Hello, followers and Supernatural fans! This is my first supernatural fic, so please review and tell me what you think. I appreciate constructive criticism and reviews. This is a Sam/Oc fic because SAMMY IS PERFECT AND DESERVES A GIRLFRIEND! I'd also like to point out another great Sam/Oc fic: I'm Not Strong Enough To Stay Away by Garideth. It's AWESOME and inspired this story. Hope you like it! :D
Sam walked into his motel room, holding a cup of coffee. He hadn't slept the other night because he was having nightmares again. He opened the door to reveal Dean sitting up in bed, watching the ten o'clock news.
"Hey, man" said Dean, turning towards his brother, "What's with the coffee? It's, like, ten at night"
Sam didn't answer; he just shrugged and took a swig from his coffee cup, slumping down on the bed. "Dude!" exclaimed Dean, throwing his hands in the air, "Have you been having nightmares again? Is that why you haven't slept in two days?"
Again, Sam remained silent. Huffing, Dean threw his hands up again. "Okay, you know what? I'm taking you out", he declared. "What?!", exclaimed Sam. "Dude, you need to get laid, and soon!" said Dean. He grabbed his jacket and then dragged his brother out of the room and down the block to the nearest bar. Of course, the place was crawling with drunken women and creepy guys. Dean led Sam over to the bar. "Dude, what the hell?" said Sam, plopping down on a bar-stool.
Sam couldn't understand his brothers philosophy that beer and girls solve everything.
"Sammy, you need to loosen up. You've been so tightly wound lately, so you need to release some stress, and what better way than with a woman" Dean said with a wink. "Dean, no" stated Sam, completely uncomfortable with what his brother was pushing on him. Sam knew that Dean was a serious ladies man, but he just didn't think that way. He didn't like casual stuff, he wanted to actually like the girl he might be with.
"Okay, I'll just find you a girl", sighed Dean, not giving up. His eyes scanned the dark bar. His gaze landed on a group of hookers flirting with an very nervous man. "How about one of them?" inquired Dean, pointing towards the group of overly made-up women. Sam, of course, made a face and quickly shook his head.
Dean rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.
"Okay then" sighed Dean, "How about…"
Dean searched the room again, looking for a girl he thought Sammy might like. His eyes landed on a brunette sitting by herself in a corner table, reading a thick book. He smiled, knowing Sammy liked the bookish type.
"How about that girl?" he said, pointing towards the book girl. Sam looked over towards the brunette. Her hair covered most of her face, so he couldn't see much of her. Sam still looked hesitant.
"Sammy, it's either that girl or one of the hookers", stated Dean, "And if you don't talk to any girls, then I will hound you about it until next week"
Sam knew that his brother wasn't lying, so he swallowed his pride, sighed and stood up. He began walking towards the girl, getting nervous. Taking a deep breath, he mustered all his courage and muttered "Hi".
The girl looked up from her book with a confused look on her face, like she wasn't expecting to be approached by anyone, least of all a guy.
She was beautiful, but not in the normal, blonde-and-tan kind of hot, but a smart kind of beautiful. Her wide, forest green eyes were rimmed with black lashes. They looked smart, kind and, at the same time, frightening, like she had seen something awful. Her light olive skin was smooth and flawless except for a few scars on her face. Once scar was at the bridge of her nose and another near the corner of her left eye. Her long, chocolate brown hair hung down in her eyes and stuck out around her head in small fly-aways.
"Hi" mumbled Sam again, "Um, I'm Sam"
He stuck out his hand awkwardly for a handshake, which the girl hesitantly took. "Jamie" she replied, still looking confused.
"Um, my brother is kind of forcing me to at least talk to a girl, and he said it was either you or some hookers" stuttered out Sam, immediately regretting how he phrased his words. Instead of slapping him, like Sam had expected, Jamie chuckled. "Okay" she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "I'll help you get your brother off your back"
She gestured towards the chair in front of her, and Sam calmly sat. "Okay" she said awkwardly, "Let's find something to talk about"
It turns out they could talk about a lot. She loved books and was quite the nerd.
"Okay, wait" panted Sam, trying to stop laughing, "Your favorite word is what?"
"Supercalafrajalisticexpialadocious" replied Jamie proudly. She acted a tad bit like a little kid, but it was really funny to watch.
"So, um…" continued Sam, trying to think of a topic, "Favorite books"
Jamie placed a finger on her chin, contemplating. A small smile appeared on her face. "The Outsiders and The Great Gatsby" she said kindly, "You?"
"I think I have to go with Treasure Island. I've read it since I was a kid, and I've never stopped loving it" said Sam, thinking back to the long, lonely nights when his dad was gone and Dean had read him the book over and over again until he threatened to burn it if Sam didn't go to sleep.
"Why are you alone here?" he inquired, "I would have thought a pretty girl in a bar would be with someone"
Sam immediately blushed, realizing that he had called her pretty. Of course he had thought it, but he hadn't intended to creep her out. Luckily, she laughed, seemingly unaffected by his slip-up.
"I have a system" she said mysteriously, "I bring a book to a bar and sit near the back. When people see me, they think I'm waiting for a date because. And the book scares off the idiots"
She and Sam smiled, enjoying the small talk. Sam hadn't had much of it outside of awkward chats with Dean in the Impala. "So, are you a college student here?" asked Sam, taking a sip of his beer.
"No" she replied sadly, "It wasn't really an option for me. Kind of had to turn down some offers"
"Why?" asked Sam.
"Well, I had a few personal problems that prevented me from going" replied Jamie, sadly looking onto the scratched wooden table. Sam knew better than to pry into her life, especially since he had just met her, so he quickly changed the subject.
Of course, right at that moment, Dean had to stumble over, drunk, with a girl on his arm. "Sammy!" he exclaimed drunkenly, "Check out this girl! She has a sister if you want"
Jamie looked considerably disgusted and flicked something off of her face. Sam looked confused until she mouthed 'spit'. He had to choke back a laugh when he realized that Dean had sent spit flying at Jamie.
"Hey! Here's the chick I pointed out to you! Hottie right?" Dean slurred. Sam was definitely annoyed with his brother now.
"Of course, you could do better, but tonight isn't about scoring a ten, it's about scoring, period! You need it, little bro"
Sam glanced over at Jamie, completely embarrassed by Dean's drunken ramblings, particularly the insults. She had a sharp look in her eyes.
"Well, at least I'm not stumbling over my own feet. Can't hold your liquor, can you? So how about you and your lady go to some motel and leave us be?" Jamie spat. Sam smirked, enjoying the fact that someone had the guts to mess with Dean. The older brother looked confused, like he hadn't expected someone to get pissed. Sam shook his head, knowing this was Dean's usual. Whenever he got drunk, he had no filter, and when someone bit back, he got really dazed and confused.
Dean turned towards Sam, still looking confused. "Like I said, she has a sister" he mumbled, unsure of what to say.
"Dean, I'm not really interested", responded Sam patiently, but with annoyance evident in his voice. Sam looked back over at Jamie and noticed her eyes widen. "Sam and Dean?" she asked, her voice trembling, "Not Sam and Dean Winchester?"
"Yeah" slurred Dean, stumbling over his feet again. A kind of fury passed over Jamie's face and she quickly grabbed her book and stood up from her chair. "I have to go", she said quickly. She shoved her chair back towards the table and sprinted straight out of the bar into the cold night, leaving the brothers completely confused.
Jamie pressed her back to the wall, terrified. Someone was in her house, and something was seriously wrong. Her eyes travelled around the corner while her hand nervously played with the hem of her shirt. She recalled being too lazy to change out of her school uniform. Freshman year had been stressful, but nothing she couldn't handle.
As her eyes trailed the carpeted floor, she noticed something dark red peeking out from the open kitchen door. Something smelled weird, and she could hear voices…
Jamie opened her eyes, panting. The bright sunlight bled into her room through the motel curtains, forcing her to cover her eyes. Of course, she had another nightmare. The same one each time, and it never got any less terrifying.
Sitting up, Jamie tried to clear her mind. Doing this, her mind wandered to last night at the bar. Of course, it was just her luck that she had run into the two boys she would much rather never speak to in her lifetime. In fact, most preferably she would like to spit on their graves. Their fathers too…
Groaning, Jamie rolled out of bed and walked towards the sink. She brushed her teeth and thought about Sam. He didn't seem bad, in fact he was downright awesome. He loved books and old movies, and not to mention he was really handsome. She still couldn't believe someone with the god damned name Winchester could be even remotely tolerable. But she got annoyed thinking about his brother, Dean. His drunken state alone was annoying, but the fact that he looked like his father was worse. No, she thought, I'm not going to think about those douchebags.
So she put in her ear buds and started listening to The Neighborhood while getting dressed. She threw on her usual, jeans with a t-shirt, jean jacket and combat boots. She slid her gun into its special pocket on the inside of her jacket, carefully concealed from prying eyes. There had been several cow mutilations in this God forsaken down, and Jamie was ready to get to the bottom of it…
