DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I got information on the Black Dog legend from the Supernatural Gate site. This mixes some elements of the Pilot and Provenance (mainly Dean's attitude towards Jess---pushing Sam towards her).

STANFORD UNIVERSITY

PRESENT DAY

Twenty-two-year old Sam Winchester sipped his beer and watched as his friends mingled together. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes and gave his shaggy blond hair a shake.

"Sam! Sam, hey!" his girlfriend, twenty-two-year old Jessica Moore cried. She had blond hair and brown eyes and was wearing a nurse's uniform, despite the fact that her boyfriend hadn't dressed up.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I can't believe you're not into this," Jessica said.

"Jess, we've gone over this," Sam reminded her, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. It was the same thing for the last two years. He and Jess would get into a big fight over his dislike of Halloween. But he couldn't very well tell his girlfriend that he hated the holiday because it was the one day of the year that made it more difficult to distinguish between humans and actual creatures. Jessica grabbed the collar of Sam's light blue jean jacket.

"Come on, Sam. I see Fred by the bar," she said.

"Okay, okay," he agreed. With a laugh, he allowed his girlfriend to pull him towards a table, where Fred Wyman, one of their closest friends was sitting. Jessica and Fred ordered shots while Sam stuck to his beer.

"Here's to Sam and his amazing LSAT victory," Jessica announced. She and Fred drank their shots, while Sam took a swig of his beer, being careful to not let his right jacket sleeve ride up.

"Okay, okay. Let's not go overboard," Sam said.

"Oh, so modest. Come on. You got a 174," Jessica reminded him.

"Is that good?" Fred asked.

"Scary good," Jessica confirmed.

"So, what's it like being the golden boy of the family?" Fred wondered. Sam blew out a breath.

"I...don't know. I tried their cells and all I got was their voice messages," he answered. And that worried him. It was one of Mom and Dad's main rules that you maintained contact at all times.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they're fine," Fred said. "So...have you picked where you gonna go?" he asked.

"Oh, um...I probably won't take the scholarship," Sam answered. The semester was almost through and then he'd leave and rejoin his family on hunts.

"What?" Jessica asked in disbelief. "Sam, wha---"

"Look, I didn't want to be here in the first place, but I made a deal with my mom," Sam responded. He had hated the idea of going away to college, but he had gotten an order, and he never disobyed one of Mom and Dad's orders.

"Oh, come on, man. You can go anywhere," Fred protested.

"Look, I'm not takin' the stupid scholarship, and that's that!" Sam shouted, jumping up. Man, how stupid were these guys? He ran off.

"Sam!" Jessica exclaimed, chasing after him. "Sam," she said, catching up with him.

"Man, I knew this was a bad idea," Sam stated.

"Come on. Come on, baby. Let's just go home," Jessica soothed. Sam just looked away. "Come on. Let's go home. I've got some cookie-scented candles that we could light, and---well---" she trailed off suggestively.

"What would I do without you?" Sam asked.

"Mmmm. Crash and burn," Jessica answered. He kissed her. As they kissed, time faded away and everyone else disappeared. Meanwhile, a black 1967 Chevy Impala had just pulled up to the campus parking lot. A man with military cropped dark hair stepped out of the car and headed for the building's entrance. Unnoticed by anyone, the man slipped through the door and began scanning the crowd. Seeing a tall, lanky man engaged in a deep lip-lock with a girl, he smirked.

"That's my boy," he approved. He made his way through the crowd until he was right behind him. Then, he cleared his throat. The boy jumped.

"Whoa. Easy, Tiger," Dean said.

"Dean?" Sam asked. His older brother laughed.

"Dean, what is it? What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"You look good. Not so burned out," Dean stated, ignoring the question. He had been pretty worried about his younger brother until Mom had ordered him to take a couple years off from hunting.

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asked.

"Sam, who is this?" Jessica wondered.

"I was about to ask the same thing, Sammy," Dean stated with interest.

"Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica," Sam introduced the two.

"Wait a minute. Your brother Dean?" Jessica asked in recognition.

"Dang. Gotta say, Sammy. Picked a good one, little brother," Dean approved suggestively.

"Bite me," Sam responded. Then, "Dean, what's going on?"

"Family business, Sammy," Dean answered. Sam froze.

"Jess, excuse us," he requested. He and his brother walked off. "What's goin' on? Where's Mom and Dad?" he questioned worriedly.

"I don't know," Dean answered.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Sam snapped. How could Dean not know? He had been goin' out hunts with them, so he'd have to check in.

"I just keep gettin' their cells. I'm worried, Sammy," Dean said.

"When was the last time you heard from them?" Sam queried.

"Three days ago," Dean answered.

"And you waited until now to come and get me?" Sam demanded. Was his brother crazy? Why had he waited so long?

"They've disappeared before. I just figured it was one of those times," Dean defended.

"Not without keeping in touch. You know that's their number two rule," Sam pointed out.

"You're right. That's why I came and got you," Dean responded.

"What were they hunting?" Sam queried.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dean checked. "I mean, you've got the apple pie life and---"

"Dean, what were they hunting?" Sam interrupted as they stopped by the Impala.

"They were lookin' into some mysterious deaths on a highway in Jericho," Dean replied.

"Woman in white?" Sam queried.

"No. Women have gone missing too," Dean questioned.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. But---I---I need your help, little brother," Dean admitted.

"Okay. Let me pack my stuff and grab my bike, and we can book," Sam answered.

"It's only for the weekend, Sammy. You don't have to---" Dean began.

"Are you kidding? I can't wait to get back into hunting," Sam responded. And it was true too. He had been so bored these past two years. Hunting would perk him right up.

"All right. I'll wait," Dean accepted. Sam went up to his room and immediately began packing.

"Wait a minute. You're just taking off?" Jessica questioned as Sam secretly put a weapon in his duffel.

"Yep," Sam answered.

"But why?" Jessica wondered.

"My parents are missing. We gotta find 'em," Sam replied.

"But you have an interview on Monday," Jessica reminded him.

"Jess, I told you I'm not going," Sam responded.

"So, you're just taking everything with you and blowing off everything you've done for the last two years?" Jessica asked him. Sam blew out a breath.

"Jess, I know you're confused and disappointed in me, and I apologize. But I never wanted to be here. I only applied to Stanford because my parents ordered me to," he told her. When he had everything he owned in the duffel, he grabbed the keys to his red 1985 Honda 250 and went outside, Jessica at his heels.

"Wait! Sam!" she cried.

"What?" he snapped.

"Let me come with you," she said. He stared at his girlfriend. Was she serious? She wanted to go on a hunting trip?

"No, Jess. What I'm doing, it's really dangerous," he protested.

"Sammy! We goin' or what?" his brother demanded.

"Yeah. I'm comin'," he assured.

"So am I," Jessica announced. Sam and Dean turned to stare at her.

"Are you kidding me? I said 'no'," Sam stated.

"Sam, I may be your girlfriend, but you can't order me around," Jessica told him.

"Sammy, we don't have time for this. If she wants to tag along, give her a helmet, and let's book," Dean ordered. With a frustrated sigh, Sam grabbed a black and purple helmet from the glove box and handed it to his girlfriend, who triumphantly fastened the helmet to her head. Then, he grabbed his black helmet and strapped it on. Then, Sam kickstarted the bike and took off after Dean going faster than he had ever driven before.