Chapter One: First Meeting

"Sam!" The shout could barely be heard over the pounding of the music and the shouts, screams, and laughter of the crowd. Sam hadn't gone to many parties since arriving at Stanford, but his buddy Brady had talked him into it tonight.

"Sam!"

He turned in a circle, looking for Brady in the crowd. Being taller than the majority of the people around him, Sam spotted Brady fairly quickly. He was leading a short, blond woman towards Sam. Sam rolled his eyes. Brady was a notorious lady's man and he was forever trying to set Sam up with women he thought were "totally Sam's type". But as the two approached and Sam got a better look at her, he had to admit to himself that Brady wasn't actually that far off this time. Sure, she was short, but her blond hair was wavy and her body was curvy. She was smiling, and it was genuine and cute. Sam couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Sam!" Brady yelled in his ear. "This is Jessica."

Sam smiled at her and extended his hand to shake hers. "I'm Sam. Sam Winchester."

She smiled up at him. "Jessica Moore. Call me Jess."

"Alright…Jess."

Within seconds, Brady had disappeared into the crowd, leaving Sam and Jessica staring at each other awkwardly. Sam shifted. Jessica looked away for a moment. Suddenly, Sam was handing her a drink. The influence of the alcohol made Sam start to loosen up and he saw Jess doing the same. He smiled at her and watched as she smiled that cute little smile back. But the next moment, she was shoved from behind as the crowd gave a huge roar. She went flying towards Sam, her drink spilling all over Sam's shirt and drenching his hair in the warm liquid. His reflexes meant that he caught her in time before she smacked face first into his chest.

"Jess, Jess, are you okay?" He spoke in a low voice but directly in her ear so that she could clearly hear him. She looked up at him, taking in his wet hair and soaking shirt.

"Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry!"

"What? Oh no, don't worry about it, I'll live." He smiled down at her. She looked up at him, smiling slightly, and grabbed a napkin so that she could dab at his shirt and hair. Sam took her hand gently and led her into another, quieter room.

"I'm so sorry, Sam."

He met her wide, concerned gaze and smiled, a real smile. Jess saw it and smiled back, obviously relaxing.

"You know, if it's alright with you, Sam, I think I'll just stay with you for the rest of the night."

"Sounds good to me."

Later that night, Brady burst into Sam's dorm room, obviously drunk and in an extremely good mood.

"Sam, did I do good or what?"

"Yeah, man," Sam chuckled.

"So, uh…you guys…you know?"

"Hook up? No man. I just met her!" Sam rolled his eyes, some-what amused, but also a little impatient with Brady's flippant disregard and disrespect for Jessica. And women in general.

"So?" Brady sounded confused.

"So, she's special. I don't want to just hook up and move on."

"Ooooooh. You like her," Brady singsong-ed.

"So what if I do?"

"You gonna call her?"

"I think so."

*beeeeep* "Hey, uh, Jessica? This is Sam Winchester calling. Listen, we met the other night at a party. My friend Brady introduced us. You spilled beer on me. Anyway…I was wondering if you'd like to go get coffee with me sometime. Uh, give me a call back."