Reviewer Responses
Vincesbabe- Glad to hear how much you loved Chapter 12. Thanks for your compliments on the love scene; it took me forever to write. I wanted to do right by the characters I had brought to life. As for Jessica's parents reaction, well, you asked, and I answered. (LOL! To bad I didn't update before you had your camp out. Sorry about that. But I felt the song just FIT right at that moment.)
MissCourtney002- Thanks for the wonderful compliment, hope these last two chapters quench your thirst for now.
Ghostwriter- Good to see ya. And I do understand about writing and being swamped. Thanks for the wonderful reviews, and keep looking for the next installment in this series.
LorGilFan- Thank you, thank you, thank you, for betaing my last few chapters. It helped me soooo much you have no idea, LOL. I agree, I would love to see Jessica resurrected some how as well. But we're not writer for the show are we? TTYL.
CHAPTER 13
"…this bullshit! There are no such things as ghost, spirits, demons or any other fictional movie monster," Nicholas said angrily to Jessica. He then spun on Sam, "I don't know what kind of bullshit you've been feeding my daughter, but you are staying as far away from her as possible. I want you to leave my house, now before I call the police."
Sam shook his head. He knew it was not going to go well. But he had never expected this. Looking at the clock he noticed that he and Jessica had only been there for half an hour and sighed. They had just finished telling Jessica's parents the truth, without proof first, of course, and now they were kicking him out and threatening to call the police. Glancing at Jessica, he turned around and headed out to the front of the house.
As soon as Sam as out of hearing and eyesight, Jessica spun her father around and slapped his face. "How dare you!" Jessica spat out angrily. "Do you know what Sam has gone through? Huh?" she questioned. "He was six months old when something came into his nursery and stood over his crib. His mother, Mary, walked in and caught whatever it was. She screamed, and a few moments later, his father ran into the room and found Mary Winchester on the ceiling of the room, over the crib, bleeding from a slice to her stomach. John handed Sam to his older brother and the two boys had just made it out of the house when Mary burst into flame." Taking a breath, Jessica paused in her rant. "For the next 18 years John moved from place to place, hunting the things that go bump in the night, training Dean and Sam as well."
Nicholas ran his hand through his hair and sat down heavily in his easy chair. "I'm sorry Jessica, but I can't believe this. How do you know it's not all complete bull? That this boy is not dragging you into his insanity?"
At that Jessica and her mother shared a look and Jessica answered, "I know dad, because I have seen the things that go bump in the night." Nicholas' head shot up. "I know it's hard to believe, but dad, those three men that attacked me last Halloween, they were vampires. Sam shot them with an enchanted silver bullet and they just disappeared into dust. I've also seen poltergeists and…" she sighed, "we were even able to get the Wendigo that killed grandpa."
Marlene took a seat on the couch and sighed. "Sweetheart, you've got to understand, none of that stuff is…."
"Real?" Jessica interrupted with a harsh laugh. "Oh but mom, it is real. In fact, give me a moment all right?"
Nicholas and Marlene nodded as they watched their daughter walk out the front door. They shared a look that said, "What the hell is going on now?"
Outside, Jessica found Sam leaning against the hood of the Camero. Stopping in front of him Jessica said, "Grab our things, we're going to have to summon a spirit to prove to them what we're saying."
Sam pulled Jessica into his arms and gave her a brief hug, "It'll be all right honey. I'll be in, in a minute," he assured her.
Jessica nodded and walked back up to the front door, watching Sam as he opened the trunk grabbed the duffle bag, and rifled through the false bottom for what he needed. Finding everything, Sam followed her into the house.
When Nicholas saw Sam, he felt his anger and his guilt well up inside him and stood up. Looking at both Jessica and Sam, he asked, "How are you going to prove that this stuff is real?"
Jessica looked at Sam, then her father and replied, "We are going to hold a séance." She motioned for Sam to the table.
Walking over, Sam unloaded the duffle bag, producing a Colt .45 pistol, four pure white candles, a couple of sticks of incense (one heather, the other sandalwood), and two incense holders and one of his journals. He placed the candles in the four cardinal directions and lit them with his lighter. He then lit the incense and looked up at Jessica. "Everything's set Jess," he told her. "Why don't we all take a seat, this may take a while." Everyone nodded and took a seat. Sam looked at Jessica and handed her the book, "Sweetheart," he said with a smile.
Jessica took the book and opened it to the page with the spell. "Hear these words, hear my cry, spirits from the other side, come to me I summon thee, cross now the great divide," she cried out, casting the ghost summoning spell.
After a few moments, a bright light began to form in the middle of the table. Slowly, it began to take shape. As the form became clearer, Sam's jaw dropped as he recognized the figure. Jessica looked at the spirit and felt tears prick her eyes. "Sam," she whispered.
He reached for her hand. "I know Jess. I know."
The spirit turned around and smiled at Jessica. "Hello Jess," the spirit replied.
"Grandpa," Jessica replied, tremulously. She had not expected to see her dead grandfather, the one whom she and Sam avenged by going after the Wendigo. "I…it's good to see you."
Nicholas and Marlene looked at Thomas, Nicholas' father, in shock. Nicholas, finally getting over the shock, stood up and ran his hand over and under the apparition. "Oh my God!" Nicholas breathed softly. After this, he could believe just about anything. He knew that his daughter and her fiancée could not have had anytime to create a hoax this elaborate. "Dad," the spirit turned towards Nicholas.
"Hello Nicky, Marlene," Thomas smiled, "It's good to see you."
"Mr. Moore," Sam said, "it's a pleasure to meet you, even if you are spirit."
Thomas shook his head, "Son, call me Thomas. After seeing what you did for my granddaughter, you've earned that right. And congratulations on the engagement."
Thomas then turned back to Nicholas and Marlene, "Now I want you two to listen to these kids and what they have to tell you. They are not going to bullshit you about the supernatural, you got it?" Nicholas and Marlene nodded. "Good, I have to go now, remember I love you. Goodbye."
As soon as Thomas' spirit dissipated, Nicholas sank back into his easy chair. Jessica scooted closer to Sam, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. While Marlene just stared at the table, trying to make sense out of what had just happened. The incense and the candles had been put out by the spirit leaving, so Sam had no need to blow or snuff either the candle or incense out.
Finally, in order to break the silence, Sam asked quietly, "Mr. and Mrs. Moore; do either of you have any questions?"
Marlene and Nicholas looked at one another, as if silently communicating on what questions to ask and who would ask the first question. After another few minutes of silence, Marlene spoke first, "Sam, how long have you been…what did you call it, hunting?"
"Well, Mrs. Moore, I've been doing actual hunting, both the research and the fighting, for about five years now," he assured her. "Before that my dad trained me and my brother with all different kinds of weapons, a couple of different forms of hand to hand combat as well as how to exorcise demons, and how to cast protection circles, and the like. I've been doing the research aspect for ten years, and Latin is my second language."
Jessica squeezed Sam's hand when she realized how nervous he was. It was then her father spoke up, "What kinds of beings have you fought?"
Sam thought for a moment trying to get an accurate list of the things they have fought. "I could say for certain every single thing we've fought, but I can tell you what I do know of the top of my head," Sam sighed and then began listing the things that he, and his father, brother and Jessica had gone up against.
Needless to say the list was long and impressive. It included creatures like; werewolves, vampires, succubae, wendigos, poltergeists, vengeful spirits, Rawheads, and more. "…everything that you've ever heard of in folklore, urban legends, or imagined was real but told yourself couldn't be in the light of day, does exist. My family and I have fought against them all and saved many people in the process," Sam explained tiredly.
"My God," Marlene exclaimed in shock, "but, but how could these things be real?"
Sam chuckled humorlessly. "Many of them exist because the people just believe in it," he told them truthfully. "There have been many times when people were ignorant enough to believe in 'something' and it would then turn out to be real."
Nicholas then looked at Jessica. "Honey, you said that the three men who attacked you on Halloween were vampires?" she nodded and Nicholas turned to Sam, "You told her the truth about the underground night life?"
Sam nodded, "Of course, she saw me kill three vampires and I did not want to lie to her. When she came over the next morning to thank me, I explained the truth to her. Then in true Jessica fashion," he smirked, "Jessica told me that there was no way she was going to allow me to hunt alone with no back up now that she knew."
At that last comment Marlene and Nicholas actually laughed. Oh they knew their daughter all right. Knowing Jessica, they could tell that she had been grateful that Sam had saved her life and knowing that he risked his life that way on a regular basis there was no way she would let someone she considered a friend and potential boyfriend go without a fight.
"You're right about that Sam," Nicholas got out once he had calmed down from the laughter. "Jessica is pistol," he looked apologetically at the younger couple, "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, but you have to admit, that unless you witness it yourself, then it is a hard pill to swallow."
Jessica and Sam shared a look and nodded. "And we're sorry we sprang this on you like this, but you have to understand that we wanted to tell you the truth, once we were engaged. It's not like we were planning on keeping it from you."
Marlene smiled softly and took Jessica's hand. "We understand that now. It's just…monsters, ghosts, witches, and everything that goes with it, we thought that you were both…" she trailed off.
"Crazy," Sam finished with a slight grin. When Jessica's parents nodded he chuckled. "Don't worry, it's happened before. That's one of the reasons my dad, brother and I moved so often when Dean and I were younger."
The foursome sat in silence for a few moments, the tension of a half an hour ago non existent. Jessica had leaned against Sam, laying her head on his shoulder, his right arm wrapped around her shoulders. Now that her parents knew, and somewhat accepted the truth about the supernatural and her hunting, as well as accepting Sam, everything was perfect.
"Jessica, sweetheart," Jessica looked up and over at her mother, "can you join me in the kitchen?"
Jessica nodded, wondering what her mother wanted. Was it just to gossip? Warn her about the dangers she was facing? Or was it to try and persuade her to leave Sam? As they walked into the kitchen, Jessica hoped and prayed it was the first choice.
Once they were out of earshot of Sam and Nicholas, Jessica turned to her mother, and asked, "What did you need mom?"
Marlene walked over to the china cabinet, pulled out two champagne flutes then set them on the counter. She turned to Jessica and smiled, "It's nothing dear. I just wanted to get a chance to find out about what happened when he proposed to you last night."
Jessica smiled widely then held out her left hand so her mother could examine the diamond ring. "The ring maybe simple, but I love it," she practically gushed.
"The ring is beautiful," Marlene smiled. "What happened at dinner?"
"Oh, mom, it was so romantic. Sam and I went to San Francisco yesterday and checked into our hotel. When we got to the room, he told me to get dressed up for dinner and kept me in the dark the whole time until we arrived at one of the nicest restaurants in San Francisco, it's called the Fleur de Lys."
As Marlene looked at the ring, she smiled. "It sounds like you had a good time," she said with a wink.
Jessica rolled her eyes playfully. "Mooooom," she mock whined. Marlene chuckled, went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Sparkling Cider. "Anyway," Jessica continued, "just before we had dessert, Sam went down on one knee and said, 'You are the only other person I would trust with my life, and you are the only person I have ever and will ever love. Jessica Lee Moore, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?'"
"Wow, that is romantic," Marlene replied, as she handed Jessica her glass of cider. Marlene raised her own glass, "To your marriage, may it be long and full of love."
Jessica smiled and sipped her cider. "Thanks mom."
"No problem sweetheart," Marlene said as she pulled Jessica into a hug.
Releasing Jessica, the two Moore women spent the rest of their time talking and gossiping. As Jessica told Marlene about her life with Sam, Marlene thought about the man her daughter was marrying. With what she knew of him from Jessica, what he had told her and Nicholas, as well as the way she had seen him treat Jessica, she knew there was no better man for her daughter.
Truth be told, the only thing she had against him was the whole hunting thing. However, she could understand what drove him and his family. After all if she had witnessed what they had, she would want to go after the thing that had killed her loved one as well.
In the other room, Sam and Nicholas were having their own little discussion; Nicholas sitting in his easy chair, and Sam on the couch. Neither one wanted to speak first, but the silence was getting them nowhere.
After five minutes, Nicholas took the proverbial plunge and spoke. "So," he began, "you said you've been doing this…hunting for five years?"
Sam nodded. "More or less. I only helped with the research until about five years ago when I began to hunt, dad and Dean were the ones who did the actual hunting," seeing the look Nicholas shot him, he added, "dad wouldn't let us hunt until we knew enough hand to hand, how to handle weapons and were able to conduct exorcisms and the like; which meant we were about thirteen or fourteen when we started going with him."
"Oh," was all Nicholas could say.
"Anyway, like I told you I was thirteen when I went on my first hunt, but it wasn't the first paranormal being I got rid of," Sam continued.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "Really? What happened, if you don't mind my asking?" Nicholas had to admit, now that he knew what Sam and Jessica knew about the things that went bump in the night, he was curious to learn more about his future son-in-law.
Sam chuckled as he recalled what had happened that day, all those years ago. "Well, I was nine years old. My dad, Dean and I were staying in this little rental home in Indiana…"
FLASHBACK
A nine-year-old Sam sat up straight in the bed; wide-eyed he looked at the closet door. There was something in his closet, clawing and growling. Knowing what was out there in the dark; Sam did the only thing he could think of. "Dad," he called out, "DAD!"
A few seconds later, John Winchester walked into the room, a rifle in one hand and a .45 caliber handgun in the other. John looked at his youngest son, "Sammy, what is it? Are you all right?"
Sam nodded. "Dad, I think there's a boogeyman in my closet."
John shot a glance at the closet and sighed. He had hoped it would be another year or two before Sam made or tried to make his first 'kill'. Turning to Sam he said, "Son, take this gun," he handed Sam the .45, which was loaded with blessed silver bullets, "and when you see it come out of the closet, I want you to shoot it right between the eyes, you got me?"
Sam nodded and took the .45, staring at it in shock. He knew the family business, and now it was his turn to help like his dad and brother…coooool. "I won't let you down dad, I promise," Sam swore.
John smiled and hugged Sam, "You could never let me or your brother down son. Now get some sleep."
"Yes, sir," Sam replied, placing the gun on the nightstand, and laying back down on the bed.
As John left the room, he left the door partially open. He never let Sam know he was standing outside the door, ready to burst in, just in case.
Sam lay in bed, thinking about the boogeyman in the closet and what was going to happen. It didn't take long before he heard the noises and soon the door opened up a bit. Sam twisted in his bed, like he was asleep and grabbed the gun.
"Such fresh fear," he heard the thing say.
Opening his eyes, Sam sat up straight and aimed the gun right between the eyes of the boogeyman. "I'm not afraid of you," Sam said, cocking the gun.
The boogeyman cackled. "What? You think a toy gun is going to…"
BOOM!
Sam glanced from the falling body of the boogeyman to the smoking gun in his hand and his eyes widened. Instantly he dropped the gun to the floor of his room as if it were a hot potato burning his hand.
A second later John burst into the room, rifle at the ready to be on the safe side. Seeing the boogeyman on the floor, John set the rifle down, went over and hugged Sam.
END FLASHBACK
Nicholas sat in his chair, listening with rapt fascination to the tale Sam told him. He couldn't imagine doing something like that at the age of nine, but somehow it didn't surprise him. After all this was the same man who had saved his daughter from three vampires, taught her self defense, and avenged the death of Jessica's grandfather. Shaking his head, Nicholas looked at Sam and asked, "So what did your dad say after wards?"
Sam's lips twitched and he answered, "'I knew you could do it son'."
Nicholas was about to ask another question when the sound of ACDC's Back in Black blared to life from the cell phone. Sam grinned slightly remembering Jessica had programmed ring tones representing her, his dad, Dean, and her parents.
"Excuse me Mr. Moore," Sam grinned apologetically as he flipped open the phone, "Dean, what's up?"