Christ, I have sooo much work that I'm supposed to be doing - and all I can think about is Sam. Not sorry, though! I hope you have fun reading this.
It didn't take that long to bury the body. After all, Sam had more than enough experience, when it came to grave digging.
Still, this was the first time he was burying a body of his beheaded schoolmate, and he sure hoped this would be the last time too. Usually Sam's midnight grave digging activities were about opening old ones to salt and burn bones, but this time there was an actual, fresh, bleeding body and a severed head, that he had to ditch to the hole in the ground.
A thing Sam wished, he'd never have to do again.
It was way past midnight, when they shoveled the last dirt, covering the grave they had dug on a field some ten miles outside the city.
Sam felt exhausted, but weirdly alert - as always after a hunt of a fight. His T-shirt was still sticky with blood and sweat, stained with grave dirt, and it glued to his chest in the hot night wind. Briefly he wondered if anyone was going to miss Chrissy before tomorrow morning, when she wouldn't show up for school.
He didn't know if she'd had any family. And if so, what had happened to them when a demon had possessed her.
"Here, take this." Jackie said. "It's gonna make you feel better."
"Sorry, what?" he brushed Chrissy off his mind, turned to look at the girl by his side.
"Take this. It's tequila."
Sam glanced at the small flask she was holding out. He wasn't really into alcohol. Yeah, Dean had made him drink a couple of times, but that was about it, and even then it had been mostly beer. Tequila, he had heard, was another matter entirely.
"I… I don't really drink—"
"Trust me."
Their eyes met.
Trust me, she had said - and he hardly had many reasons to do so. He didn't know a thing about her - except that she had saved his life, and well, that had to count for something.
He took the bottle, raised it to his lips and had a swig. The alcohol burnt all the way down, like a flame in his gut, and he grimaced.
"Thanks." he managed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You looked like you needed it." she simply said. "I usually do, after stuff like this."
He was silent for a while, took another sip of the bottle. She had been right, it did make him feel better. A warmth began to spread from his stomach to his limbs, calming him down.
"You do this a lot?" he asked then. "Behead demons? Bury bodies in the middle of the night?"
"Among other things."
"What other things?"
"Just drink, Sam." she stated. "It's not like I owe you my life story."
Sam did as he was told, took another gulp of the flask, grimaced to the taste of warm tequila, but swallowed nevertheless. He turned his eyes from Jackie, to the distant horizon and let the alcohol numb his nerves.
Chrissy's body was buried deep into the soft, dark soil, under his feet.
In the horizon the lights of the town painted the clouded sky, turning the dull gray to shades of pink. The pouring rain over the city had ceased, but Sam could still hear the distant thunder in the clouds.
He glanced at the girl standing by his side, leaning on the shovel.
With her jeans and a hoodie, sneakers on her feet, Jackie looked very young. Her hair had gotten partly lose, some strands falling around her face. There was blood and dirt on her hands, red spatters on her cheek.
But her eyes met Sam's, and there was nothing fragile in her gaze, nothing innocent.
"Who are you, really?" Sam asked, after a moment of silence.
"You know my name."
"That's not what I meant."
"Then ask the right question, Sam." she challenged him with her stare. "What you really want to ask, is what I am, not who I am, right?"
"Okay, then - what are you?"
"Not nearly drunk enough to be having this conversation." she gave a sideways smile. "Pass me the flask."
Sam took another gulp before giving up the small bottle. Jackie took it, and drank, as if it was water instead of Tequila.
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Do what? Behead Chrissy the Demon?"
"No, I meant… Why did you come and save me? It wasn't an accident you were on that alley. I told you on the phone where I was, and-"
"And I didn't come to save you, honey." she said, with a smile. "I'm happy that I did, though. It would've been a total waste for you to die."
"So you came for Chrissy." Sam stated. "To kill her. Does that mean you are a hunter?"
"I don't need to be a hunter to kill demons." she stated. "I have my own agenda. But Sam, you really need to stop thinking about her as Chrissy. She was probably lost a long time ago. Usually the demons ride their host so hard, that the body is exhausted and dies anyways when the demon leaves it. It wasn't Chrissy I killed on the alley, not anymore."
Sam pondered on that for a while, the girl who had sat in the same classroom with him day after day, all this semester. When had she been taken? When had she ceased to be Chrissy, and turned into this other thing? How had it happened, had no one realized the truth?
At least he hadn't. Sam felt incredibly stupid for having sat on a coffee house chatting about math and movies with a demon, never realizing a thing.
If his father really thought he'd make a great hunter, he was delusional. Apparently Sam couldn't even know a demon from a girl.
"And the demon… it's still alive, right? In that jar?"
"Yeah." Jackie said. "I can't kill it, sorry."
"You can't or you don't want to?"
"Is there a difference?"
Sam glanced at the horizon, the clouds that had begun to scatter. The gibbous moon painted the world black and white, made Jackie's pale skin glow in the dark.
In silence she tossed the flask back at him, and he took a gulp, feeling the burning of the alcohol on his tongue, in his stomach, already making him a bit high headed.
"So, about the demon—"
"For a boy who carries a book of Demons and Demonology around, you know surprisingly little about them." Jackie noted. "Yeah, yeah, I know it's been quiet for the past few centuries, but the demons always come back. The Apocalypse might be right behind the corner, and you hunter guys really should be better prepared for that."
"I'm not a hunter." Sam grunted. "Not really."
"Oh." Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Does your Dad know that?"
"And I really don't want to talk about my Dad."
"Figures." she said. "Daddy issues. How old are you anyways?"
Sam gave her a sideways glance, to the girl who was standing by the grave of a beheaded demon, drinking tequila with him. In the moonlight her eyes were black, dark as forest ponds, her face white as ivory.
"Eighteen." Sam replied. "You?"
Something sad passed in Jackie's glance. Like a shadow of something she wanted to say, but then didn't.
"Where are your manners, Sam? One should never ask a lady how old she is."
"A Lady?" he couldn't help but to laugh.
"Are you implying that I'm not?"
"This conversation took a weird turn." Sam replied. "Sorry, I didn't meant to-"
"Technically I'm eighteen too." Jackie replied with a shrug. She was digging dead grass with her toes, her eyes on her sneakers.
"Technically?"
"Yeah. Let's leave it at that, shall we? Time to get you home, Sammy, it really is late."
Suddenly Sam felt like he had ruined the moment. Too many questions, too many inquiries. Curiosity killed the cat, she had told him the day before, and still he wasn't able to keep his mouth shut.
"It's not that late." he noted. "Hardly past midnight."
"Yes, but what a night has it been." she said. "Besides, this body burying business is working overtime, for me. I only came for the demon."
"Yeah, I know." Sam replied. "Thanks, though. For not just leaving me there with the body. As you said, it would've looked bad."
"No problem. Not gonna say it was a pleasure, though."
"Jackie, even if you didn't mean to, you saved my life. I couldn't have fought off a demon with my bare hands." he said. "And I still don't know a thing about you. I mean, how did you even do that teleporting stunt-"
"It's hardly teleporting."
"Then what is it?"
"It's more like stepping out of a place and time, and stepping back in somewhere else."
"Isn't that teleporting?"
"You're missing the point."
"And you're avoiding it." he said, taking a step closer.
Maybe it was because of the tequila. Maybe it was the adrenaline in his veins. Maybe it was the way moonlight made Jackie's eyes gleam in the darkness, but suddenly everything in Sam wanted to touch her. Her unruly curls had escaped from her braid, she was frail and beautiful, so much shorter than him that it called into him in a primitive way. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, to pull her near, he wanted to know all there was to know about her.
"Then what is the point?" she breathed. "I have to leave, and you need to get home. Give me your hand."
"But I-"
"Your hand, Sammy." she said, and he couldn't help but to obey.
Gently he laid his fingers on hers, felt a slight sense of electricity, saw fire in her eyes, and then - a wave of darkness engulfed them, and spat them out on the street in front of the building of the small apartment Sam lived in.
Jackie raised her glance to his eyes. Under the streetlights, the old Neon signs, he could clearly see the green in them. Her fingers still rested on his, as if she had forgotten they were holding hands, but he felt the tension, like electric current flowing between them.
"You gonna be okay?" she asked. "Tonight was kinda brutal."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Really."
"Good." she gave a smile, a one that went straight to Sam's stomach, to his knees, and suddenly he couldn't stand the thought she was leaving.
"Jackie, I…" he stammered. He felt his cheeks burning. " I mean, any chance I could have your number?"
She laughed.
"Really? For what? You know, I'm not a dating kind of girl."
"What kind of a girl are you, then?"
"One of a kind." she glanced at him, and Sam felt a shiver going through his spine.
"That I knew."
Jackie shook her head, biting her lip.
"There's no way I'm giving you my number."
"Then are you going to call me?"
"For another night of beheading demons and burying bodies?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so, my business in this town is done."
"Jackie, I—"
"It was fun, Sam." she stated. "But let's not do it again."
With that she leaned closer and Sam felt a force, like a magnet pulling him towards her. Her breath on his lips tasted of roses and tequila, he was drunk and high on the night and on her, and it felt like his feet weren't even touching the pavement when she kissed him.
Maybe she had meant it just as a small, light as a feather kiss, a goodbye and nothing more - but the moment her lips brushed his, he was lost.
The kiss was a lightning struck that hit right through him, and left him burning.
His hands grabbed her by the waist, her oh, so tiny waist, and she bent like a willow branch under his touch. Her lips opened to him, his mouth watered, she tasted of high skies and wild nights and sex and it all went to Sam's chest, making it feel like his heart was trying to escape through his throat.
The kiss grew deep, his tongue found hers. He felt his fingers gripping hard on the curves of her hips, digging into the fabric of her hoodie. Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, he felt her rapid heartbeat on her tongue.
He had never kissed a girl like this.
Sure, there had been a few girls and a few kisses in his past, but nothing about them had made Sam burn like this. It was like he was on fire - his heart bursting, his veins filling with need, with hot, molten lava that billowed inside of his gut. The way she sighed into the kiss, the slenderness of her body, her lips that opened for his tongue to enter - it all made Sam almost lose control.
He wanted nothing more than to lift her up, push her against the wall and have her. No matter who she was or where she came for - Hell, she probably wasn't even human - but none of that mattered now, not anymore.
All that matter was the need that had awoken inside of him, a pure wanting that turned his throat dry, his hands impatient. Inside of his pants he felt getting hard, his erection pressing against Jackie, as he pulled her close, groaning.
"Whoa, wait—" she breathed, breaking the kiss. "Just wait!"
"Ja… Jackie—" he tried to kiss her again, but she brought her hand on his lips.
"Sam, don't."
He was breathing fast, his head was spinning. In the dark Jackie's pupils were dilated, and in them Sam saw his own reflection, the echo of his own need. He still tasted her on his lips, and everything in him was hard, shivering, desperate.
"Okay…" he managed, trying to catch his breath. "Okay, I won't."
"It's not that I don't want to. It's just, that this is a really bad idea."
"Why? Why is this a bad idea?" His hands were still on her waist, She was still so close he could feel the shape of her body on his.
The agonizing feeling of her breasts against his chest.
"Anyone ever told you, you ask too many damn questions?"
"I can stop talking." he breathed.
"I'm sorry, but it's not gonna make any difference." Jackie said, and determinedly stepped back, released herself from his arms. "Goodbye, Sam."
"Jackie, come on—!"
But she was already gone, disappeared in a flash of darkness, leaving behind nothing but an empty street. Sam found himself standing alone in his front door, need in his veins, blood on his shirt, gravedirt on his boots - not knowing if he'd ever see Jackie again.
Sooo, Sam kissing a girl - yay! You want to read more? If so - now hit on that comment box and write me a review, haha! It's so much easier to write when I know what you dig and what you don't.
