JESS

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They belong to Kripke. This is done strictly for fun, not profit. Also, if anything seems familiar, I don't own it.

A/N: Okay, so here's the first chapter of my new story. New drawing board, or…writing board I guess. Whatever. This is the story that got the most votes for me to start next so I hope you all like it.

Spoilers: Season 1. So if you haven't seen Season 1…I guess most people have seen Season 1 by now.

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"Sam. Hey, Sam," somebody whispered.

Sam shifted slightly in his sleep but didn't wake up.

"Psst. Hey, Sam. Wake up," they whispered again and nudged his shoulder.

Sam came closer to waking up and grunted softly as the nudge turned into a full blown shake. "Mnh. G'way," He mumbled as he fought to go back to sleep. It wasn't time to get up. He had just gotten to sleep a little while ago.

"Sam, come on. Wake. Up." They shook him again and Sam couldn't help but wake a little more. He tried to figure out who was waking him. It wasn't Dean. It was too high pitched. Some girl. But who? "What y'want?" he mumbled as he turned over on his back and tried to pry his heavy eyelids open.

"I want you to wake up," said a familiar female voice with a hint of laughter behind it.

Sam finally pried his eyes open and then blinked against the bright sunlight streaming through the window behind the person who was bugging him. As his vision cleared he sucked in a breath and pulled away slightly. The girl smiled at him. Her face framed by blonde curls looked heavenly with the bright sunlight behind her. "Jessica?" he asked with wonder in his voice.

She smiled even more and shifted away slightly to get a better look at him. "Yeah, silly. Who did you think it was?"

Sam just gaped at her for a few more moments. This couldn't be real. He must be dreaming. Jessica was dead.

Jessica frowned slightly when he didn't answer. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked as she brushed his long bangs off his forehead and cupped his cheek with her hand.

He couldn't help but melt into her touch as he felt her warm hand against his cheek. He had longed for this for so long. He reached up to touch her hand and hold it to his face as his eyes slid closed. She felt so real. But how could this be real?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired I guess," he whispered not trusting his voice to do more than that. He opened his eyes to meet her concerned gaze and smiled slightly.

"You're sure?" she asked as she searched his eyes.

He nodded as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Okay…I just wanted to wake you up so I could tell you Happy Birthday." She smiled again and Sam drank it in trying to memorize everything about her.

There were so many things that had started to fade in his memory that he hadn't realized and then her words penetrated his thoughts. "My birthday?" he asked and frowned slightly.

This made her frown also. "Yes, your birthday. Don't tell me you forgot your birthday?" she said with a smile on her lips.

He shook his head. "No, no I didn't forget. I just—I had a long night last night and it took me a moment to realize what day it was. Thank you for reminding me." He reached out to run his hand through her soft curls and brushed the side of her face with his fingers. Her skin was so soft, and suddenly he hoped if this was a dream that he would never wake up.

Suddenly she shifted away towards the edge of the bed and Sam felt fear well up inside him as he reached out for her, afraid that she might leave. She sat on the edge of the bed and held up a finger for him to wait.

"Don't move," she said and then went into the next room.

Sam watched her walk away and then sat there trying to figure out what was going on. This couldn't be real. It must be a dream. He and Dean had just finished a hunt last night in Lincoln, Nebraska. It had been a poltergeist haunting a family's home that was starting towards more violent tendencies. He and Dean had just gotten back to the motel in the wee hours of the morning from salting and burning the bones. They had been so tired that they hadn't even bothered to take showers before passing out on their beds.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes trying to make sense of what had happened.

Jess walked back into the room holding a cupcake with a single lit candle and a box wrapped in silver paper.

She began to sing Happy Birthday and Sam smiled as she padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge next to him.

Jess smiled brightly at him and handed him the cupcake. "Just a little something to celebrate with now, but don't worry, there'll be much more to come this evening."

Sam just smiled as he took the cupcake and then looked at her with love in his eyes.

"Make a wish," she said indicating the candle. Sam just continued to look at her for few moments before looking at the cupcake. What else could he wish for than what he had right now? He paused for a second and then blew out the candle.

Jess clapped and giggled as the smoke wafted in the air. She then held out the box to him and he set the cupcake down on the nightstand so he could take it. It was wrapped simply in silver paper with a silver ribbon around it tied in a pretty bow.

He carefully undid the bow and slipped the paper from the box. As he opened it his breath caught in his throat. It was a leather bound journal with the letter W intricately stamped into the cover of it. He looked at her in astonishment as he took it from the box and hefted it in his hand. He opened the front cover and there on the first page she had written.

To my loving Sam. Here's something for you to write all your hopes and dreams in so that hopefully one day they will come true. Happy Birthday. Love, Jess.

He ran his hand over the inscription remembering that he still had this book buried in the bottom of his duffel bag. He had packed it in there the night before he left to go with his brother to find their father. Before… "Thank you. It's beautiful," he said softly.

"You're welcome, Sam."

He looked up at her then and leaned forward to kiss her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss just as gently. He pulled back so that he could look into her eyes and knew he wanted more.

He quickly set the present aside and reached to gently entwine his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer to him for another kiss. He let all of his passion, sadness, and love flow through that kiss and soon she was pulling away gasping for air.

"Sam," she said breathily before searching his eyes for what was happening.

Soon they were kissing again as their passion for each other rose hungrily, tasting each other as they tried to communicate their love for each other. Sam's hands wandered over her body pulling her closer to him and he trailed kisses down her neck as she clung to him.

"Sam…what…are you okay?" she asked as he continued to kiss her neck.

"I'm fine." He pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes. Her face was flushed with the heat of desire and her eyes told him of the love she had for him. "I just…I love you so much."

She then smiled and ran her hand across his cheek. "I love you, too."

Sam pulled her towards him for another kiss and she straddled his hips to sit on top of him. Soon, clothes started to come off and Sam buried his face in her hair as he held her to him. She felt so warm and soft and real. He could smell her perfume in her hair. Like lilacs and vanilla. A smell that he loved. He loved her so much.

She kissed his neck and ran her hands over his taunt shoulders as he held her to him like if he would let go she would disappear. He had closed his eyes relishing the feel of her being this close to him and alive. He didn't want to miss a single detail. He then opened his eyes and gasped.

There standing at the end of the bed was an old hag smiling viciously at him.

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Sam sat up in bed with a strangled yell on his lips.

He was panting heavily as he looked around the room. It was still dark and it took him a while to adjust to the darkness after the brightness of his dream. Was it a dream?

He tried to gulp down some air as his heart calmed back down from its galloping race against his ribs. He looked to his left to see his brother asleep in the other bed sprawled on his stomach with one hand under his pillow resting on the knife Sam knew was there. It was just a dream.

Sam let out a big sigh and put his head in his hands. He then began to cry. Even if it was a dream, it had seemed so real. And for him to have Jess back if even for a moment it hurt to be reminded of how much he loved her.

He wept silently not wanting to wake his brother. He thought back to the dream and how beautiful Jess had looked. He couldn't believe that she had been gone for only six months. So much had happened in those six months that it sometimes seemed like it had been years. He almost thought he could still smell lavender and vanilla on his hands and his heart tightened even more.

Once he was done crying he wiped his eyes and sniffled a little before laying back down on the bed. He began to think back about the dream trying to remember all the details. It had been his twenty-second birthday. With a start, Sam realized that today was his birthday. He hadn't even remembered that it was today. They had been so busy with all the hunts and everything that he had forgotten about it. He wondered if Dean would remember.

He smiled as he remembered back on a few of his birthdays as a kid. They usually didn't have much, but Dean always tried to make his birthday special in some way or another. A cupcake with a candle, a special book, or sometimes making sure he could spend his birthday with his friends instead of on some kind of hunt. Of course Dean would remember and Sam smiled to himself.

His thoughts fell back to the dream again and the love he had felt for Jessica. He could still feel her soft lips on his and then he stopped.

His blood ran cold as he remembered what had woken him from the dream: The old hag standing at the foot of the bed. He sat up in bed gasping as realization washed over him. It hadn't been a dream.

Sam looked to the foot of the bed and saw the old woman standing there starring at him and he tried to call out but found that he couldn't his vocal chords seeming almost frozen. "Dean," he tried again but no sound was heard. Crap. He tried to get up but found that his legs wouldn't move. Double crap. He was trapped and no one could help him. "What do you want?" he managed to whisper as he continued to struggle to move.

She calmly continued to stare at him as she moved closer to the end of the bed her eyes never leaving his.

Sam swallowed hard trying to wet his suddenly dry throat. Get a grip, Sam. She didn't seem to be much of a threat visually. Hell, Sam thought he could probably bench press her without even breaking a sweat. But he also could feel the power rolling off of her in waves as she calmly regarded him with cool blue eyes. "I said what do you want?" Sam said a little more forcefully as he tried to figure out what he could do. It seemed that Dean couldn't hear anything going on or she had put a spell of him. Either way, Dean wasn't going to be any help.

She calmly continued to stare at him and Sam could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the eerie silence of it all. She finally raised a small hand as if waving at him and Sam frowned in confusion before she spoke. "I want…you," she said with a slightly evil smile on her lips. She flicked her fingers and Sam slammed back onto the bed banging his head against the headboard. Stars exploded in his vision and then all was black.

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"Sam? Sam, are you okay?" Jess asked him with concern in her voice.

Sam blinked his eyes trying to focus on the fuzzy face in front of him. He tried to raise his head and winced at the stabbing pain in his head. "Ow." He reached up to the back of his head and could feel the goose egg bump starting to form where he'd hit his head. He blinked a few more times and finally Jess's worried face came into focus.

"Hey, are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard." Jess was still straddling his legs and her long hair hung in wavy curls around her face as she leaned over him.

"Yeah." He took a moment to look around trying to get his bearings. "Yeah, I'm fine."

It was his room. Jess was here. Then what was that about the old woman?

"You sure? You seem a little out of it." Jess put her hand to the side of his face and he focused back on her face before smiling.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Besides, I've got a hard head."

Jess giggled slightly at that before kissing him again. "Oh, you're a dork you know that right?"

Sam laughed slightly and rolled them so he was lying beside her and leaning over her slightly. He brushed her blonde curls away from her face and just basked in her beauty for a moment.

She smiled again and lightly brushed his arm with her fingertips. "So…what do you want to do now?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

He looked away for a second like he was trying to think of what to do. "Uh, let me see." He smiled as he looked back down at her beautiful face. "I bet I can think of something."

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Sam startled awake to find it dark in the room.

What the-

His eyes searched the dark blindly trying to figure out where he was and then everything came back to him. The old woman.

He gasped and tried to sit up to search the room but found that he couldn't. His legs and arms tingled with pins and needles and his body felt heavy as if he were being pressed down into the mattress. He breathed heavily as he tried to lift his head to look around the room. He blinked trying to get his eyes to adjust to the dark and finally noticed that no one was in the room except Dean.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and then tried to get up again. He tried to push himself up on shaky arms struggling to even sit up grunting with the effort. Why was this so difficult? Finally he flopped back onto the bed when he couldn't do it panting as he tried to pull oxygen into his lungs.

Crap. What's wrong with me?

He tried to roll to his side and found that just as difficult. He finally just lay there on his back looking up into the dark of the room. His legs and arms continued to tingle and the sensation started to become worse. Suddenly pain exploded in his feet and legs and he could feel his muscles start to tighten up. It felt like a giant Charlie horse working its way up his legs one at a time and not letting go.

Sam tried to call out but no sound came out. He tried again with the same results. He then tried to call out to Dean, but couldn't get any sound to come out. Something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong. He looked around frantically trying to think of a way he could alert his brother to his predicament. Finally an idea occurred to him.

He clawed at the edge of the bed as he tried to move his body onto his side so he could look at his brother. His legs continued to cramp and Sam cried out silently as they wouldn't move. He finally got his body twisted enough so his top half was facing his brother and then he took a deep breath and brought his heavy arm out to the night stand.

He strained to reach the lamp but fell short by at least a couple of inches. He cursed silently as he felt his thigh muscles clench and his legs started to curl in upon themselves uncontrollably. Sam then noticed his cell phone laying on the stand and grabbed it before falling back onto the bed panting hard from the exertion.

Sam cried out and grabbed at the bed as his hip and stomach muscles clenched and Sam tried to breathe through the pain of it all. He quickly found his brother's number on speed dial and hit send.

Come on, Dean. Help me.

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Rrrriiiiinnnnnggggg.

Dean could hear a piercing ring drift through the fog clouding his brain and tried to figure out what it was. Was it some kind of alarm? Nah, it couldn't be. He hadn't really needed an alarm since he and Sam had gotten back on the road after Dad had left. His brother always woke up early and then got Dean up. But there it was again.

Rrrriiiinnnnnnggggg.

He groaned as it became louder as he slowly began to wake up. After the fourth time he was starting to get annoyed. "Sam? What the…," he grumbled into his pillow not wanting to budge from his comfortable position. Thankfully after the fifth time it quit and Dean started to drift off to sleep again assuming Sam had taken care of it. Then it started again.

Dean's eyed popped open blearily and he growled as he realized that it was his phone. Who the hell would be calling me at this time in the morning? He sat up and blearily scrubbed at his face as he reached for his phone sitting on the nightstand.

"This better be good," he growled into the phone. There was silence on the other end and Dean gritted his teeth to keep his anger in check. "Hello?" he ground out. "Hello?" Still nothing.

He closed his phone and grumbled in frustration as he laid back down trying to get comfortable again. His head hadn't even hit the pillow before it started ringing again. He swore softly and picked up the phone again.

"What?" There was no answer and he swore a little louder before slamming the phone closed and throwing it on the nightstand grumbling something about prank callers. He put his elbows on his knees and scrubbed roughly at his face trying to get his anger under control. He hated prank calls. If the person called back again he was definitely going to give them an ear full.

He sat there for a moment before realizing that he could see a small square of light coming from the floor near Sam's bed. He frowned slightly and hesitated a moment before reaching for it not sure if it was real or not. When he finally reached it he realized it was Sam's phone, lying open with the dull glow of the monitor shining out into the dark room.

What the-?

He closed the phone with a small snap, and as if that little noise had opened up his senses, he then became aware of the labored breathing coming from Sam's bed.

Dean's heart began to race and he quickly reached to turn on the lamp. He blinked furiously as the bright light blinded him momentarily and then he was trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

Sam was twisted into a fetal position facing Dean's bed, his arms and legs tucked into his torso as tightly as they could go with the bedding tangled around his body. If Dean had seen him from across the room he might have thought he was asleep, but then Dean saw his face and the pure look of fear in his eyes.

"Sam?" he asked in confusion and worry.

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Mwahahahaha. Cliff hanger. Don't you hate me just about now? Hope you liked it. Let me know by sending me a review and telling me what you think. Good or bad. Every little review helps me. And don't worry. I've pretty much got the next chapter written. I'll post it probably tomorrow if not tonight. Until then.