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On with the show!

2003

There were a lot of things Jess didn't know about her boyfriend.

She knew things like his favorite color was blue, his favorite treat are her homemade chocolate chip cookies, and his favorite subject is English.

But she never really knew the important stuff.

At times it would seem like all they would talk about was Jess and her family and her childhood. Sam practically knew everything about her. A mom, a dad, a little sister, high school cheerleader, homecoming queen, raised Christian, never really knew what she wanted to be growing up, etc etc etc. And even though it had only been a couple months since they got together, Jess was beginning to question who Sam really was.

Even now, sitting at his desk studying in his empty dorm room because her roommate had "company" over, Jess couldn't help but wonder.

Sam lived in a co-ed dorm and invited her over all the time to hang out. Sometimes, like today, she would wait around while he worked at the campus bookstore.

Getting bored of working on her homework, Jess decided to try to find a way to entertain herself in his room. She wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, but she knew she had to find something on him.

What kind of person is so... clean?

While Jess' dorm totally fit her, Sam's was rather boring and plain. Jess and her roommate Rachel had posters and throw pillows and stuffed animals and music was always on on their cd player. There were boxes of junk food and clothes lying around and an occasional condom wrapper (thanks Rachel). But Sam's was just... the exact opposite of that. And yes, he's a guy, they can live like that, sure okay fine whatever. Clothes were all hung in the closet. Books neatly stacked next to his computer on his desk. Absolutely no trash.

There was just no... personality. You wouldn't have even known someone was spending their sophomore year in here.

And Jess went through everything. No weird search history, no inconspicuous notes in his bag, no women's underwear.

Just... clean?

Jess jumped when she heard the keys unlocking the door. She threw herself back at the chair at the desk to look like she was busy working.

"Hey," Sam said, walking in. "You're still here?"

"Why? You don't like coming home to me?"

"I never said that."

Jess smiled and walked over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and smashing her face against his. Sam reacted by wrapping his arms around her waist.

After a few minutes, Sam began to pull away. Jess pulled him right back.

"More please," she whispered.

"You sure?"

Jess moved her hands from behind his neck to his chest to unbutton his shirt. Sam moved his hands from around her waist quickly to stop her.

"Um- are you really sure?" Sam nervously asked, pulling away a second time. "I mean, I know how important waiting is for you."

"I didn't say I wanted sex," Jess said laughing. "Just wanna fool around a little with our shirts off is fine."

"Yeah, um... I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with that."

Jess was taken aback. She pushed herself off of Sam.

"Oh," was all she could say. "Okay then."

Sam threw his head back and groaned.

"Fuck Jess, I didn't mean it like that."

"What is your deal Sam?" Jess snapped.

"What are you talking about?"

"I try to throw myself at you and you shut me down? Like what's up with that?"

"Why are you getting so upset?"

"I guess I'm just tired of this being a one sided relationship," Jess sighed.

That stung.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, beginning to get upset as well.

"It means that I am done trying! All we ever talk about is me, all we ever do is stuff for me, and any time I try to be the good girlfriend and learn something about you, it somehow always gets flipped back to me!"

"Maybe it's because I like knowing everything about you! Isn't that what a good boyfriend does?"

"That's a cop out."

"Jess-"

Both of them stopped talking and just stared at each other. Silence is deafening and the rubber band was about to snap at any moment.

"You shouldn't feel like a stranger to me at this point in the relationship."

Jess began to pack up her belongings and leave. Sam stepped in front of the door to block her.

"You really wanna know?" he whispered. Jess nodded softly.

Sam took her bag from her and set it back on the ground. He walked her over to the edge of the bed and they both sat down.

"I was born May 2nd, 1983 in Lawrence, Kansas. My dad's name is John. My mom's name is Mary. And I have a big brother named Dean. One night when I was a baby, our house caught on fire and my mom died. Everyone said it was an accident but my dad always believed that someone murdered her. And he started to drag Dean and I all across the country to try to find her killer."

"Oh my god," Jess whispered to herself.

"I hated it," Sam continued, not noticing her reaction. "Dean was... whatever but I knew I wanted out the second I got it. And college was the out I needed."

"How did you even wind up here?" Jess asked. "I mean, it's Stanford."

"Pity I guess?" Sam joked. "I don't even know. My admissions essay was about living on the road with my dad and brother. Clearly it was good enough to be accepted and even better to win a scholarship. Makes the school look good."

"Where are your dad and brother? You still talk to them?"

"Nope. When I finally told them, my dad kinda kicked me out. He was pissed that I wanted this instead of devoting my life to helping him find my mom's supposed killer. I hurt Dean pretty bad too so I haven't really talked to him in two years."

"Do you miss them?"

"Every fucking day," Sam answered honestly, starting to get choked up. Jess scooted closer to him on the bed and rested her chin on his shoulder. Sam sniffled and rubbed his eyes. He was not about to break down in front of her, even if he felt safe to do so now.

"I'm so sorry Sam," Jess whispered in his ear.

"There's, uh, one other thing," Sam said, standing up. He started to finish Jess' job of unbuttoning his shirt. "My dad would sometimes drag us along to whatever leads he thought he had. And sometimes things would get ugly."

He took his shirt off and Jess saw it. A thin white line going diagonally across his chest.

"One of the leads was at this cabin in the woods. And I thought I heard Dean crying so I made the dumb mistake of running into the woods at night by myself."

"What happened?"

Windigo.

"Mountain lion. Dad showed up just in time to blast it with a shotgun and it ran off into the woods."

More like a flare gun but Jess don't need to know that.

"I have others too," Sam continued. He held his arm up to show another thin white line along his forearm. "Cut myself with a sharp knife."

Or a demon while he was tied up.

"And this one," he said, folding down the waistline of his jeans to reveal a small white circle just above his hip, "I accidentally shot myself with a blank bullet while cleaning out one of my dad's guns."

Because he had just found out he was being left alone again for a month and was not paying attention.

Jess was absolutely in shock watching him. Her eyes moved all over his upper body as if she was inspecting for every little flaw. She couldn't find herself to look away.

"I got my appendix taken out when I was eight." she said suddenly, thinking it would ease up some of the tension in the room.

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" Sam asked, slightly laughing. Jess laughed too and rolled down the hem of her skirt to show him.

"And I have a scar on my knee from when I cut myself while shaving at fourteen," she teased back.

"Oh I have a scar on my knee too. Dean thought it would be fun to wrestle in a parking lot of a hotel after a long drive."

The two laughed at each other again.

"Thank you," Jess finally said. "For telling me."

"Thank you for letting me. I'm sorry about earlier. I guess I was insecure or something."

Sam rolled up the shirt and threw it in his closet. Something inside Jess screamed at her to just grab Sam and pull him in.

They found themselves smushing faces again and lying down on their sides on the bed.

"I do just have one more question," Jess asked inbetween kisses and gasps of breath.

"What is it?"

"Why do you have salt on your windowsill?"

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