DISCLAIMER
Sequel to "Not The Girl I Knew". As stated in the previous chapters, I'm attempting to cast Gypsies in a positive light. Supernatural belongs to the WB. Kelly Moore is mine. This chap takes place during the pilot while Sam and Dean are hunting the woman in white.
6 MONTHS EARLIER
Jessica Moore walked down the halls of Stanford University. She was worried about Sam. He hadn't been getting any sleep for several days. He had tried to hide it from her, but she knew. After the third night of him waking up terrified, she had contacted the elder woman who had informed her that Sam was psychic. Sam, what are you seeing? Why won't you tell me? Jessica wondered. She had been sent to Stanford to keep an eye on Sam and to do anything she could to protect him. Falling in love with him hadn't been part of the plan, but it was certainly a bonus. The only thing that bothered her was that she couldn't ask him about his job. She had been given specific instructions not to speak of his family's business unless he brought it up first. Unfortunately, he never had. As Jessica approached the room she and Sam shared, she noticed that the door was ajar. Instantly alert, she changed her normal walk to a gait of stealth. The woman heard someone breathing and she had to fight back a shudder. There was something evil in that room. Silently, she walked in. The demon turned around. Jessica scoffed inwardly. Did this thing really think it could fool her with a human appearance?
"Where is he?" he asked.
"Who?" Jessica responded.
"The boy," the demon answered.
"It's a school. There's a lot of boys here," Jessica answered. Just play dumb. Don't give it any information, she silently coached herself.
"This one is special. He can see things," the creature responded.
"See things?" Jessica repeated. "I think you're off your medication, buddy," she continued, as she grabbed a weapon from a secret hiding place in her drawer. The demon growled and began to approach her.
"You try my patience, human," it stated. "Now...where is Sam Winchester?" came the question. Jessica lunged at it and slashed the thing across the face.
"You won't get him," she snarled. She was thrown back. Then, Jessica screamed as searing pain hit her stomach. She placed her hands on the wound and felt the stickiness.
"They'll find you. Maybe not soon, but someday. And when they do, you'll wish you had never been born," she stated. Suddenly, Jessica found herself flying towards the ceiling. I'm sorry Sam, was her last thought as darkness enveloped her.