Hi everyone! I know it's been forever since I've written anything, so sorry. I just haven't had any good ideas lately. However, I have recently finished watching Supernatural, which is an absolutely amazing show. I fell head over heels for Jess and Sam in the first five minutes, and I was devastated when Jess died. This little story popped into my head the other day, and I was super excited to write it out and see what I could do with it. I currently have no idea how far I'm going to take it, and if it will be mostly cannon or turn a bit AU, so I'll let you know as it progresses.

Um, things you need to know; I don't own the characters or anything you recognize from the show, that is all from the mind of the amazing Eric Kripke. Rating for this is probably a mild PG, I probably won't use much language (except, you know, Dean), but it may have some violence. The pairing for this is 100% Sam/Jess, which means no Wincest, Destiel, ect., and I'll probably cut out Madison and such too.

That should be it! Enjoy!

Starting Over

It was time for Sam to be home. Jess had tried everything to distract herself from worrying about her gentle giant of a boyfriend. It wasn't that she thought he couldn't take care of himself, in fact, on several occasions he had proven himself quite capable of that. A bar fight with eight guys against three came to mind, and Sam had come out of that with only a few bruises and a sore hand.

So she wasn't worried for his physical health, not really, at least not any more than usual. It was his mental health that had her pacing the floor and begging the clock to go faster. Her boyfriend was naturally secretive, keeping quiet about his scars and his weird habits (like the salt and the iron poker even though they didn't have a fireplace and the spray bottle of water he kept in the kitchen cupboard that she wasn't supposed to use).

But above and beyond all that, the one thing Sam had never talked about was his family. She knew he had a brother, and she assumed there were parents in there somewhere, but she had heard little else. She did know that he hadn't talked to his family since he came to college, though that was more because she spent most of her time around him than that he'd actually told her.

Of course, now she had met Dean, the elusive brother, and he had brought word to Sam about their father, who was apparently a hunter and also missing. How one went missing on a hunt Jess had no idea, didn't people take guides and go in groups and stuff? But Sam had gone stiff at that, and Jess had been sent away. She had waited, impatiently, if she was honest, for Sam to come back and explain all this. But he had come in their room and started throwing his things in a duffle, and given her half-hearted explanations like, "Don't worry," "No big deal," and "I'll be back Sunday, promise."

And then he was gone, the rumble of Dean's classic car fading into the Palo Alto night. Which left Jess, two days later, pacing her living room floor worried sick about her boyfriend and hoping he would be in one piece when he came back.

"Oh, get a grip." Jess told herself finally. She looked out the window one more time, and then resolutely turned towards the kitchen. "Let's do something productive, shall we?"

Author's note: Sorry about all the expo, I had to get into her voice and set the scene and stuff. Next chapter will have more action and some Winchesters, I promise. Anyway, tell me what you think!

~Alanna

P.S. The bar fight in the first paragraph? Actually happened, but to Jared. He, Jensen and a friend of Jared's got jumped by eight guys outside a bar in Vancouver. Jared broke his hand punching some guy. Jensen had gotten away, but saw that Jared was still in there and went back to rescue him. They talk about it in a couple interviews. Just Google 'Jared bar fight'.