Telling Jess

Jessica hadn't been dating Sam Winchester for long, but she had seen the few pictures he had of his family. Seeing the two men she had seen in his pictures fighting the monsters on tv had come as quite a shock. There was no way those two men could be anyone other than her new boyfriend's father and older brother. If he was in class he had to be watching this. Professor Johnson would never miss showing any kind of riot, much less one that was taking place so close to where they were.

She hurried into the lecture hall and came to a stunned halt. Sam was sitting dead center in the front row and was apparently giving a lecture on just how to kill the monsters on the news broadcast. "Decapitation won't work on that one; the only way to kill it is to put a silver blade through its heart."

"So why don't they just run it through then? Why all the dancing around? I mean the blue chick is hot, I guess but all she's doing is ripping the thing's arms off." Kelly was the one asking the questions. He was a mutual friend of theirs. Jessica snuck in and sat down next to Sam, shooing Jim out of the chair. He willingly gave up his seat for her but chose to park himself on the floor in front of them next to Greg rather than give up a prime viewing spot.

"That's because its heart isn't in the same place a human's is. The heart is located behind all of those arms. Anyway, my Dad is your classic grieving widower. He's not into any female but my mom and Dean's had enough bad experiences with non-human girls to know better than to make a play for that one." Sam pointed at the small, pretty and human looking girl, well if you ignored the fact that she was blue. "He used to give me hell about making sure my dates were human."

"And were they?" Jessica asked.

Sam started, while he'd known that someone had sat down next to him, he hadn't known it was his girlfriend. "Jess! Aren't you supposed to be over in English 101 right now?"

"The news is all over campus and I've seen the pictures you have of those two remember?" she asked, pointing to Dean and John who were ducking and weaving to avoid the multiple arms of the three demons in front of them while the little blue lady ripped off any arm that got close to her. "I came right over. Now answer the question. Were any of your previous girlfriends non-human?"

Sam blushed, "Yeah, which is why Dean always gave me such a hard time. But then he shouldn't throw stones, his first girlfriend was a ghost."

"Did that happen a lot?"

"Honestly, no it didn't. Most of the non-human girls we've run into were more of the kill now type than the hang around long enough to qualify as a girl friend type. That's the reason Dean fell for the ghost. She didn't want to kill anyone so Dean didn't realize she was a ghost until after he'd gotten to know her. I only found out by accident. They were talking in the library she haunted and I ran over to Dean, tripped and fell right through her. She was so embarrassed. I could see the blush as she faded out. We waited for more than an hour, but nothing happened. If she'd been a vengeful spirit, something would have happened by then." Sam paused, "In a way I guess you could say it was inevitable. Hunting ghosts is kind of our family's specialty, although if something is killing people Dad and Dean will go after it, no problem. We had to run into a ghost that wasn't killing people sooner or later and the way our luck runs, one of us would have fallen for her."

"So who and what was she?" Jessica teased. While she wasn't sure she wanted to know, she did want to know about Sam's past. He rarely talked about his family or growing up. Now that she knew Sam's family hunted ghosts and other things, she understood why he didn't talk about it. He had told her once that his father was an ex-marine and had raised him and his brother like soldiers after his mother had died. 'Soldiers preparing for war,' she added to the memory silently, 'if what I heard when I came in was any indication.'

Sam blushed. He really didn't want to talk about it. It was bad enough that Dean still teased him about Erica. "Her name was Erica and she was one of those." He pointed at the large screen. Those who had taken their eyes off of the screen when Sam had admitted to dating a non-human hurriedly turned back to try and see what he was pointing at. "They are Night-Mares. They are shape-shifters who sit on people's chests and steal their life's breath. They are a cousin to the Stregas."

The image on the screen showed three old women flying down from above and making passes at Dean while he was holding off some kind of lizard creature. They had the faces of horses and where their hands should have been were hooves. When John finished off the lizard in front of him, he dropped his machete and grabbed the shotgun hanging from his belt in one smooth motion. He fired it at the Night-Mares, hitting the one in front square in the chest.

The screech the Night-Mare made distracted the lizard creature in front of Dean long enough for him to kill it. He then turned, and in a copied move that made it obvious that he was John's son and student, shot the second Night-Mare. John got the last one and they immediately checked the street but aside from the blue girl, there were no more demons.

They looked at her, then each other. With a mutual shrug they turned to her only to find that she had disappeared. "Was it something I said?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Even Demon females don't like to be asked their age Dean," John said with a shake of his head.