A/n: I'd like start off by apologizing for the early release last week. I had a death in the family and honestly things aren't exactly good for me right now so I've been a complete scatter brain and I thought Tuesday was Wednesday. Thank you everyone for baring with me as well as those who read, review, follow, and/or favorite.

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Chapter 17

Even after the hunter had told the Winchesters the truth about monsters, he hadn't wanted them to become hunters. When he had helped them with their ghost problem, he had told himself that they weren't exactly the first. He'd explained to a number of people who had had strange occurrences that ghosts were real. Some believed and helped to the best of their abilities, others wrote him off as a crazy old conspiracy theorist, which didn't make the hunt any easier. Bobby had never thought of the aftermath of those who had been willing to believe. He just assumed they went on with their lives. They were safe and the ghost was taken care of, what else did he need to know? But Sam and Dean had been different somehow. Anyone of those other victims could have gone on to trying their hand at being a hunter, but he'd likely never know. What bothered Bobby the most wasn't that Sam and Dean had wanted to know about the monster world, it didn't even bother him that their mother Mary, who had also been a hunter, didn't want him to help her sons and open up to them about demons; it bothered him that these two boys were now about to take on the life that he himself had warned them about and hoped they wouldn't go down. Helping them deal with a ghost problem was one thing. Helping them with demons was a bigger thing but not the complete end of the world. Though close to it. Having to now not only introduce other monsters than demons and ghosts, the proper weapons, and how to use them; but also fake IDs and the life on the road, that was something he had never intended to have to do.

The Winchesters had been sons to a military man, this helped the hunter in some areas which he supposed he was grateful for. However fighting a monster wasn't the same as shooting at an enemy. You had to know where to aim and with what. They weren't just regular men with skills at combat, knives, and guns, they were full fledged unpredictable predators. It was important that they understood what they were up against and what to expect when dealing with it. Both brothers were at least decent with firearms, and though both weren't terrible in the actual physical department, Sam seemed to excel and even enjoy the academic part of it. Dean always preferred and was eager to go out in the middle of nowhere and work on his fighting skills, whereas Sam was completely content staying in the motel room with his nose in a book. Or several.

It had been only a couple of weeks since the men started their new lives on the road and training, and both brothers had shown progress as well as promise. There was no way he would send them on a hunt alone, they weren't ready for that just yet. But, he may have had them go with him if he himself was going on a hunt. If everything worked out the way the hunter hoped, this would all be in self-defense and not used to go actually work a case. Yes he was training them and educating them, but it didn't mean they had to become hunters themselves, it didn't hurt to be prepared.

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Dean and Bobby had gone on a food run leaving Sam, against their better judgement, in the motel room alone. He'd been starting to act a bit off and both older men were starting to think maybe Sam was coming down with something or on the verge of some kind of breakdown. He seemed jumpy, fidgety, and on high alert what appeared to be out of nowhere for no real reason.

Sam sat on his bed with back up against the headboard, his eyes scanning a book on demons as he did so.

"Hi Baby." He hadn't heard that voice in what felt like years. Sam jumped slightly. His eyes began to water as he stared at the unexpected visitor. The book laid forgotten on his lap. Laying on her side, propping her head up with one hand, was a beautiful blonde with a dark blue eyes. She wore a long white gown and a smile brightened up her face. Sam couldn't help but feel the corners of his own lips lift at the sight.

"Jess," his own voice seemed alien to him. "How are you here? Am I dreaming?"

"Do you normally dream with your eyes open?" She chuckled. "Miss me?"

"Everyday."

She brought the hand that wasn't holding her head up to gently brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen in Sam's eyes. "Even when you were with the demon?" Sam stiffened and his eyes shone with regret and remorse.

"How do you know?"

"You didn't trust her at first, you kept your guard up emotionally and physically. But that didn't last long. She didn't have to say much other than that she was there for you and that she cared. Your defenses were up a total of...What? three days?"

"Jess I-"

"Three days. She got under your skin and you got in hers three days into knowing her."

"It wasn't-"

"The pure animalistic behavior out of you...I've never seen you so hungry. So full of lust. Not even on our wedding night." The look in his wife's eyes was nothing like he had expected to see. It was as though her own were bright with delight, like what she was saying was exciting her.

"I was in a bad place," he tried to explain. "I had just lost Dean and Mom, I wasn't thinking straight. All that mattered was finding a way to get them back."

"Maybe at first that was 'all that mattered,' but come on Sam. You aren't fooling anyone. You liked it. The way it felt, the way she tasted. Sure it didn't feel right at first, but the moment you felt that power, the moment it touched your tongue and entered inside you, you were hooked."

Sweat was now dripping from him as his breaths came in panicked pants. "I didn't know," he whimpered.

"Yes, you did. That's why you kept doing it. I can see it plain as day. It's written all over that handsome face of yours. You miss it," Jess pressed on pushing herself up to match her husband. Her eyes slowly changed from her own blue to an amber, to a gold, until they were a haunting yellow. Sam scattered from the bed and pressed his now soaked body to the wall.

"No."

"It's ok Sam. It made you happy and strong and that's all I want for you. You can do this Baby, you were born to do this. To be this. And it's ok that you need a little help." She pushed her hair back from her neck to reveal a long cut with blood starting to roll down to her clavical. Jessica crawled from her spot of the bed towards where Sam was. His heart was pounding torn between fear and want as he stared at the blood.

"No, stay back!"

"Come on Sam, just a little taste. You know you want it, just give in to me."

"I said stay back!"

"Sam. Hey! Sammy! Snap out of it!" A hand struck the younger Winchester's face. A few minutes later, he was looking over at a pair of wide green eyes. His breaths were still short as he struggled to get enough air through and he blinked.

"Dean?"

"What the fuck Sam? I've been trying to get through to you for about five minutes. What the hell was that?"

"I-a dream?"

"You weren't asleep."

"I-I don't know."

Dean stared at his sibling, neither of them knowing what to say to the other. "Are you hallucinating?"

"What?"

"I mean no offense dude, but you've had some tweaker action going on lately. Jumpy, twitchy, just kinda...off. Then I come back to the room to see you jumping from the bed and plastering yourself to the wall yelling at no one."

"I just-I thought I saw. Never mind, she's gone."

"She?"

"It-it doesn't matter. I'm fine. I'm uh, I'm gonna shower if that's alright?"

"Good idea, you reek," Dean tried to grin playfully deciding now wasn't the time to fire up his sibling. He'd wait until he had back up and at the moment Bobby wasn't around to help mediate the no doubt unpleasant conversation they would be having and he had no interest in his brother possibly bailing on him. Angels and demons be damned, he knew it wouldn't stop Sam from running off if he felt like he was being ganged up on and he wasn't about to let his brother wander around alone with the monstrous target he had on his head. "Your rabbit food's on the table when you're done."

"Thanks." Sam attempted to grin back, but it quickly faded and he rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him and leaving Dean standing with a confused and worried look on his face.

A/n: Thanks for reading. See you next week.