Hey guys, I'm really sorry for the delay in this story (although my delay to the other two is worse :S) anyway, I know its an excuse, but life kinda got in the way. Uni is just getting on top of me at the moment and don't really have the time to write, yet plots keep circling my head.

Anyway, here's the next chapter and hopefully I'll be able to post the next chaper tomorrow. It's all written and ready, just got to proof read it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Thank you to all those who reviewed the previous chapter.

Just Wanted a Normal Life

Chapter 7: The Death of Jessica

Melinda blocked an punch from her attacker, grabbing his arm and flipping him over on to his back, but then her legs came out from underneath her and she landed on her back, with the man now onto of her, holding one across her neck.

Thinking of how she was going to get out of this, she let her attacker think he had won, until she managed to get one hand free and flip him sideways and rolled herself, so that she could get one hand on his neck and the other on one of his arms, while her knee pinned down the other arm. He was stuck, nothing for him to do but give in.

"Wow, I'm impressed," a voice came from the stairs, causing Melinda to look up to see Dean watching them, "I wouldn't mind being in that postion."

The Halliwell girl rolled her eyes as she stood up and helped her eldest brother up off the floor, giving Dean the chance to admire what she was wearing, or what she was not wearing. The jog bra and sweats left hardly anything to the imagination and Dean Winchester was not complaining.

"It's about time," Wyatt sighed, brushing some of the dirt off him, "What happened to you?"

"Sorry, I like my sleep a little too much," Dean confessed, "Plus, I was up till late with Melinda, she was explaining the spell and stuff to me, also me and Bobby were going over a few more things of what could be in my dad's dreams."

Wyatt looked his sister's way, who nodded to the unvoiced question to say it was just what they were doing.

"You know what, I'll leave you two to practise," Wyatt decided, "Call me if you need anything, Mel?"

"Always," Melinda nodded her head, as her brother left the two in the basement of the Manor. She turned to Dean, noticing straight away he was checking out what she was wearing, so decided to tease him slightly by sorting her ponytail out, straight away cursing herself, since nothing was definitely going to happen between the two of them. Once she was finished, she turned back around, "So, shall we get started?"

"Thought you'd never ask."


"I need to get back and see Jess," Sam confessed to his friend as they sat in the backyard of the Manor, "You only told her I was going to be away a few days, didn't you?"

"I never said how long," Chris shook his head, but thankful that he did ring her and leave her a message, since he had to leave soon after that, "Just that you had to see your dad who was in hospital. I didn't exactly know what was going on until we saw each other here."

"True," Sam nodded his head, his eyebrows burying as a frown formed on his face, "I should call her really, I'm surprised she hasn't called me already."

The Halliwell had to hide his jealousy as Sam mentioned Jessica more and more, if he just told him how he felt, maybe things would be different, but it was a very big maybe and it was a very big decision to make, considering they could fall out if he did say something, and Sam was going to have to stay here a few more days. If he told Sam, the Winchester would end up moving out of their shared apartment and then move in with Jess, and they would be even closer. No, Chris could not tell Sam his true feelings, they would have to stay bottled up, until he really knew whether Sam felt anything for him.

"I'm gonna call her," Sam finally said, making Chris jump as he pulled him out of his thoughts, "I'd better before she thinks something happened."

The 22-year-old Halliwell simply nodded his head, no words spoken, as Sam stood up and walked away slightly as he dialled his girlfriend's number, but soon found that the number had been disconnected. The brunette Winchester frowned and dialled the number again, receiving the same response that the number had been disconnected. That was when he felt it in the pit of his stomach, something was wrong, deadly wrong, and he knew that the dreams he had been having lately were not just dreams, they were telling him what was going to, or maybe what had happened.

"What's up?" Chris asked, seeing the worry and panic in Sam's chocolate eyes, "Sam?"

"Jess' number has been disconnected," Sam explained, "I need to get back to Stanford and see her."

"Ok, we'll talk to Wyatt, get him to orb you back." Chris explained, realising that Sam was far too worried about the number being disconnected.

"You sure he won't mind?"

"Nah," Chris shook his head, "Not when you tell him why you're so worried about a disconnected number."

Sam looked over at Chris, frowning slightly, did he know something too?

"Sam, if it was just a disconnected number you wouldn't be this worried," the Halliwell explained, "I've seen enough demonic stuff in my life to know that something else has happened."

"I just need to get to Jess, Chris," Sam shook his head, "Can I explain it afterwards? I just have this feeling that something's wrong."

The two left the garden to find the Twice Blessed Witch in the kitchen, getting himself some water.

"Hey, Wy, can you do Sam a favour?" Chris asked, knowing that if there was not a proper explanation, Wyatt would not be too happy about orbing to Stanford and back just to check out a disconnected phoneline, he did not know Sam as well as Chris did, and he was not biased either.

"Depends what it is, Chris." Wyatt explained, not turning to look at either of them as he reached for a glass to pour his water into.

"He needs orbing to Stanford."

"Did you forget something?" Wyatt now turned to look at the Winchester, looking into his eyes, wanting the truth straight away. He needed to stay here and keep checking that Dean could fight and keep an ear to the ground about the demon, orbing to Stanford and back was not on his list.

"It's just my girlfriend's phone line has been disconnected," Sam shook his head, "I need to check on her, see if she's ok. If it was just her getting a new number she would have called me."

"I'm sorry," Wyatt shook his head, "With this demon and everything, I can't just randomly orb places."

"But Wyatt, this is…" Chris started but was cut off by the Twice Blessed.

"Chris, I can't do it, ok?" Wyatt looked at him, "Do you want me to leave this house with only one witch defending it if demons get past the barriers? One that at the moment is training to go into the dreamworld?"

Brushing past the two of them, Wyatt began to leave the kitchen, put upon touching Sam, he was pulled into a premonition.

All Sam saw was the eldest Halliwell take in a deep breath as his body went rigid.

---Premonition---

Jessica was waiting for her boyfriend to get back, or at least call her to tell her how he was doing. He had only been gone a day, but she partly expected Sam to call yesterday to let her know where he was and what he was doing, or even how his dad was, even if Chris had told her.

After hearing from Chris, she worried slightly, since he had just left with a brother that he hardly ever spoke of, to go and see a father that he hardly ever spoke of. Something seemed off, but she could not put a finger on it. She just wanted to hear from her boy, just to make sure that he was not letting what ever was wrong with John Winchester get to him too much.

With just getting in from work, the 22-year-old curly blonde haired female made her way to the bathroom in her one bedroom apartment and turned on the shower, something that she had been looking forward to the whole journey back.

She walked back into her bedroom, to start getting undressed, until she had the feeling that she was being watched. That was when she saw him, in the mirror, a man about the same height as Sam, the same hair colour, but his eyes were completely different. His eyes were yellow, and it scared her, even though she did not know exactly what it was.

Jessica wanted to run, but she could not, she was held on the spot by some unseen force and then she was thrown into a wall and up, onto the ceiling…

---End of Premonition---

Wyatt opened his eyes and gulped as he looked into Sam's eyes.

"You have premonitions," Wyatt pointed out to him, "I thought your family didn't know anything about magic?"

"Wyatt?" Chris questioned, hearing the question, but he never heard a denial from Sam to turned to him, "Sam?"

"Only for a week or so," Sam explained, "Just about…"

"C'mon," Wyatt said, grabbing the Winchester's arm, "I don't know how long she has."

With that, the two of them orbed out, leaving Chris alone in the kitchen. At least he thought he was alone, until he heard movement by the kitchen door. He turned to see Bobby stood there, his head tilted to one side.

"You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to that, not when it doesn't involve demons, anyway."


Wyatt and Sam reached Jessica's apartment, everything was quiet except for the shower running. Instantly, Wyatt knew he was walking into the middle of the premonition that he had just had, he just hoped that it was not too late. Allowing Sam to lead the way to the bedroom, Wyatt checked the phone lines, seeing exactly why there was a disconnection tone, somebody had planned this and made sure Sam could not call her, the lines had been cut.

Switching his vision back to Sam, he noticed him walking slowing into the bedroom of the apartment, but there was nobody else there. No yellow-eyed demon, no demon at all by the looks of things.

Sam sat on the bed, running his hands through his brunette locks, while Wyatt frowned from the doorway.

"You know, I can still never tell how far into the future my premonitions take me," Wyatt confessed, "But the phone line has been…"

That was when Wyatt noticed the droplets of blood, dripping onto Sam Winchester's jacket.

"It's been what?" Sam asked, but never received a reply so looked in Wyatt's direction to see that he was now looking up at the ceiling. The brunette followed his gaze, and there she was, his girlfriend, his Jessica was up on the ceiling of the bedroom, a slash through her stomach, "Jessica!" Sam shouted, but it was too late as her body was consumed in flames.

Sam had no idea what to do, he just called out to his girlfriend, shaking his head, his vision was coming true. Jessica was going to die and he could not stop it happening. His whole body forgot how to function and it was a good job that there was somebody else in the room, otherwise he may have been caught in the fire himself.

Wyatt's brain quickly went into gear as the flames erupted around the 22-year-old girl and he pulled Sam away from the bed.

"C'mon, Sam," Wyatt shouted, "I've got to get you out of here."


ok, I'm sorry its short, but it was just so I could put Jess' death in there somewhere. After all, Sam needs some sort of motivation to hunt properly and Chris needs a reason to comfort him (wink wink)

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