Jess sat silently on the couch, Mark and Zach sat either side of her. She thought she could hear the boys talking but she was too far lost in her own thoughts. Seeing Sam fight so perfectly was scary, she was not scared of him, but for him. She watched him and Dean fall into a familiar rhythm to fast, they read each other so well and moved in synch. Jess had seen the way the knife moved swiftly in his hand and he moved with confidence, the voice he had used was cold and hard. It was so different from the happy dorky Sam she knew.

She knew that Sam didn't want to speak about his childhood, he often changed the topic. She knew he moved around a lot. He talked about Dean very rarely and he never mentioned his dad. She remembers him saying that his family were mechanics. His mum died in a freak fire when he was a baby. She though back to all the times that she had found his suspicious. That one time when they had to leave a restaurant early because Sam "wasn't feeling well" but she swore she could of seen his tense up when a couple older guys walked in. The way he would almost punish himself if he didn't get an answer correct. He would run laps around the local sports track until he was red in the face, and basically collapsed by a tree that provided him little shade. Then get up and run 5 more. He always slept in the bed closest to the door, and refused to go to sleep before anyone else. Even then he would wake up at the tiniest noise. It had taken months for him to get dressed in front of her. The first time she saw his shirtless she had gasped, at the scars covering his entire boy. Sam Winchester had two sides to him. One he rarely let out.

She was quickly jarred from her thoughts when Mark spoke to her "Hey Jess, you said that Sam was coming tonight to talk to us about the other night?"

"Yeah…. yeah" she confirmed "he should be here any minute now" she added as she glanced up at the clock.

"Jess, did something else happen today?" Mark asked rising an eyebrow "you have seemed jumpy all day" Zach nodded when Mark added the last part.

Jess sighed, she didn't really want to talk about this but she knew the boys needed to know. "Yeah something did happen today." She clarified "Some collage boys jumped us, Sam changed like before" She looked down avoiding eye contact with the boys "He was losing though I think the wound in his side was slowing him down. But then some other guy came running into the mix and started helping him-"

"that's a good thing right?" Mark said

"it was his brother"

"I didn't know he had a brother" Zach replied "ok but what's the bad thing then?"

"the problem is the way they fought" Jess said softly "you should of seen them, in seconds the moved into a pattern that looked practiced, they read each other and fought together" She looked down at the floor avoiding eye contact with the boys "what happened to him?"

Silence fell once again over the group. Jess glanced back up at the clock 7:30. Sam should be here soon.

After a couple minutes Jess heard the deep rumble of a car engine. She walked over to the window and recognized the 67' black Impala. She saw the strong build of the two boys in the front seat. She smiled as the two shared a short conversation and Dean ruffled Sam's hair, Sam had a sheepish smile on his face but made no move to stop Dean. Soon the doors opened and the two got out of the car, instead of coming to the front door they went around to the back of the car. She frowned as they opened the trunk. Each taking something out, sliding something into the side of their boots. The waistband of their jeans, and inside of their coat pocket. The trunk closed and the two made their way up to the front door. The sound of the doorbell rang through the house.

Jess and the two boys made their way to the door. Swinging the door open Jess greeted Sam and Dean with a large smile "Sam! Dean!" she giggled giving Dean a kiss on the cheek and Sam a hug and a big kiss "Sam baby, I missed you"

"Jess! I missed you too. But I was only gone for the night, no big deal." Sam smiled. Sam turned and looked at Mark and Zach, and onc again a large dimpled smile broke across his face "guys!" he smiled giving each boys a one handed hug. "Dean these are my friends Mark and Zach." he said pointing to the two boys "and as you know my girlfriend, Jessica"

"Dean, you can call me Jess" she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Mark, Zach this is my brother Dean" Sam said giving Dean a clap on the back.

"Nice to meet you dude" Zach said shaking Deans hand.

Dean nodded back, "Sammy said we were here to talk about the other night" he said slapping Sam on the back

"Sammy" Jess said rising an eyebrow. No one called Sam Sammy and would live to say it again. Sam hated it.

"you know, Jess annoying older brother, programed to embarrasses you" Sam said shrugging trying to play it cool

"Oh Sam, come on such a party pooper" Dean smiled

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The group sat down at the dining room table, but not eating. Jess watched as Dean scanned the room, she watched as he noted all the exits, and all the decorations that was littered around all the selves.

Zach was the first to speak "So last night." He said looking at Sam "what the hell was all that ab-"

"yeah Sam WHAT is he talking about" Dean said sharply cutting Zach off

"Dean it was nothing, just a couple of demons-"

"Demons?!" Jess squeaked

"- it was nothing big" Sam continued ignoring Jess completely

"Injuries" said Dean it wasn't a question but and order

The grouped watched in surprised awe as Sam looked down at the group "Stab wound in my side"

"son of a bitch" Dean yelled "you stitch it?"

"yeah"

"hospital?"

"no"

"good"

Jess watched in confusion as the conversation took place. Nothing making much sense, why would Dean not want his brother to go to the hospital for a stab wound?

"how many?"

"3"

"ok," Dean said still looking mildly angry "let me see it"

"no"

"yes"

"Dean, no"

"Sam yes" Dean said his tone hard

"deannn" Sam complain

Dean held no sympathy in his eyes as he jumped up and tackled Sam, Jess tried to stop him. But she saw what Dean needed to do and let him. Sam was pinned down on the floor as Dean ripped his shirt open and started inspecting the wound on his side. "see you haven't gotten rusty there kid" Dean nodded pulling his little brother up of the floor.

"I'm going to go grab a new shirt" Sam grumbled and once again Jess felt a wave of sadness rip through her at the sight of the many scars that littered Sam's young body.

"sorry about that guys" Dean said slowly "we will explain everything, just wait till Sam comes back down"

The group nodded and soon they heard the soft footsteps of Sam, she wondered if she would find out how Sam would walk almost silently for his size tonight. Sam sat down at the table and looked down before he spoke "I guess I owe you guys an explanation"

Sam looked over to Dean, they shared a silent conversation. Sam was about to open his mouth to speak when Dean beat him to it "we are hunters" he blurted out

"Hunters?" Jess asked rising an eyebrow "like game hunters. Deer and rabbits?"

Sam breathed in hesitating slightly "no…not really we-we are uhhh" Sam looked over at Dean again. He had never been is this situation before, he was told never to tell anyone what they did. He had no idea how to start telling his girlfriend and best friends that he has been hunting the things that go bump in the night since he was 7. Dean gave him a small nod "we hunt monsters." Sam held his breath.

"Monsters?" Mark said looking at Sam like he was crazy

"Yes monsters" Dean interrupted "Ghost, Demons, Wendigos, Gh-"

"OK OK Dean" Sam interrupted.

"you've got to be kidding me Sam, come on after yesterday and today you owe us an explanation" Zach complained "we don't want any of these monsters crap.

"Zach" Dean said calmly

"Yes"

"shut you freaking mouth" he shot at Zach

"Dean stop it" Sam said calming his older brother down "yes we are hunters, we hunt the things that go bump in the night," he looked at Jess' Scared face "A demon killed my mum when I was 6 months old, ever since Dean and I have grown up in motel rooms, from a father that was never home." Dean gave him a nod to tell him he was doing well "by the time I was 7 I could work and handle a knife, when I was 10 I memorized how to exercise I demon in Latin I could never miss with a gun. And by the time I was 13 I went on my first hunt with Dean and Dad. We killed a werewolf" Sam looked over at Dean who was smiling at Sam sadly "when I was 18 I got a full ride to Stanford. Dad wasn't happy about it. Told me if I left to never come back, I left"

Jess finally understood everything finally made sense to her, she was speechless and didn't know what to say. She was frozen. She saw Sam's gaze drop and he had a disappointed look on his face. "I'm going outside" he said leaving the table

"SAM" Dean yelled running after him

It was just Jess, Mark and Zach now "It makes sense now" Zach said "the way he acted around certain things, how me hated Halloween"

"I'm going outside to check on him" Jess finally said stepping outside and making her way to the impala. The two boys had their back to her the trunk open. And as Jess made her way over she gasped. The trunk was a full on arsenal weapons of every kind. The two boys turned around quickly and her blood ran cold, as she saw Dean holding a gun, and Sam holding a large sharp looking knife.

"Jess it's ok," Sam said slowly and carefully he turned around and placed the knife back in the trunk and then ripped then gun from Dean's hands and chucked it behind him, closing the trunk he and Dean again shared a silent conversation "bye" Sam called after Dean as the loud rumble of the impala's engine took off. Sam turned to look at Jess "I'm so sorry"

"oh Sam I'm not mad" Jess said sadly as she watched disappoint etch itself across Sam's face "I was just a shock, come on lets go inside. Mark and Zach are leaving soon" she reasoned with him

"yeah ok"

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Jess sat in the king sized bed waiting for Sam. He finally came into the room. A navy blue top and black shorts. Finally getting the truth from Sam she wanted to see the scars that he always hid from her. "Sam take your top off"

"Why?'

"Just do it"

She watched as he pulled the top over his head, she looked over at his chest, a large scar ran down the side of his ribcage "where you get that one" she said pointing at it

"werewolf" Sam mumbled

She kept pointing and asking. And he answered all of them. When she finally finished her inspection she invited him to bed. As he lay down she held his close, wanting to protect him from the creatures of the dark. Out to get his blood.