Two Years Later:

John Winchester: Late 30's (36)

Dean Winchester: 23 years-old

Sam Winchester: 19 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 18 years-old

Puzzle Piece:

CHOICE'S AND DECISION'S

Jasmine was coming back for the soda machine down the walk; carrying three coke's and a diet Pepsi. They had just finished another hunt, this time a vampire or should she say vampires. They had found a whole nest full of them, at least eight of them. But it was easily taken care of with some arrows dipped in dead mans blood and a simple machete. But, it was actually harder than it sounded. Vampires were fast, and when their pissed their even faster. But they managed to get them all without severe injury.

As Jasmine neared their room she heard voices, raised voices. But she ignored them because she knew that they weren't coming from the Winchester room. But when she had stopped at the door, she knew she had been wrong. It was the Winchester's who were arguing - John and Sam were arguing to be more precise, Dean was silent. Going by the tone, Jasmine knew that this was a family thing. She may have been with the Winchester's constantly for five years now, but she wasn't family; by association but not by blood.

So instead of walking in, she sat on the hood of the car. Setting the coke's down on the pavement, she cracked open her Pepsi and waited. Though she could hear the argument as clear as if she were in the room with them.

John: "You're not going any where, Sam!"

Sam: "Yes, I am! I'm not a kid any more, Dad!"

John: "Yes, You are! You're my kid and you'll do as you're told!"

Sam: "If I'm your kid, than why have you never treated me that way?"

John: "I did treat you like a kid; you were just too selfish to see it!"

Sam: "Right! Like giving me a gun when I told you that I was afraid of the dark!"

John: "You should be; you know what's out there, Sam!"

Sam: "Yeah! I do! No thanks to you!"

John: "Would you rather be a helpless civilian?"

Sam: "As a matter of fact, I would! At least than this family might be the least bit happy!"

John: "And there's that selfishness again! If there weren't hunter's like use, do you know how many people would be dead right now?"

Sam: "I'm so sorry if I don't want to be miserable all of my life!"

John: "I told you, you're not going any where; that's an order!"

Sam: "See! You don't give your children orders; we're not your soldiers, Dad!"

John: "You'll do as I tell you!"

Sam: "Not any more, I don't! Legally I'm an adult, and I don't have to listen to you!"

John: "I'm your father and you do!"

Sam: "I've been accepted to Harvard and I'm going! I thought that I'd give you one more year to see if throwing away my life would be worth it, and let me tell you it wasn't in the least!"

There was some movement and shuffling as Jasmine assumed Sam was throwing clothes in his duffle bag. The door knob jiggle as some one griped it tightly and jasmine straightened, setting her open Pepsi on the walk with the others.

John: "You walk out that door, you don't ever come back!"

Sam didn't say anything; him opening the door was all that was needed. He step out from the room and slammed the door hard enough to shake the door frame as well as the windows glass a few rooms away. In his red hot anger he didn't see Jasmine and started off down that walk at an angry pace. Jasmine looked between the closed door and the retreating form of Sam Winchester. It took her a moment to decided and ran after Sam, who was heading towards the bus station down the a block over.

"Sam," she called.

Sam either didn't hear her or he did and kept walking.

"Sam!" she called louder and this time he stopped, his hands fisting.

He didn't turn around, didn't answer her, just stood in place as Jasmine caught up and ran to his front. She panted slightly as she looked up at him, his face drawn tight with anger.

"Sam," she said again and he sighed.

"What do you want, Jasmine?" he sighed out in frustration.

"I . . ." she trailed off, not knowing what to really say.

"Spit it out," Sam growled, his teeth clenched. "I know you heard!"

Jasmine opened her mouth than shut, her eyes filled with shame as she averted her gaze. "I'm sorry!" she blurted. "But was it really that bad?"

Sam laughed in utter surprise. "Was being raised from a baby in shady motel rooms, bad? Was having a father who was drunk the first three years of my life, bad? Was having a father who was present but didn't have enough time to raise himself, bad? Was having Dean raise me when he was only four years old, bad? Was being raised into a life that I despise, bad? Was always being my dad's last priority, bad?" he sighed once more and ran a hand through his shaggy locks.

"I had no idea . . ." she trailed off, stumped.

"Of course you had no idea; it never happened to you that way. You wanted to be a hunter and dad wanted more soldiers; you were perfect! He barely had time for me and then a little girl who can't go home and wants to become a hunter, comes along and now all he can do was glare at me."

"No wonder you hate me." Jasmine breathed out; starting to hate herself from what Sam had just said. And now that it was pointed out to her; she could totally see what he was talking about. She just never really saw it because she was always glued to Dean's side.

"I had Dean, of course." Sam was saying. "But then when you came into the picture that was gone too."

"You should really hit me," Jasmine told him.

"What?" was all Sam could think to say.

"I've ruined your life, Sam! God, I'd kick me in the balls right now." Jasmine exclaimed.

Sam sighed. "I don't hate you and I'd never hit - and its not just because you're girl." he told her.

"Why not? I'll punch myself, if you want." she told him matter of fact-ly.

"This was never your fault, Jasmine. I never wanted to hunt in the first place; I always wanted to become a lawyer, you see. And now that I've been accepted to Harvard I have that chance. Plus the fact that had the guts to stand up to dad." he paused for a second before he continued. "I have to go; it would really suck if I missed the bus."

Jasmine nodded, biting her lip as she looked at Sam. Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around Sam and gave him a hug. "I hope your dream comes true, Sam. I know you'd make a awesome lawyer." she told him before pulling away. She gave him a small smile. "Did you know that this was the most we'd ever talked in five year?"

"Yeah, weird." was all Sam could think to say; still not knowing what to feel about that hug. "I guess I'll go now," he said slowly, suddenly feeling awkward.

Jasmine stepped out of his way and Sam gave her a nod before he started once again to the bus station. Jasmine watched him go until he turned the corner and could see him no longer before she turned back towards the motel.

When she got back to the motel and in front of the door where the fight had bracken out; she saw that the drink she had set on the walk were gone. Either some one walked by and took them, or, Dean or John had come out and taken them. That was the moment that she noticed that the Impala was no longer in the space in front of what used to John and Sam's room, but was now just John's room. John or Dean must have taken the car, and jasmine knew that they were probably in a bar already.

Jasmine walked passed John's room and went to hers and Dean's that was next door. She knew that if John or Dean were still in that room that they probably wanted to be alone so she decided that she might as well not be in the way. Plus, the night was getting chilly and she was just wearing a t-shirt; so she quickly stuck her key in to lock. But as she turned the keys, the tumblers moved and the door locked. That must mean that Dean was already in there; she turned the key again and pushed the door open.

Jasmine didn't know what she expected to see; but this definitely wasn't it. Sam had been gone 20 minutes at the most; and here Dean was, with a girl in bed. Jasmine let out a silent squeak and quickly closed the door again - Dean was so intent on his task that he didn't even notice her. She ran down the walk and flew around the corner at the end of the long line of rooms. And leaned against the wall with her eyes closed.

She did not just witness was she thought she had just witnessed; there was no way she had just walked in on Dean having sex! She had been living with the guy for five years and not once had she seen him have sex, which was close to impossible because Dean, well Dean was one hot, juicy, hunk and every chick eyed him like a piece of meat. And on this day, the day that Sam walked away, she had to catch him having sex?

It sort of felt like she had just walked in on her parents having sex, yet she was turned on at the same time. Jasmine loved Dean not as a brother or as a lover or something, no; it was just unconditional love. But how could she not notice how hot he was? Jeez, she would have to be a moron not to. Jasmine bet that even straight guys thought he was hot, that how hot Dean Winchester was after all. But it was just so weird because she had never seen him in that type of situation. The "in the middle of having hot, naked, sweaty, hair, emotion sex" situation. Granted, Jasmine had only been in the room for about five seconds, but with her hunter eyes, she had seen every detail. And it was every detail that she couldn't seem to get out of her head.

They were on top of the bed covers. Dean was on the bottom and the girl was on top. But it was the bull riding kind of top, no, she was laying over his chest, her face buried in his neck. In that position it would seem that it would be that great; but you would think so if you heard the noise they were making. The way the girls face was tucked away, Jasmine could see Dean's face from the door way. His eyes were closed, his usually pale skin was filled with colour from exertion, his face was a mask of pure pleasure except for the sliver of something that Jasmine couldn't quite make out, his mouth was slightly a gap; his breaths coming in small puffs, mixed with moans and groans as he drew closer to his peak. And besides his face, Jasmine had glimpsed other things. Sure, she had seen his face before, as well as his chest, feet and legs. But what she had never seen was his thighs; smooth and built of muscle that bunched every time he he'd thrust. And, she was slightly embarrassed and turned on and freaked out by this. His balls and the base of his penis.

Jasmine wasn't sure if she'd ever get the image out of her head, or even if she really wanted to. She banged her head against the wall; wondering if this was worse or better than her walking in on him when he was master baiting. And then she recognized what that sliver of emotion had been; shame. Shame, because he never said a word during John and Sam whole fight, never once trying to stop Sam for leaving. But she knew Dean, and knew the reason why Dean hadn't spoken, even if he or Sam didn't. Dean knew for a fact that Sam hated hunting and love school, loved being around people; he was a social flower after all.