assume it was the devil," Sam said. He loved Jessica and he missed her and he was so glad she was back with him, but he had a feeling no good could come out of the devil bringing her back.

Jessica considered. That isn't what she thought the devil would look like. "Why would the devil want to reward you?"

"I accidentally freed him," Sam admitted. It was bad enough doing it and having Dean and Bobby know all about it. He didn't want to confess it to Jessica. She was the one pure thing in his life.

"How?"

"It's a long story," Sam said, hoping she would let the subject drop. He was afraid that this wouldn't last. He didn't want to waste his time with her discussing all of his recent mistakes.

"How long have I been dead?"

"Four years."

"Did you find your father?"

"Yeah, but he died." Sam didn't know what he should do about this whole situation. How could he even be sure this was Jessica?

"What about my parents?" Jessica asked. "How are they?" She was sure they must have been sad when she died, but hoped they had managed to move on in four years.

"I don't know," Sam admitted. "I haven't spoken to them since the funeral. They weren't too happy with me."

"Why not?" Jessica asked, confused. Her parents loved Sam.

"Well, our apartment caught fire and you died and I walked away without a scratch. Do the math."

"That wasn't your fault."

"Jess, you've never lost anyone you really loved. You have to blame someone."

"Let's go visit them."

"Your parents? They're going to freak out. We don't even know if this is permanent."

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked.

"Nothing," Sam said. He didn't want to upset Jessica.

"So, we can go?"

"Sure," Sam said. He couldn't stop her from going wherever she wanted. Not if she really was Jessica. But he couldn't unleash her on her parents without any protection if she wasn't.

SSS

"Don't you think we should have called first?" Sam asked as they walked up the path to her parents' door.

"They wouldn't have believed us," Jessica said.

Sam couldn't argue with that. They rang the doorbell.

The door was opened. "Mom!" Jessica said and ran into her mother's arms.

"Jessica? How is this possible?" She looked past Jessica to Sam.

"I don't know," Jessica said. They had decided to tell her parents as little as possible.

"Jason!" she yelled.

"What is it?" Jessica's father asked as he came to the door. "I don't believe it," he said as he saw his daughter.

"Come in," her mother said, as she realized they were standing outside.

They went inside and awkwardly tried to explain how Jessica could be alive. Finally, though, they decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and just be glad that they had their daughter back.

SSS

Jessica's parents went to bed and Sam and Jessica stayed up to watch the news. There was a news report about fire and hail. "That's weird," Jessica said.

"Yeah," Sam said. After Jessica went to bed, Sam pulled out his laptop and did some research. His fears were confirmed when he found out that these were Apocalpytic omens.

He pulled out his phone. He scrolled through the names and he stopped when he came to Dean's. He couldn't call Dean. He scrolled down one more name and called Bobby.

"Hey, Bobby. How are you?" Sam greeted.

"Fine," Bobby answered. He wasn't really, but Sam had his own problems.

"I think I've found some signs, a small town in Oklahoma. We've had hail storms and fire, and I think blood may be following shortly."

"OK. Is there a reason you're calling me?" Bobby asked. He was pretty useless without his legs.

Sam misunderstood. "Didn't Dean tell you?"

"Yeah, he told me," Bobby sighed. He wished those two boys would just realize they were better off together.

"So, I figured you might want to get a hunter on this."

"Sure, let's see. Who's the best hunter who may be in the area? Oh, yeah, that would be you."

"I can't Bobby. I'm out of it." Sam said and hung up. He didn't trust himself around demons and now he had Jessica to watch out for, too.

SSS

Bobby sat staring at the phone after Sam had hung up. He knew just the hunter to put on this little project. He dialed the phone.