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CHAPTER 1

What happened? Where am I? Jessica wondered as she woke up in a bedroom, which was not her own. Looking down she found herself still fully clothed in her sweat pants and t-shirt she had worn for mid term cramming. Well at least that's something.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and the man who had save her last night, Sam, popped his head in, "Ah, welcome back. Feeling better?" he asked as he walked in and sat at the End of the bed.

"Actually yes I am," she replied, then remembering his explanation for the three guys who attacked her, she asked, "Did you tell me that those three guys were vampires?"

Sam sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I did," he looked over at her, "I know it sounds crazy, but believe me, everything you ever dreamt of in nightmares and thought was not real, is real."

Jessica laughed nervously. "You're right it does sound crazy. But from what I've seen tonight, I think I should give you the benefit of the doubt." At her sort of acceptance, Sam felt a weight lifted of his shoulders. "What time is it?" she asked, sitting up straight in the bed.

Sam glanced at his watch and replied, "It's only midnight. You've only been out for a couple of hours."

Jessica nodded. For some reason she didn't want to leave Sam. But the 'goody two shoes' side of her wouldn't let her stay there. "I guess I should be going," she said rising from the bed.

Sam rose with her, "Let me walk you out."

That was a request Jessica easily let him make and fulfill. As they walked to the front door, Sam grabbed a piece of paper off the coffee table and handed it to her. "This is my cell, AIM screen-name and my email. If you need anything call, I'm usually up at odd hours anyway."

Jess smiled as she grabbed her bag off the floor and pulled out a pen. "Thanks," she ripped the paper in half and wrote on the blank half. "Here's mine."

Sam took the paper and stuffed it into his pocket before walking to the door. "Well I guess this is goodbye for now."

Jessica couldn't help but agree. This night seemed so surreal, but at least she survived it. And she had Sam to thank for that. Sam opened the door and held it for her as she left. Before she stepped out of the apartment she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for saving me."

She let go of Sam and made her way next door into her apartment, Sam watching protectively from his door. "It was no trouble," he muttered with a small smile.

Once he heard the lock click in place from Jess's apartment he walked back inside and locked up himself. He leaned against the front door and sighed. Tonight may have started out as a drag, but it ended on a high note, he thought as he made his way to bed.

As Jessica walked into and locked her apartment she couldn't help but replay the night's events in her mind.

One minute she had been walking from a study session with her friends and the next she was surrounded by what she had thought were three guys who had had too much to drink and that were going to rape her. Before they even had a chance to get really close Sam had shown up and they turned to dust after being shot. When she had questioned Sam about why they turned to dust, he answered "Vampires" as if it were an everyday occurrence. Upon hearing the answer, she had fainted.

When she woke she discovered that Sam had grabbed her bag and his own, then picked her up and carried her all the way to their apartments, and let her sleep off the shock in his bed, while waiting for her out front.

He saved my life, she thought as she washed up and got ready for bed.

Lying down on her queen size bed she began thinking about what she should do for Sam to repay him for his white knight complex. Bake him cookies, buy him coffee and breakfast, make dinner? The thoughts ran through her head as she fell asleep with dreams filled with some innocent and some not so innocent thoughts of herself and Sam.

Knock! Knock!

Sam sat bolt upright at the sound of someone knocking at his door. Turning to the clock he saw that it was only seven-thirty in the morning and he hadn't needed to get up for work for another hour and a half. As his mind cleared of the sleep fog, he remembered the night before and got up, to answer it, completely forgetting he was only wearing his sweat pants.

"Who is it?" he questioned before he unlocked the door.

A feminine voice from the other side of the door answered, "It's Jessica." Upon hearing who his early morning visitor was, Sam quickly unlocked the door. "Morning," she greeted him as she held up two Venti cups of Starbucks coffee and a bag filled with some muffins and scones. She froze in place as she got a good long look at Sam. God he looks good, she thought, but as soon as she thought it, she suppressed it. "Mind if I come in?"

Sam shook his head and moved out of the way to let her inside. "No, come on in," he sniffed the scent of the coffee and grinned, "Is that a mocha and muffins and scones?"

Blushing slightly, Jessica nodded. "Yeah, I brought you breakfast as sort of a thank you for all you did for me yesterday."

Sam shrugged his broad shoulders. "It was nothing," he gestured towards the couch and both moved to sit down, "I get the feel that you also wanted to ask me some questions, am I right?"

Jessica, setting the cups of coffee and food on the table, nodded. "You're right. It's just, I haven't believed in any of these kinds of creatures and monsters since I was nine years old. It seems kind of surreal finding out a decade later that they really exist," she said before sipping her coffee.

Sam chuckled as he grabbed his own cup. "I know how you feel, when I was nine and told my father that I was scared of the monster in the closet, he handed me a .45 filled with blessed silver/rock salt bullets and told me to shoot it in the heart."

Jessica looked at Sam with a shocked look on her face. "Are you serious?" Sam nodded. "God, I couldn't even imagine that."

Sam smiled inwardly at the look of concern and sympathy on Jess' face. She does look beautiful like that. Whoa, calm down we have to take this slow. He shrugged, "It's my life; has been for as long as I can remember. Nothing I can do to change it."

"Didn't your mom mind?" Jess questioned.

Sam swallowed the bite of food in his mouth and looked at Jess sharply. "Jess, my mom's the reason my dad, my brother Dean and I do this. When I was six months old, a demon tried to hurt me, mom stopped him when she walked in. From what dad told me, he found her lying against the ceiling, on her back, her stomach gashed open when she burst into flames. Dad handed me over to Dean, who was all of four at the time and told him to take me out front," he sighed, "Dad tried to save mom, but nothing could be done, she was gone. Ever since then Dad's been on a crusade trying to find the demon and in the process killing and learning about everything paranormal AND evil he could find. Once we were old enough, Dad taught Dean and I how to shoot, fire, clean, and make weapons, as well as ammunition. He also taught everything we know about the paranormal."

Sam leaned back and closed his eyes for a few moments as he let what he had just told Jessica sink in. While he wasn't happy she had been attacked by vampires and had to learn about the harsh reality that was his life, he felt lie a weight had been lifted off his shoulders that he finally had someone he could talk to about hunting besides his brother and father. He knew his father had all sorts of contacts in regard to this, but he and Dean were never friends with them like their dad was. Hell, even while they were in school, they were never there long enough to really make friends.

"Sam," he opened his eyes and looked at Jessica, "I, I believe you about the demons and other things that go bump in the night. When I was eleven, my grandfather was found dead, his heart ripped out, when he was at his hunting cabin. I never thought anything of it at the time, but after what you just told me…"

"You think it might be something in my line of work," Sam finished.

"Exactly," she replied. Maybe he'd be able to help her figure out what really happened to her grandfather since his murderer had never been found.

Sam was about to reply when his cell phone rang. "Who the hell could that be," he muttered as he grabbed the phone. Looking at the display, his eyes widened in shock. What could Dean want? He flipped open the phone, "Dean, what's going on dude?"