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CHAPTER 8

It had been three and a half weeks since Sam and Jessica had met and both would have agreed that they had never been happier. If you had asked their friends, they would've said that Sam and Jessica were damned near inseparable, except for when they didn't have classes together or work. When they were together, however, their time was split between Sam teaching her how to protect herself from the supernatural and investigating leads, making out, studying and hanging out with their friends (who had no clue as to their 'hobby').

Now it was the Wednesday morning before Thanksgiving and Sam was looking for his blessed silver hunting knife and his hoody when he heard the front door open.

"Sam?" he grinned hearing Jess' voice floating through the apartment, "Are you ready?"

Sticking his head out the bedroom door he replied, "Almost, I can't find my black hoody or my blessed knife."

Jessica shook her head and walked inside. "Did you check your closet?" she asked, sitting herself on the bed.

"Yeah of course I did," he protested weakly, causing Jessica to raise an eyebrow in a 'that's what I thought look'.

"Sam, honey, I love you, but your cleaning skills leave a little bit to be desired," Jessica teased.

Sam threw her an evil smirk as he stood over her, "You are going to pay for that Miss Moore," he said playfully.

Jessica's eye widened as she realized what he was going to do. In an attempt to make him forget, she rose up to her knees and wrapped her arms around Sam's neck. Her face was so close to Sam's that their lips were only a few millimeters apart. "Would it help if I said I'm sorry," she whispered.

Sam nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "It would but you're still in for it you know," he warned her, just before her lips closed over his in a passionate kiss.

Feeling his knees weakening, Sam eased Jessica down so she was laying on her back on the bed, and he was laying over her, their lips still locked in their kiss. Sam's hand began moving its way from her hips up and under her sweater, just gently caressing her stomach.

Reluctantly, Sam broke their kiss to all them both some much needed air. As he looked down at her, he smiled. "I love you, you know that right?" he said allowed as he lowered his head back to hers.

Jessica smiled, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck once again, "I know, and I love you too."

Sam's lips were just about to touch Jessica's when…Back in Black by ACDC began playing. Groaning, Sam got up and grabbed his cell off the dresser.

"What Dean?" he growled.

"Whoa, chill dude. Can't a brother just call and wish his little brother a Happy Thanksgiving?" Dean asked.

Sam rolled his eyes and replied, "Yeah they can, but in our family…" he trailed off.

"Ouch, I'm hurt Sammy, really," Dean said in mock sadness, "Listen, I just wanted to let you know that Dad and I are going to be in California during Christmas…"

"It's Sam," Sam looked shocked, "And seriously? You guys are both going to be in California?"

"Don't make a big production of it; you know how I hate…"

"Yeah, yeah, no chick flick moments," Sam paused, "You know you guys are welcome to come stay here right?"

Jessica got up off the bed and walked up behind Sam, who had his back to her and wrapped her arms around his waist. She laid her head in between his shoulders, silently letting him know she was there.

"Yeah Sam, we know," there was a moment of silence, "You don't mind us coming?"

Sam grinned and placed his free hand over Jessica's. "Hell no, I mean if I hadn't been able to meet up with you and dad, I probably would've gone with Jessica's to her parents," his grin faded, "which is where Jessica and I have to leave for right now."

Dean laughed, "Wow Sammy, meeting the parents already. That's a big step."

"Oh shut it," Sam retorted, "Listen, I got to go, but I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Later, bitch," Dean said.

"Later, jerk," Sam retorted as he closed his phone. He turned around so he and Jessica were facing each other and hugged her to him.

Jessica returned his embrace. "Sam," she asked as they broke apart so Sam could finish packing, "did you mean what you told Dean, about coming with me at Christmas if you hadn't been able to get a hold of them to find out where they were?"

Sam turned his head and nodded at her as he grabbed his jacket and knife (both of which were on the floor of his closet, in the back). "Yeah, I did mean it," he admitted, "you, my dad and my brother are the three most important people in my life. Besides," he began in a teasing tone, "your relatives couldn't be all that bad could they?"

Jessica rolled her eyes, a slight grin on her face as Sam finished zipping up his bag. "Shall we?" he said with a smile, holding his arm out for her.

She took his arm, charmed, as always, by the chivalrous way he's always treated her. Before they left the apartment, Sam made sure his salt wards were up and working. Once that was checked, Jessica grabbed her larger bag and her purse and looped her free arm through Sam's free arm.

Ten minutes later, after packing the stuff in the trunk, Sam's Camero could be seen leaving the university grounds and heading towards the entrance for the freeway on ramp.

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They had been driving for nearly an hour and a half when Sam pulled off the freeway so they could stretch their legs, get some food and use the bathroom. Having left Palo Alto at around ten, both were feeling pretty hungry and needed to stretch after being cooped up in the car for so long.

Seeing the sign for a diner, he pulled over into the parking lot and soon the two were walking inside.

Jessica went to use the restroom after telling Sam to get her, her normal order, or close to it. Sam nodded, though still keeping an eye on his girl. To his ire, a few of the guys who were sitting at the counter did notice her as she passed by and he made a mental note to severely maim anyone who tried anything with Jessica, after she got through with them of course.

At that thought, Sam shook his head of the thought, knowing the kind of lecture she'd give him if she knew what he had been thinking. He then followed Jessica and grabbed a seat near the font windows and the restrooms, so that they could try and head off any problems.

A couple of minutes after he grabbed the table, a waitress, who had to be 45, but trying to look 20, walked up with one menu.

"Here's your menu sweetie," she said, "can I start you off with anything to drink?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I'd like a Pepsi and my girlfriend is going to want a Sierra Mist," he told her, ignoring the look of shock as he told her he had a girlfriend.

Writing down the order, the waitress nodded, "All right, be right back with those drinks," she then left to get the drinks.

A moment later, Jessica emerged from the restrooms and sat down next to Sam. Noticing there was only one menu, she chuckled, "Let me guess, the waitress thought you were alone and tried to hit on you?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah well there were about five of those guys up at the counter who noticed you," he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a quick but sweet kiss to her lips.

Jessica shook her head in amusement as she noticed the look in Sam's eyes. "I love it when you're jealous," she teased, "Now let's see what they have to eat, all right?"

Sam just nodded, taking Jessica's hand into his and placing a kiss to the back of the hand. He passed over the menu to her, having spent the first 18 years of his life traveling and eating in places like this, he knew the kind of food like the back of his hand.

As Jess looked over the menu, their waitress walked up, their drinks in hand, "Here are your drinks," she placed the glasses on the table, "Are you both ready to order?"

Sam and Jess looked at one another before Jess spoke, "I think we are. I'll have a cheeseburger with fries please."

After writing down the order, the waitress looked over at Sam, "And what can I get you?"

"I'll have a double cheeseburger deluxe, with fries, thanks," he told her.

The woman nodded, "All right, your orders should be up pretty quick," she told them before heading to the window and placing the order.

As soon as she was out of ear shot, Jessica laughed. "And you get jealous cause some guys sitting at the counter were shooting looks at me."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah laugh it up," he said with mock gloom, but it didn't work as a grin was threatening to show itself on his face.

Wrapping his arm around Jess's shoulders, both to hold her close and to warn off the guys at the counter, Sam leaned down and whispered "I love you" to her; which Jessica returned wholeheartedly. How could she not? So far, Sam had been damned near the perfect boyfriend. The only real fault was his slight case of over protectiveness.

A few minutes later, their waitress returned with their meals. Which Sam ha to admit, even if the atmosphere left something to be desired, the food was some of the best diner food he'd had in a long time. As both were eager to get going and get to Jess' parents house, their meal was eaten n relative silence. So it was fifteen minutes later that Sam and Jessica were seated in the Camero to finish their drive up to Chico.

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"Jess, sweetheart, wake up," Sam's voice brought Jessica to consciousness.

Groaning she opened her eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's twenty to two, we're just pulling into Chico now," Sam told her, "I need you to give me directions to your parents' house."

Jess nodded and yawned. She had fallen asleep listening to the radio and watching Sam, as she normally did during their little road trips. She gave him the directions and they soon found themselves driving through one of the 'suburbs' of Chico with the nice houses surrounded by the picket fences.

As Sam caught sight of the neighborhood he sighed. While he enjoyed and was good at hunting, he had always hoped for the kind of life that his dad and mom had before the Demon came and stole her away from them. Jess grabbed his free hand and squeezed it. He turned and shot her a grateful smile as they pulled onto her street.

"You ok?" she asked with concern.

Sam shook his head, "Not really, but let's get the meet and greet out of the way first…" he trailed off as they pulled into the driveway.

"All right, but you do know you're not getting out of this that easily, right?" she told him.

He chuckled, "I know sweetheart," he took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, "I know."

Sam exited the car and the opened the passenger door for Jessica. After grabbing their luggage from the trunk, Jessica wrapped her arm around his waist and led him to the front door. It was time for him to face the music and face the most dangerous thing he's ever faced……

Meeting his girlfriend's parents.