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CHAPTER 2

"Dean, what's going on dude?" Sam questioned his older brother as he got up off the couch and began pacing the floor, holding the phone to his head.

"Not much Sammy…" he began.

"It's Sam, jerk," Sam cut his brother off. He could practically see Dean rolling his eyes.

"Bitch. Anyway, the reason I called is 'cause Dad and I are both stuck with working our own jobs and neither of us can make it to Cali. You need to take care of this one," Dean told him. "Dad seems to think it's just a straight haunting but it could also be demonic."

Sam felt like banging his head against the wall. He had come to college to get away from the orders for a bit, but when he had gotten the letter from Stanford he had made a compromise with his dad and Dean. He would keep up his training and if there was something supernatural going on in California and neither one of them could take care of it, he would. "All right, email what info you have," he replied, "I'll take care of it."

"Thanks dude. How's college life treating you so far?" Dean questioned.

Sam looked at Jess and grinned. "Oh it's treating me all right. Sorry I can't talk any longer, but I got to go and get ready for work. I'll call you and let you know when I get the email."

"I'm getting ready to send it now Sammy, take care little brother."

"You too," Sam said before he closed the phone.

Jess stayed on the couch and watched with fascination as Sam talked with his older brother. When she heard Sam call his brother a jerk, she could hear the teasing tone it took and smiled at the easy relationship they had. Having grown up an only child, she never had that kind of closeness.

When Sam turned to her and grinned she felt her heart start beating in overdrive. Did she even dare hope to think that he felt any sort of attraction to her that she felt for him? Hearing him end the call, she looked over at Sam and said, "I'm guessing that was your brother?"

"Yeah, that was Dean," he replied with small smile.

"It sounded like he and your dad had a job for you?" she queried.

Sam shrugged, "Yeah, though it's probably the standard salt and burn but neither of them can take care of it."

Jessica looked a little apprehensive but pushed forward the question anyway, "Can I come with you?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious? You really want to do this?" Jessica nodded. "All right, but you have to listen to what I say. It's for your own protection since you've never done any of this before. Got it?"

Jessica agreed, not only because she knew he was right, but also because she knew she could trust Sam with her life. After all, didn't he prove it the night before?

Glancing at the clock Sam realized it was eight forty-five and looked at Jess with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry I've got to cut this short, but I have to get ready for work," he apologized, "I do get off at four so if you'd like we could maybe catch a movie and go to dinner?"

At his suggestion, Jessica smiled. "I'd love to," she said rising, "I guess I'll see you around…"

"Five."

"Five sounds good," she replied before heading to the door, coffee in hand. Sam walked her to the door. Before she opened the door, Jessica turned around and pressed a short, but sweet kiss to Sam's lips.

Slightly dazed Sam watched Jessica as she left his apartment. That girl is going to be the death of me, Sam thought as he forced himself out of the daze. Locking the door back up, Sam began his routine before heading for his job at the restaurant a few blocks away. Working as a busboy wasn't the most glamorous job, but it sure as hell beat running credit card scams and the like, well when it came to everyday shit. When it came to hunting, it was no holds bard.

As he made his bed and grabbed his uniform Sam couldn't help but let a smile settle on his face as he thought about his and Jess's date later that night. For once, he was glad that he had Tuesdays and Thursdays off from class.

In the apartment next door, Jessica was thinking along similar lines herself. Thinking about Sam made her feel…lighter, happier and safer than she had since she left home to attend Stanford. Crap, she still had to tell her parents about last night since she missed her normal weekly Wednesday check in.

Picking up the phone she dialed the number she knew by heart and waited. "Hello?" a rough but gentle voice answered.

"Hi daddy, it's me," Jessica replied.

"Jessi? Are you all right, your mother and I were worried about you sweetheart."

Jessica smiled. Her dad could be so overprotective sometimes. "Yeah, I'm all right," she told him, "thanks to my knight in shining armor." This last part said so softly she hoped he wouldn't hear it.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat and began to speak, "I was walking back to my place and three guy tried to attack me."

"God, are you sure you're all right?"

"Daddy I'm fine, really. Before the assailants could do anything this guy who lives in my building, Sam Winchester, got rid of them and walked me home," she explained.

"I'll have to meet this young man of yours and thank him properly," he replied, "I'm glad to know you're all right sweetheart. How are your classes going? Good?"

Jessica gave a relieved look. Knowing that Sam had possibly saved her life gave him somewhat of an in with her father. "I'll ask him about Thanksgiving and yes my classes are doing well. Though we do have mid terms next week," she groaned.

Her father chuckled, "I'm sure you'll do well. I'd love to talk more, but your mother and I were heading out for the Springs for the weekend. I love you!"

"Love you too daddy, give my love to mom."

"Will do sweets, bye."

With that Jessica hung up the phone and laid out on the couch. With her classes only on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Thursday was her day to chill out since she worked Fridays through Mondays as closer at a local clothing store.

As she lay relaxing she couldn't help but wonder what she should wear for her and Sam's date that night. From what she knew of the man so far, he was sweet, caring, could kick ass, and was definitely a hottie. He also seemed to be the kind of guy to keep things closed in, so she felt honored that he would even tell her the truth about his life and the things that went bump in the night.

One thing was a definite, she was going to get to know Sam Winchester better.