A/N Another preseries fic. I'm sorry I'm just obsessed with them. Once again all mistakes are my own. Please read and review- all reviews are welcome. Also I am English so some spellings might seem weird and I'm not quite sure on how American systems work. I will probably make this into a multi-chapter fic if you guys are interested.

Warning: tiny bit of cussing

Disclaimer: Supernatural and anything recognisable aren't mine and never will be.

Sam never talked about his family. Well, OK, that wasn't quite true; in all the time I had known him he had mentioned his family a grand total of 4 times. Here is what I knew:

He had a brother called Dean

His mum died when he was a baby

He didn't talk to his family anymore.

It bugged me. I knew Sam didn't want to talk about it but seriously... He could trust me. I thought about this long and hard but could never find a way to bring up Sam's family without it being weird or awkward. Plus, maybe I did feel a tiny bit guilty for being nosey. It wasn't like Sam provided any openings and when I tried to create openings by talking about my own family Sam acted interested but changed the subject as early as possible. So when I found the picture I jumped at the opportunity to find out about his family.

I knew there was some kind of picture related to Sam's past in his wallet but hadn't managed to catch a glimpse of it because whenever I approached Sam tucked back into battered wallet pocket and snapped it shut so all I could see was the worn leather exterior. On this particular day Sam forgot his wallet and when I picked it up a tattered photo fluttered out. My heart was hammering as I picked it up. My mouth dropped open in shock.

First thing I noticed was Sam. A younger Sam but still unmistakably Sam. Next thing I noticed was the guy who had Sam in a head lock as he was kinda hard to miss. I guessed that must be Sam's brother. Totally in love with Sam though I was, I had to admit he was handsome. Green eyes, brown hair that edged towards blond and a careless smile graced his lips. The thing that shocked me was the happiness and the love that was clearly felt for each other.

Maybe I had been too hasty to judge but I had assumed that two guys that hadn't spoken in years obviously didn't give a damn about each other or hated each other. Sometimes I even suspected he abused Sam. I mean how else could you explain the numerous scars that covered Sam's body? Nobody was that clumsy. However, if Sam had been abused I reckoned his dad would be the culprit. Even Sam had admitted they hadn't got on. But still, a brother would know what was going on, right?

"Jess?" Sam's voice came from downstairs moments after the sound of the door opening. "I've forgotten my wallet, would you..."

I looked up. Sam stood in the doorway with a look of anger, no, a look of betrayal unmasked on his face.

"Sam I..." I didn't know what to say. Feeble excuses fell unspoken from my lips. Suddenly I felt a surge of anger. "Why don't you trust me?"

A look of shock flew across Sam's face making his eyebrows disappear into his fringe. "Jess, I do. Of course I do. I love you." He tried to reassure while shuffling uneasily on the spot.

"Then why can't you tell me about your family? Do you think I'm suddenly going to stop loving you because of who your related to?" I asked making it sound sarcastic and snarky even though I was terrified my accusations were true.

"No but. But. But." He struggled to explain. "Don't turn this on me! It was you who was snooping through my stuff!" He threw back triumphantly. It hurt me that he looked like he got a kind of vicious pleasure from fighting me.

"Well yeah." I conceded reluctantly. "But because that's the only way I'm going to find out who you family is!" I shot back.

Sam ran a hand through his hair wearily and all of a sudden looked tired and I felt so damn guilty for poking me nose in his business. What right did I have? You're his girlfriend I reminded myself. And you deserve the truth. Telling myself that didn't make it any easier. Especially when he pleaded "Jess, let's not fight."

My heart melted but I was so close to finding something out so I kept my face cold and impassive even though I just wanted to hug him. "Are you going to tell me about your family?"

Sam sighed. "Jessssss, can we just forget about it please?" He used the most terrifying weapon on earth: puppy dog eyes. I had previously got the impression he had practiced these a lot. Now I knew I was right. The question was, who had he practised them on? I didn't know so I didn't give up.

"Sammmmmmmmmmm." I dragged the word out pleadingly. Damn it. He was still using his puppy dog eyes. I sighed. "Fine!" I made sure he could hear the for now at the end. I glared at him. At my words a smile of relief crossed his face and before I knew it we were kissing. For a few precious moments all my worries vanished and it just Sam. Unexpectedly he pulled away from me.

"Crap!"

I glanced at him worriedly. "What?"

"My class."

Oh yeah the whole reason he needed his wallet in the first place. He plucked the wallet with the top secret photo out my hand and rushed out the door with a hurried love you.

TBC…