Hey guys. I'm happy to see that somebody likes this already. Thank you.

This chapter is right after Dean arrives to pick up Sam. Sam comes back to Jessica and tells her about what was happening to him and his brother. She doesn't want to believe him, but still loves him. This is like a scene we don't see in the first episode.

Anyway, I just found out more about my favorite character in the show, Castiel. Not about about Castiel, about Misha Collins himself. I literally cried at the story I read, and I love him a little more. He's such a sweet guy.

Thank you Misha. Supernatural and life wouldn't be as great without you. And to all of those other people out there, you are awesome too. Keep being great people.

Enjoy.

Sam stumbles into their apartment. Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling slightly below the rim. She didn't know what was happening to her boyfriend, but she was worried because he looked exhausted. When he sat down next to her, she patted his back gently. "Hey, you." Jessica didn't get a reply, so she tried again, "Sam?"

He rolled his head slightly in her direction, "Yes, sweetheart?" His head was screaming, and truth was, he was upset about Dean coming to get him. After all, Dean was perfectly capable of finding dad himself. Sam knew that, but his big brother wanted him. It was worth it because they hardly talked anymore. Besides, one little hunt wouldn't hurt him.

"You alright?" Jessica's voice brought him back to reality. He had been staring at the same spot on the wall the entire time he was thinking, and he could see the worry on Jessica's face.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What are you doing with your brother that's got you so distant and tired?" He really didn't want to answer that question. Sam had kept Jess in the dark about the supernatural world. He never wanted her to know, so that she could have a normal life. He swallowed hard and decided to try to tell her the truth.

"We went hunting." Keeping it blunt might help him, but he figured Jessica wouldn't buy it. She knew him better than anybody and could tell when he was lying.

"Hunting what? Please don't lie to me, Sam." Her voice held worry. He was scaring her in ways. That's exactly the last thing he wanted, was to hurt her. Part of him knew that telling her might ruin everything.

"Jess, do you believe in ghosts or anything supernatural related?" He almost bit his tongue when he finally asked the question. Dean was going to kill him if he found out. He had to keep it to himself. The eldest Winchester boy wasn't staying in town long anyway.

Jess blinked a few times and stood up. She began pacing the room with her hand on her chin. Sam didn't know it, but she knew where this conversation was going. At least, she was pretty sure. "I've had the feeling like there was spirit or something the room, but I don't believe in them. Not really anyway. Why?"

Sam sighed and ran his hands through his hair. It was going to be hard to get through to her. This could be what would finally take her away from him. That would destroy him on the inside, so he had to play his cards right if that was even possible. "That's what we were hunting. Please believe me, Jess."

She smiled, and Sam immediately let out a sigh of relief. She came back to the bed and sat, still looking happy. That's when she slapped him across the face. "You must be crazy! You know monsters and ghosts aren't real." Sam looked at the ground and then into Jess's eyes. He could see how much that hurt her, like someone had stabbed her in the chest.

"Baby, please believe me. I'm telling the truth." Sam knew she should be able to tell that he was being honest, but something in her just didn't want to accept it. It sounded crazy, and he knew that. She started shaking her head, so he decided to try a different angle. "You know how my mom died on November 2nd 1983?"

Jessica blinked slowly, unsure of where this was going, "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"It wasn't from the fire. She would still e a live most likely if it weren't for a demon. A yellow-eyes demon. He killed my mother right above my head that night, Jess. Why do you think I don't like to talk much about my past?" Sam kept his eyes straight ahead, unable to look at his girlfriend.

"I don't know. Sam, you seem like you are being honest, but it is just too crazy to be true." Jessica rolled to the other side of the bed and started packing. Sam didn't notice because his back was turned to her.

"It's the truth. I know it's hard to believe, but for most of my life, I was hunting that demon with my dad and Dean. Jess, you have to believe me. Please." Sam dipped his head, knowing it was pointless to beg. Nothing was going to make this sound less crazy.

Suddenly, Jessica walked around the edge of the bed, suitcase in hand. She looked sadly at Sam, "Im sorry. I just.. I can't believe that. Bye Sam." She don't even give him a chance to reply, she left. Little did Sam know that when he came back the next night after putting the woman in white to peace, she would come back. Jess was going to force herself to believe him, but it would be for nothing. She still died at the hands of Azazel, sending Sam on a path to revenge.

Well, that went better than I thought it would. Usually chapters take me forever to write because I end up having serious writers block. In this story's case, I write a whole chapter in like an hour which is awesome.

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