A/N: Next chapter should have Peter and Jess going to Stars Hollow

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Dean walked into the Doose's Market because he figured he could get some lighter fluid since they were beginning to run out. He was looking at the shelves when he accidentally ran into someone.

"Hey, sorry, man…" he cut himself off when he looked at the face of the person he'd run into.

"Dude, what's with the change of clothes and the goofy apron?" He questioned after a second. He chuckled slightly.

"Uh, do I know you?" the guy who Dean was sure was Sam asked.

"Sam, it's me, you hit your head or somethin'?" Dean questioned, a look of slight concern in his eyes.

"Sam? My name's Dean." He said matter-a-factly.

"Dean? Wait, you're that Dean, the one people keep mistaking my brother for?" realization was written all over his face.

"I guess…Uh, I should be getting back to work." Dean F. said.

"Right, oh, you guys have lighter fluid?" Dean W. asked.

"Aisle five." Just then the sky turned dark and the wind started to blow.

"Normal weather 'round here?" Dean W. asked looking outside.

"Not really, lately it has been though." He said.

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Sam sat in the library trying to do some research on anything unusual about the place. He was sure there had to be, but it was more him being creeped out about having a look a like, than anything else. He brought a hand over his face as he looked at the screen and when he did he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw a girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hi, can I help you?" he asked her, not clear on why she'd put her hand on his shoulder.

"Dean Forrester, I never thought I'd see the day you willingly came here and what's with being all 'how can I help you?' Whatcha lookin' at?" she said. She spotted the page he'd been looking at.

"Ah, Dean. Yeah, I'm not him, sorry." He told her, a bit apologetically and at the same time not answering her last question. He didn't need her thinking he was some nut, stuff like that could spread fast in a small town.

"Not Dean?" she looked at him skeptically.

"No, my name's Sam Winchester." He held out his hand to her.

"Oh, sorry for the mix-up. Rory Gilmore." She shook his hand.

"So you're Rory. The diner guy, Luke had mentioned you when my brother and I first walked in, we then convinced him I wasn't Dean though." He told her.

"You really do look like my boyfriend, it's actually really weird."

"Yeah, I haven't seen him yet though. Been doin' a little research.."

"For what?"

"My brother and I are considering moving here, maybe settling down. Figured he'd get a job and I'd start back up in college, see if Harvard or Yale would accept me." He told her, the lie rolling off his tongue without a problem.

"Harvard or Yale?" she was obviously impressed.

"Yeah, I went to Stanford before, but took some time off after my girlfriend died." There was a sadness that quickly passed over his eyes as he said this.

"Wow, sorry about your girlfriend." She said sympathetically.

"Thanks. We were pretty close." He said.

"What was her name, if I can ask?"

"Jess." He said with a sad smile.

"Ok, that's weird, well, her name's not weird, just what her name is, if that makes any sense. My ex's name is Jess, he moved away, or rather, ran away." She said bitterly.

"Huh." Just then they heard the wind hitting the building rather hard.

"Seems a storms coming." Sam said off handedly, but when he looked at Rory's face he saw a look of fear and something in his gut told him this wasn't just any old storm.

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Peter and Jess sat on the couch watching a rerun of I Love Lucy, both enjoying the silence, neither feeling a need to fill the air with talk. It had surprised Peter when Jess had accepted his story about Nathan's abilities and the dreams he'd been having, but at the same time he was glad.

Peter had made sure that there was nothing seriously wrong with Jess's head and had told him that he was going to have to stay awake for several hours just so he was sure there was no concussion. There had been one suggestion of a hospital, but Jess had refused with a passion, saying that the doctors knew nothing. Peter had only chuckled at this. As they continued to sit there a knock came on the apartment door.

"I'll be right back." Peter said as he got up. Jess only nodded a response. He went to the door and was surprised to see his mother standing there.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" he asked, although he was sure he knew the reason.

"Can't a mother come visit her younger son without any strings attached?" she questioned, looking at him pointedly.

"Yeah, I guess. Come in." he said, stepping away from the door to let her in.

"Nathan mentioned you have a visitor who looks remarkably like you." She said as they walked towards the living room.

"That'd be me." A hand shot up the couch and it was obvious the hand belonged to the voice.

"Why are you really here, mom?" Peter questioned skeptically. He trusted most people, but as much as he hated to admit it, his mother was one of the few who he didn't trust to come over without a motive.

"Nathan was concerned, said you jumped today."

"I'd rather not talk about that mom."

"You know that you're older brother has worked hard to get to the spot he's at now." Peter knew what she was getting at; it was the same thing that had been thrown in with his brother's lecture.

"Mom, this is Jess Mariano." He said changing the topic as he introduced Jess, who only looked up at her.

"Is you're father Jimmy?" She asked him.

"Uh, yeah, if you could call him my father." There was a bitterness behind his words.

"Mom, what is it?" Peter asked.

"Oh gosh, I hoped that this would never come up. Peter, your father isn't your real father." She said with difficulty.

"What are you saying?" Peter questioned, giving her a look.

"That this boy is your half-brother."

"You and Jimmy? No offense, but isn't he a bit young for you?" Jess said, a bit disgusted.

"He was 20 and I was 35 and I believe that's non of your business." She told him.

"Whatever." He said, he got up to leave.

"Where are you goin', Jess?" Peter asked.

"Out, don't look for me." He said heading for the door.

"Jess, you hit your head, just stay here, alright. I'll take you to your uncle's tomorrow." He said.

"Ugh, right, I have to go there, thanks to you calling. Fine, whatever, any place I can go in this apartment to read?" he said, holding up a book.

"Wherever you find a place, just don't fall asleep."

"Yeah, yeah." He said, waving Peter off as he went to look for some place to be alone.

"So, Dad's not my dad?" Peter questioned once Jess was gone.

"No, he knew about the affair though, Nathan doesn't know."

"Oh." That explained to Peter why his father had always been so distant from him, it was more than his decision of career and his soft nature.

To Be Continued...