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Kay05- (hugs back) You're welcome for making your day. I may have never had a mouth infection, but I have had my wisdom teeth pulled and it is not fun at all. I'm glad you liked it. Here's the next chapter like you asked.

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CHAPTER 3

Sam groaned as he walked into his apartment. It had been an extremely long day at work but it had started out on a great note. Jessica, the girl he had saved the night before, had bought him breakfast to show her appreciation. Now he may have been hanging around Dean too long, but he was not going to waste an opportunity to get to know a pretty girl.

He had known she'd have questions and was prepared to answer them. But the questions she asked sort of surprised him. They weren't the kind that he had gotten before on hunts with his father and brother where the innocents asked "Are you sure it's real". Jess' were, "ok I believe you, what can I do to help?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and began counting the tips that the girls had tipped out to him. He grinned as he counted out sixty dollars, granted it wasn't much, but he still had all the money he had saved from the tutoring he had done during high school he had enough to live off of for a bit. It's not like he had to pay for his tuition, books and room and board.

Looking at the cash, he was suddenly glad he had made the reservations for the nice Italian restaurant a couple miles away. He grinned as he imagined Dean's face when he finally told him about Jessica.

Once he placed his money in his wallet he looked at the time, four-fifteen. Long enough for him to clean up and get into his suit. He pulled his suit out of his closet and then headed to the bathroom to get ready.

While Sam was just getting into the shower and getting ready, in the next apartment Jessica was standing in front of her closet, hair toweled up and wearing her kimono style robe, talking with her best friend and roommate, Jacklyn Howard, who was laying on her stomach on the bed.

"Jac, you gotta help me out here. What should I wear?" Jess asked as she pulled two dresses out. One was a black dress with a low-cut sweetheart neckline, spaghetti straps, cinched waist and skirt which reached about two inches above her knees. The other dress was beige chiffon halter dressed with a ruched waist and knee length skirt. "The black or the beige?"

Jackie looked from one dress to the other, cocking her head in thought. "Well, you're going on your first date with this guy right?" Jess nodded. "Well, I'd save the black one for more of an anniversary or party. Wear the beige one, with your hair slightly curled and worn down."

"Oh, perfect," Jess grinned, "Sam won't know what hit him. Thanks Jac."

Jackie shrugged. "No problem hun. Now, you never did tell me how you met. What happened?"

Jess was glad she was facing away from Jackie at that moment. Taking a breath, Jess turned around, heading back to the bathroom to start on her make-up, and began explaining how she and Sam met.

"Well, you know I left the study session at Holly's last night at around ten right?" Jackie nodded, "As I was walking back, three guys pushed me into an alley and were going to…I don't even want to think about it," Jess shuddered, even knowing the guys were vampires didn't make it any easier. She imagined Sam felt the same when he, his brother or their father had been in bad spots while hunting. "Anyway, Sam had been walking back to his apartment when he heard me scream and came to my rescue. He offered to walk me home, and after figuring out we were neighbors, I guess the shock overcame me and I fainted. Sam brought me back and let me sleep off the shock at his place. I woke up a couple hours later and then came home."

Jackie stared at her friend, her eyes wide in surprise. "Wow, I just can't believe…At least nothing bad happened to you," she said sincerely before a slow grin made it's way across her face, "What did this Sam look like?"

Jess turned and stuck her head out the bathroom, "Well, he's about 6'2" tall, tanned, thin, but built like a swimmer, shaggy brown hair and deep soulful brown eyes," she grinned, "definitely a hottie."

Jackie chuckled; Jess had always liked the tall, dark and handsome types. Now her, her type of guys was the bad, but good, boy kind of guy. "Do you know anything more about him", she called through the door.

"Well, he does have an older brother and father," came the reply, "but his mother died when he was a baby," suddenly Jessica stepped out of the bathroom, "how does my make-up look?"

Getting a good look, Jackie noted the subtle smoky eye, darker pink lips and slight blush. She nodded her approval, "Perfect, especially with your coloring and the color of your dress."

"Good," Jess was about to head back into the bathroom but turned back to Jackie, "can you do me a favor and help me with the damned curling iron?"

Jackie nodded and got up off the bed, following her friend into the bathroom to help.

Sam took one last look in the mirror before he left to pick up Jessica. He had to admit he looked good. His shaggy brown hair was neat, and his suit till looked brand new (thanks due to the fact he'd only worn it twice since he'd bought it three months earlier.

Smiling, he grabbed his wallet, keys and cell phone and headed to the door when his phone rang.

Dean.

Damn it! He swore mentally. He opened his phone and answered, "Yeah Dean?"

"Whoa chill Sammy," Dean replied.

"It's SAM. What did you want?" Sam said irritably.

"I was just checking you got my email," Dean answered, and Sam could have sworn he heard the wheels turning in his brother's mind, "I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

Payback is so sweet, Sam thought with an evil grin. "Actually you did big brother, I was just on my way out to have dinner with this hot blonde. I'll call you tomorrow," he then hung up laughing.

He stuck the phone back into his pocket and walked next door; after locking up and placing salt along all the window sills, and in front of the front door. He knocked on the door and his eyes widened in appreciation as it opened and he saw Jess.

"Gorgeous," he said reverently, "You look absolutely gorgeous."

Jessica smiled appreciatively. "You clean up good yourself Sam. Come on in, I'll be just a second."

Sam nodded and walked in, but before Jess could return to her room to get her purse, he grabbed her hand and placed a gentle and light kiss to the back of her hand. Jess blushed slightly and softly said, "Just let me grab my bag."

Sam let go of her hand and smiled to himself. He loved the way Jess blushed as he had kissed her hand. Suddenly a short red headed girl with bright green eyes and pale ivory skin walked out from the other bedroom and stood in front of him.

"Hello, I'm Sam Winchester," he greeted politely.

The red head nodded with a smile, "I'm Jacklyn Howard, Jess' best friend. It's nice to meet the white knight Jess was talking about."

Sam blushed slightly, not enough to be noticed though. "It really was nothing," he said brushing his act of 'bravery' aside.

Jacklyn shook her head. "No, not a lot of guys would've helped like you did. So, thanks for saving her. She's like a sister to me."

Just then Jessica walked out and stood next to Sam. "Ready when you are Sam," she said.

"It was nice meeting you Jacklyn," he told her before he and Jess walked out the door.

"Jessica," the blonde turned her head at the sound of her name, "don't' do anything I wouldn't do."

Jessica groaned. With a friend like Jacklyn, who needs enemies. Sam just chuckled at the remark. "Relax Jess. She was just joking. My own brother would've said the same thing."

The walk to Sam's car was quiet and Jessica was surprised when she realized what it was.

A perfectly restored and cherried out 1967 Chevy Camero. Including his hunting equipment in the trunk (well some of it anyway).

Sam smirked at her reaction. "Like what you see?" he teased.

Jess jumped a little back into Sam's arms and turned her head a little to mock glare at him, "Of course. When did you get it?"

Sam shrugged, "Dad had a few friends in our hometown so we were able to set up a base at our old house and when I had finally talked some sense into my dad about me coming here, he had promised to get me a great going away gift. So not only did I get my dream car, which he had restored, but it's also tricked out for hunting."

Jess nodded. She still didn't understand about the hunting of the supernatural, but now that she knew what was out there, how could she let Sam face it alone.

Sam unlocked the passenger side door and helped her inside before going over to the driver's side. Once inside he turned on the car and Sympathy for the Devil by the rolling Stones began to blare from the speakers as they drove off.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a generals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah

I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all it was you and me
Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.