Disclaimer: I do not own anything that appears on the show supernatural. I do own anything not on the show.
A/N: This is just something I thought of earlier today. So, I'm sorry if it's not very good.
"Sam, are you sure it's only for a few hours?" Kate, Sam's wife, asked him worriedly.
"Yes, don't worry. I've done this millions of time before and Dean is going to be with me." Sam said hugging his wife.
"Just be safe." She told him kissing him quickly. After her husband disappeared through the door she turned around to see a four-year-old tugging at her shirt.
"Mommy, is daddy going to be gone long?" the little boy asked her with these brown eyes exactly like his father. He looked way too much like Sam and it scared Kate.
"Yes, now come on let's go say good night to your sister then it's off to bed." She picked up her son and walked into a nursery that had a crib in the middle of it. Inside the crib was a small girl that looked more like Kate, but still had Sam's eyes.
"Good night Jessie," Jason said kissing his baby sister on the forehead.
"Sleep tight, sweetheart," Kate said picking Jason back up and putting him in his own bed.
A few hours later
The lights started to flicker and Kate was getting scared. She got out of bed to check on her kids. She first walked across the hall to check on Jason, who was sound asleep in his bed. She then went across the hall to check on Jessica. She noticed somebody standing over the crib and smiled.
"Sam? Your back early." She went up to him and smiled.
Outside the house
"Dean, I don't think our kids should know about us hunting," Sam said looking at his older brother.
"They should know the truth, Sammy," the older brother stated. Shaking his head, the younger got out of the impala and started to walk to his house. He heard Kate scream and took off running. Dean wasn't far behind him.
When he got into the house, Sam was upstairs and into Jess's nursery in a minute. He relaxed when he saw his daughter in her crib.
"Hi Jessie," he said putting his hand on her head. Just like his father 29 years ago, blood dripped onto his hand. He looked up and saw his wife, Kate pinned to the ceiling with her stomach slit. "No!"
Dean burst in a few seconds later with Jason by his side. He ran past his shocked younger brother and grabbed the baby out of the crib.
"Take your sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back," The older brother told Jason handing him Jessie. "Now Jace, go!"
The little boy took off running as fast as he could as Dean grabbed Sam. They made it outside in just enough time. The house went up and flames.
"No, no, not again," Sam said cradling his daughter in his hands and his son to his side. "Not again."
14 years later
"JESSICA MARIE YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!"
"He used my full name this must be bad," I muttered getting off my bed. As a walked down the hallway I saw my cousin, Ashton come up the stairs.
"Somebody's in trouble," he smirked at me. When he did that he looked way too much like his dad. I swear I just wanted to slap him.
"Shut up, Ashton, I heard them yelling at you earlier," He glared at me then walked on. I would get my revenge on him later.
I guess I should explain about my life a little. When I was 6 months old my mom died in a fire that had started in my nursery. My dad said it had something to do with a candle we had in there. I don't believe him one bit.
My dad is Sam Winchester. NEVER call him Sammy. Only my Uncle Dean's allowed to do that. I just stick to Dad anyways. He's really smart and should be a lawyer, but instead works downtown at this really wicked bookstore. He owns it and forces me to work there on weekends when he's gone on business trips. I don't mind though, I pretty much have read every book in the place.
Then there is my brother, Jason. He looks so much like my dad some people actually call him Sam. He even talks like my dad and is pretty smart for an 18-year-old. Of course, I've surpassed him in a few things though.
Of course, there's also my Uncle Dean Winchester and his family. They live next door, but we pretty much live together. Uncle Dean is probably the coolest uncle around, but I can't say much because he's my only uncle. Then there's my aunt, Tasha. She rocks out loud, but can be too strict at times since she doesn't think my dad does a good enough job. Well, at least I can talk to her about things that are too weird to talk with my dad.
Then there are my cousins, Mary, Ashton, Quincy, and Johnny. Mary's nineteen and is so much fun to be around. She likes to take Quincy and me to the mall so we can get away from the boys. Ashton is a total pain in the ass. He's fifteen and thinks he can get any girl he wants. My dad says he acts way too much like his dad and I totally agree.
Quincy is my best friend in the whole wide world and most likely because we are so close in age. She's only a week older than me and never lets me live it down. Another thing is we spend every weekend together when our dads go out. Then there's little Johnny. He's six years old and full of energy. It's hard to even get him to sit for five minutes.
That's my family and I guess it's all I'm really going to have. My grandparents on my dad's side are dead. My grandma died in a fire in my dad's nursery like my mom did and my grandpa died of a heart attack before I was born. My mom's side refuses to even talk to us because they blame my dad for my mom's death even though he wasn't even home at the time.
Now lets get back to my life now. Where were we? Oh yeah, I was walking downstairs.
"What?" I asked my dad when I hit the bottom of the stairs. He didn't look in a good mood and neither did my uncle, who happened to be sitting on a chair a few feet away.
"What's this?" my dad asked showing me my report card. I gulped; this wasn't going to be good. I had gotten one F, one D, and all the rest were A's.
"My report card," I said smiling. He gave me a look that said 'do you think I'm an idiot,' I just kept smiling at him.
"Sit down," When I didn't respond he got real pissed. "NOW!"
I sat. He doesn't act like this very much. Usually when Jason gets into some kind of trouble, but towards me. Okay, that's a total lie. I get in trouble way more then Jason. Heck, I back talk my dad more then I've known anybody else do.
"You told me you would get these up," Sam said looking at me in the eyes. I was about to pull some sob story about something that had happened at school or that the teachers hate me, but when I opened my mouth I was yelled at again.
"No, excuses Jess, until you get these grades up your grounded," Now, that's something that only happens every once in a while. I'm never really grounded. It's usually that I'm forced in my room till it's clean or no computer never grounded grounded.
"Dad, that's not fair!" I yell at him.
"Your dad's right, Jess, you promised him you would keep your grades up," Uncle Dean butted in. I gave him my worst glare I could and turned my attention back to my dad.
"Quincy and I are supposed to go out tonight, though," I was whining now. Just a little more of this and I was going to have to pull out my secret weapon. I usually never have to use it, but this was getting hard for me.
"Well, looks like you'll be in your room studying and doing homework. Now, hand over the cellphone," Sam said putting out his hand. I gave him my puppy eyes as the phone was placed into his hands.
"You can't use my own trick on me, it only works on Dean," My dad said sitting back down. I then trudged upstairs not wanting to talk to anybody. It wasn't fair the teachers really didn't like me, but it was because of how I acted and that would jut piss my dad off more. I slammed my door and flung myself on the bed. Putting my face into my pillow I screamed at the top of my lungs. This was not going to be a fun week.
A/N: Wow, I don't think I've written something this long before. 5 pages on word!!! That's a lot for me. Well, what do you think?? Should I continue?? Review please, I want to know what you think and don't worry. This chapter was a filler, so that you got to know Jess and the rest of the family. The next one is where everything will start. I PROMISE!!