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Chapter 2

Sam lay naked on the carpet of their apartment, still amazed he had a permanent home and that Jess had agreed to live with him, him! He had never been happier than he was since meeting her, she…completed him, as corny as that sounded. With Jess he could just be himself, not Dad's soldier or Dean's little brother.

Jess sat opposite Sam, a bowl lying between them as she carefully measured and prepared the necessary ingredients for the potion. She glanced up and smiled at seeing Sam utterly enthralled by the process. She as glad he was so smart, it made teaching him easier when he had such a good memory. This potion was intended for him, not that she'd told him yet, but it wasn't something she would risk brewing while in the dorms. She had found something a little…off the day after their first bought of sex and magic merging. It was hidden and not affecting Sam, but she would not allow anyone else the chance of having him, not even whatever demon had attempted to mark him. It was not going to be fun for Sam, but the potion would help purge the tainted blood from him, a job it appeared his own magic had been attempting, but whatever wards Daddy Winchester had used had kept his magic too weak to truly do much. She placed the last ingredient in the bowl and whispered the words, both watching as the content shimmered and melted into together into a viscous black liquid. Jess picked up the bowl and held it out to Sam who opened his mouth, allowing her to pour it in.

Sam forced himself to swallow the potion, fighting not to gag, until it was all down. He lay his head down, watching her as she took a stick of charcoal and began drawing on his bare back, letting his eyes drift closed as he felt the magic building, making himself relax and not fight it even as his stomach cramped up. He groaned, pressing his forehead into the ruff carpet as muscles seized and his whole body began to jerk, out of his control.

Jess watched as Sam convulsed, moving away so she wasn't hurt. He ended up on his back, feet kicking into the carpet and she watched his eyes roll back, going almost demon black for a second before he began gagging and choking. She moved then, turning him onto his side and putting the empty bowl under his mouth as red tinged sludge oozed out as he continued gagging. It smelt foul and was very unpleasant to look at, but it had to come out.

After what felt like eternity to Sam the pain began to fade, and he lay still on the carpet, exhausted. A cool cloth was gently wiped over his face and then down his body and he closed his eyes, taking slow, deep breaths as she looked after him. He felt magic wrap around him and then he was floating up, body limp, until he felt a mattress beneath him.

"Sleep Sam, you'll be alright now," Jess murmured, and Sam surrendered to the darkness. She sat beside him for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of his tall, strong body before she got up to clean up.

When Sam woke he still ached a little, but he felt different, lighter, like a weight was gone and he guessed it was. No more demonic taint and he owed it all to Jess. He opened his eyes and stretched before getting up and going to shower before dressing in a pair of sweatpants and going to find Jess in the kitchen mixing dough for cookies. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leant in to kiss the top of her head. She tipped her head back for a real kiss and he happily obliged.

"How do you feel?"

"Lighter…free," he murmured, and she smiled, kissing him again.

"Good, now let me finish these, don't you still have that paper?" she asked, and Sam nodded, going to work on it since it was due on Monday. In the kitchen Jess smiled and watched him go, wondering if he even realised that he very rarely argued against something she told him anymore.

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Jess grinned as Sam's magic flared, forming into the shape of the spell and the crystal on the table began to glow.

Sam blinked and then grinned, looking utterly adorable. "I did it!"

"Of course, you did," she purred, kissing him in reward. "You have so much potential Sam, you should have been trained as a child."

Sam frowned slightly at that, "but I only want to learn from you."

That made her smile. "Then you will," she promised. "You are the best student anyone could ask for."

Sam blushed slightly at the praise, he enjoyed making her happy, it made him feel good.

"And so adorable," she teased lightly before kissing him again, feeling him relax, letting her control the kiss.

"I love you," Sam murmured against her lips.

"I love you Sam," she responded, lying easily. She lusted after him, who wouldn't? his body was that of a god! And he was an excellent lover. He was willing to please, seeking praise and that wasn't just her magic gaining dominance over his, no, this was a deeper need, perhaps coming from a lack of praise as a child. She would happily use it though, to get what she wanted. He had a very firm set of morals which was annoying, those would take more work to wear down and it was slow going. Anything that challenged those morals would cause Sam to baulk, make him think and fight against her spells on him. She was very much looking forward to the day her power over him was complete and he became a devoted, obedient servant.

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Sam sat in class, taking notes on a set of laws dealing with divorce, struggling to keep his attention on the class. He wished he shared classes with Jess, but she wasn't studying law, she was a writing student, although she didn't take it seriously, she wasn't on a scholarship after all. He was, he had to do well to keep it…but he was losing interest in university. Looking at the page he frowned slightly, why was he even doing this? Why did he want to be a lawyer? He…he couldn't remember. There had to be a strong reason to pick such a hard course…Sam took a shaky breath, hands gripping his desk…why couldn't he remember? He stumbled to his feet and left the classroom, his seat up the back near the door so no one noticed as he staggered out of the building and into the cold of winter. He collapsed on the grass, hands on his temples. What was wrong with him?

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Sitting in class Jess frowned as Sam's magic surged wildly in distress from across campus. She left the room, not caring about the lecture, running for where Sam should be only to see him lying on the grass. "Sam!" she dropped to her knees beside him and took his hands, pulling them away. "Sam? What's wrong?" she asked softly and hazel eyes blinked open.

"Jess? I… I can't remember…I can't…"

"Shhh, calm down love, breath, look at me," she soothed even as activated a spell in her ring, the soothing energy running through him and Sam's body relaxed on the grass. She moved to pillow his head in her lap, gently running her hands through his lengthening hair.

"I can't remember why I wanted to be a lawyer. I should know that, but I don't," he answered, feeling calm, almost lethargic now.

"It's alright Sam, it's nothing to worry about," she leant over to gently kiss him. "Let's go home," she gently nudged him to his feet and Sam stumbled as he tried to get his bag, so she took both and then gently clasped hands with him, leading him home. She had expected something like this, binding him to her meant that some things needed to be forgotten, odd that why he had chosen law was part of that.

As soon as they were safely home she tenderly stripped him before guiding him to bed and Sam went docilely, lying on his back, eyes locked on her as she stripped, crawling across the bed to him. She began kissing him, hands gently caressing his body and he reacted instantly, magic surging through his body as he moaned in pleasure at her touch. Her magic responded to his, wrapping around it and Sam's gradually submitted to hers. As she took him into her body she changed from caressing his body with her hands to drawing out runes and spells as Sam writhed beneath her, inarticulate noises of pleasure pouring from him, hazel eyes glassy as the spells sank into his own magic, shaping it to her whim, altering thought patterns and beliefs. Sam was helpless to fight against her, she had made sure not to teach him anything that might enable him to break free of her. "Do you love me Sam?" she breathed against his throat and Sam whined, baring it to her. "Tell me," she urged.

"L..love!" he gasped out as she quickened her pace.

She gently nipped at his throat and his hands gripped the sheet. "You can touch me Sam, such a good boy to wait for permission," she praised, and his hands moved to gently hold her hips, eyes wide and unseeing anything of the physical world, all he saw was the beauty of their magic twining together, moving around them.

Three hours later Sam was unconscious in their bed and she rested on an elbow, watching him lie there. Maybe it was time to leave Stanford behind? To take Sam home where his teaching could be intensified. Did he really need a degree if he would spend eternity serving her? She'd been watching carefully but there had been no sign of his family checking in on him. She ran her free hand through his hair, loving the feel of it now that it had some nice length to it. He hadn't cut it since shortly after they truly began dating and it was now almost to his shoulders, there were spells that needed hair and it helped to have it a bit longer. His desire to be a lawyer…it was very interesting that he couldn't remember why, obviously it was tied in to what his family had taught him about hunting, killing creatures and protecting humans. Did Sam even realise he never spoke or even thought of them anymore? She doubted he would fully forget them, there was too much tied up with those memories, but he would never so much as think of contacting them.

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"Are you enjoying your studies Sam?" Jess asked over dinner the next night and Sam frowned.

Did he? He thought…he had once? "I…" Sam licked his lips. "No," he admitted softly, would that upset her?

Jess reached out and gently covered his hand with hers. "That's okay Sam. Maybe we should take a break from study, take a year or two off to consider things. We could go to my home in the Rockies where no one would bother us. Would you like that?"

Sam shivered at the thought of being totally alone together, no classes or people… "Yes, please," he murmured, and Jess smiled in triumph. The Sam she had first met would never want to give up on his classes, on his scholarship and now he was looking forward to it.

"Then at the end of the year we'll go, you just have to hold on until then, can you do that for me?" She asked, stroking his cheek and Sam leant into her touch, eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes…" he breathed, eyes opening to stare at her in utter devotion and love. She smiled again at seeing that, he was almost ready.

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Sam sat in class, diligently taking notes, he wanted to make Jess proud of him. He only had to wait a few months and then they were leaving. There was no thought of why he had ever wanted to be a lawyer, of how hard he'd worked to get here. He didn't care, he loved Jess and just wanted to be with her.

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Sam looked over his LSAT results and couldn't really care less what they said.

Jess leaned over to look and smiled, kissing him gently. "Good work Sam, I'm so proud," she praised, feeling him shiver in pleasure at the praise. She was proud, scoring 174 was an astonishing score, especially considering his apathy towards study now. "I think you deserve a reward."

Sam looked at her, happy she was proud of him. "Please," he whispered huskily, and she laughed, sliding into his lap.

"I have a new spell for you to learn." She kissed him for a bit before pulling him up and over to where they practiced magic. This spell was important for him to learn, it was necessary for the eventual immortality magic that would allow them to live forever, young and healthy. Sam watched, memorising everything she did, not even hesitating when she cut into his hand for blood. She whispered the words of the spell and they watched as the goblet glowed from within. Jessica picked it up and drank before passing it to Sam who followed her lead…despite his blood being in it.

He put the empty goblet down and looked at Jess, seeing the purple glow of magic in her eyes, her flushed skin and he reached for her, not knowing his own eyes had turned to gold with magic, his own skin flushed as the potion spread though him. She pulled him close, kissing hungrily, magic burning in their veins. They scrambled drunkenly to bed, stripping hastily before falling onto the mattress together. There was no thought, just a need to sate the fire within and for the first time in years Sam was more than a passive participant as he pinned her down, kissing her ravenously as his hands roamed her body. They were driven by pure animalistic instinct as Jess writhed beneath him, offering her body, nails raking down his back as he thrust inside her. their bodies glowed with sweat and form within with magic as they coupled wildly, eyes still glowing until they both passed out, lying entangled as the magic continued its work, strengthening their bodies, removing weaknesses, slowing the aging process though not yet granting immortality.

Hours later a sound and a tremor in the wards forced Sam awake and he stumbled out of bed, limbs shaking still from earlier. He barely remembered to pull pants on before leaving the bedroom, seeing the shadow of a man moving in the apartment jerked him more fully aware and he snarled silently, no one would threaten Jess. Sam lunged forward and grabbed the man at the shoulder. The man knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked, for some reason not even considering using a spell to disable him. The man grabbed Sam's arm, swinging him around, and shoved him back. Sam kicked and was blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the man hadn't seen Sam's face before, he saw it now; Sam got his first glimpse of the man and felt no recognition. The man elbowed Sam in the face; Sam kicked at his head. The man ducked and swung, and Sam blocked. The man knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger."

Sam breathed hard, the voice tugging at something…he stared into green eyes… "Dean?" Dean laughed in response, "You scared the crap out of me!" he complained, neither noticing Jess in the hallway, a spell on her lips, sinking into Sam's mind without resistance, creating the Sam that would be expected.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice," Dean smirked, and Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean was now the one on the floor. "Or not. Get off of me."

Sam rolls to his feet and pulled Dean up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer," Dean shrugged, on edge, something felt…off. He looked at his baby brother, dressed only in sweatpants, no shirt, chest littered with…love bites. Go Sammy.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam repeated the question as Jess directed.

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?" Sam offered, he didn't want Dean here, did he?

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?"

Sensing the conflict in Sam, Jess turned the lights on, she'd put on very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. "Sam?"

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison and Sam's eyes instantly focused on her, the confusion melting away. "Jess," he breathed before introducing them. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Dean looked at her appreciatively and Jess toyed with the idea of how much fun brothers could be together. "Wait, your brother Dean?" she asked as if she didn't know, smiling.

Dean grinned at her and moved closer. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league," he smirked, and jess smiled shyly even as she activated one of the defence spells, seeing the uneasiness in his eyes, but within seconds that faded as the 'trust me' spell activated.

"Just let me put something on," she turned to go.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously," Dean grinned, not taking his eyes off her as he went over to Sam who was watching, feeling the spell activate. The thought of Dean and Jess, or the three of them…it was a good thing his pants were lose. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No," Sam denied instantly, going over to Jess to hold her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"it's okay Dean, Sam and I have no secrets from each other," she promised with a smile that had Dean shifting uncomfortably.

"O…kay," Dean agreed…of course she could be trusted. "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam frowned in confusion and Jess stroked his arm gently, hunting? Dad hunted? The spell shifted, and Sam blinked. "You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you."

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him," Dean argued, not thinking it was wrong to talk in front of her like this.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?"

"I'm not," Sam stated firmly.

"Why not?"

"I swore I was done hunting. For good," the words came naturally even if they weren't the real answer.

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah? When I told Dad, I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."

"Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So, we kill everything we can find."

"We save a lot of people doing it, too," Dean snapped, what they did was needed, the right thing to do.

Jess stayed quiet, using the spell to put the expected words in Sam's mouth from where they were buried deep in his mind where he had no access anymore.

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us? The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."

"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No. Not normal. Safe," Sam answered and that was all her Sam, he was safe with Jess.

"And that's why you ran away," Dean growled, looking away in pain.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." There was silence and Dean looked back. "I can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can." Sam answered, and Jess thought it over, but maybe he shouldn't. Maybe Sam should go…ensure Dad stayed gone, permanently.

Dean looked down and Jess felt a surge of desire for him, powerless as he was. "Yeah, well, I don't want to," Dean admitted something he usually wouldn't thanks to the magic in the air.

"You should go with him Sam, what if your Dad's hurt? Then you can come home to me." She stressed the word home, they would leave immediately once he was back, she would not risk another issue like this…but they would bring Dean with them, he would make a good servant once tamed. Without a drop of magic in him he would be easy to subvert.

"Jess…"

"Excuse us Dean, grab a beer or some food," she offered before leading Sam to their bedroom and as they walked the fake Sam slipped away until it was all her Sam with her.

"Jess…" he breathed, leaning against her, inhaling her scent.

"Go with Dean, Sam. Be who and what he expects," she murmured, eyes glowing again as Sam's eyes became a little glassy. "If you find John, kill him in a way that cannot be traced back to you and then come back and bring Dean with you. I know you desire him, he will be ours," she promised as the power faded. "Do you understand?" she cupped his cheek and Sam leant into her touch.

"Yes…" Sam breathed, nuzzling her palm. He would do anything she asked, he loved her so much. Jess smiled at that, no hesitation over killing his own Father or claiming his brother, he was her creature now.

"Better pack my love," she kissed him and then went to make sure Dean wasn't getting into mischief, but he was sitting and drinking a beer. Once Sam was packed the brothers left and Jess went back to bed.

TBC…