August 25, 2006
Dean hadn't spoken to Cas since the dream. Because there's no way in hell Sammy is ever gonna go darkside and end up the devil's bestie, and anyone who says so fuck off. Even if he is kinda sexy and showed me my childhood… Dean sighed as he put the last of the desks into tables. This year he'd been shuffled down to first grade-which meant all of his accrued resources were useless and he had to borrow heavily from Sarah down the hall (at least until she went on maternity leave, then him and the sub were both screwed). The room was pretty much set, so Dean only had to worry about the curriculum come Monday and the start of a new school year.
**SPN**
"…and that is why cuneiform is so essential to the understanding of the birth of civilization." Sam concluded, coughing slightly to the dozen or so bored looking students in his 1:00 class. And I might as well have spent the last forty minutes showing paint dry based upon the expressions I'm seeing… "For tonight please read pages 14-38 in the text and write a one-page summary of the relevance of one of the languages discussed." Sam watched as the students filed out and started packing up his things when he heard someone burst through the double doors to the small lecture hall.
"Please hide me!" It was a terrified looking blonde, she was disheveled and carrying her purse close to her chest.
"Sure… get down here." Sam gestured to a storage closet behind the pull-down screen where the projector controls were stowed. Within seconds of hiding in the closet a guy pushed open the door. He was tall-even bigger than Sam, which was hard to do-and clearly athletic. He was wearing a stained grey t-shirt and jeans and smelled like alcohol. Sam looked up at the man, "Can I help you?"
He blinked, trying to think of a reasonable excuse, "I'm looking for my sister, some guy was after her."
Yeah right you piece of shit, "What does she look like? If she's in my class I can try to call her and tell her you're looking for her."
"No… that's alright, I'll keep looking around." He turned around and walked out of the room.
Sam waited until he left before he clicked the door shut and locked it. He walked over to the closet and gave it two small taps, "Hey, I locked the door-he's gone-you're safe now."
She opened the door, her eyes red and her eyeliner beginning to run. "Thank you!" She hugged him.
"Who was he?" Sam asked, clearly concerned.
"My ex-boyfriend. He broke into my dorm and tried to…" She paused.
"It's okay… I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me anything. I'm going to call campus police and have them search for him. Do you have somewhere safe to stay? Someone he doesn't know about?"
"No. He knows my friends, and they wouldn't believe me if I told them… He… he seems like a nice guy, but he gets really dark…"
"What about family? Are your parents close?"
"No. I'm from California." She rubbed her eyes.
"Well, we have to figure out something. You can't stay in your dorm if he broke in."
It was a minute before either of them spoke again. She was rubbing her arm as she spoke, "Are there any hotels near here? I just started here, so I don't know the area."
Sam frowned, "Not really, at least nothing without bedbugs or shady back-deals."
"Well, it doesn't matter much anyway-I'm pretty much broke." She sat down in the first row.
"I know the feeling." Sam muttered.
"Could I spend the night with you?" She paused before speaking rapidly, "Like, not romantically or anything, but like, because you seem like a decent guy-though I don't have a great track record with that-and you're from the area… And…" She shook her head, "Never mind, you could be married for all I know."
Sam opened his mouth before exhaling, "I'll let you stay the night. But in the morning you need to file a police report and work out something with the housing department here. I have a spare bedroom, so long as you don't mind the dust."
"Thank you." She smiled weakly. "God, I must look like a wreck right now."
Sam smiled, "I've seen worse. Come on, I'm parked out back-we can use the back exit."
"Thanks-" She stopped, "-I just realized I never learned your name."
"I'm Sam, Sam Beretta."
"Jess Moore." She stuck out her hand.
**SPN**
By the time Sam got home Dean was waiting for him and Jess.
"Who's the guy out front?" Jess asked nervously.
"That's my brother Dean. I told about what's going on. He must've come over to see if everything was alright." Sam explained as he parked the car in the driveway.
"Hey Sammy." Dean waved his hand. His eyes were guarded with a level of alertness that Sam usually saw reserved for his matches. He nodded at Jess, "Is everything alright?"
"Better now." She half-blushed, "Thanks to your brother."
"Good. I promise Sammy and I'll make sure you're safe until you get everything taken care of."
"Dean…" Sam protested.
"No offense Sammy but you're a toothpick. You're a bit better because of Bobby, but need I remind you who has a black belt and does rugby on the weekends?" He nodded at his brother and then Jess, "You both need protection if anything happens."
Sam rolled his eyes, Thanks for calling me a weakling in front of someone who I'm trying to protect, "Fine."
Sam unlocked the door and the three entered the house. "The guest room is right through there, the bathroom is next to it in the hall. If you need anything, let me know. I'm going to get started on dinner." He pointed at the entry to the hallway. She nodded before going into the bathroom.
After dinner Jess went into the guest room and locked the door behind her.
"So what exactly happened? All you said was that a girl at school was coming home with you so she'd be safe." Dean twisted the cap off his beer.
"I don't know everything." Sam glanced at the door. "Something happened with her and her ex-boyfriend. Apparently he broke into her dorm and tried to do something. She escaped and ran until she got to my classroom and I hid her when her ex came looking for her. She's new in the area and didn't have any other options, so she asked to stay here. I told her only the night and she needs to go to the police in the morning."
Dean was scowling, "If that creep was trying to do something to hurt her I'm gonna hunt him down and kick his ass."
"Dean…"Sam cautioned.
Dean sighed, "Fine, I won't actually kick his ass. It'd be nice to, though." He frowned.
"Let's just see what happens in the morning. Hopefully it'll all go well." Sam took a sip as Dean nodded.
