(A/N: There are things different in this one. Its not straight up the same like the previous. ;D Last official post of the day. From here on. Weekly updates.)

Unforeseen Future

Chapter Three: Room for One more

"No." Sam stated firmly. "He whirled around on his brother and threw him one of his iconic bitch faces. "I don't know why Dean even brought it up, but no. I'm not inviting you to Thanksgiving. If you want, we can have our own here."

Jess pulled a far superior bitch face to compete. "And why is that, Sam." She stamped her foot down. "Are you embarrassed by me? Do you NOT want me to meet your family?"

"They aren't family. They are just good friends of Bobby's."

Sam had been dating Jess now for a year. It had been pretty great. The only thing was she kept pressing the matter of his past. She seemed to understand he kept certain facts a secret, and kept coyly bringing up his history. Sam knew what she was trying at and would only anger her when he started to dance around the topic. Sam knew it stemmed from concern. She didn't want him to be afraid to admit things to him, but this was one thing he couldn't openly admit.

Dean had come by to visit, and with Thanksgiving a few days away he had brought up Bobby's annual celebration. Every year at Thanksgiving Bobby would host a meal at his place. He invited any hunter who was in the area and usually they would show. Good comforting home cooked meals were hard to come by in that business and they didn't turn it down. Only problem was Jessica had heard and asked if she could join. Her parents were going to visit her older sister and she'd be alone that Thanksgiving.

"Sam, anyone invited over to Thanksgiving is as good as family. And besides your father, and your uncle will be there. I would love to meet them." Jessica smiled and slid her hand into Sam's. "Didn't you say it was about time that I met the rest of your family?"

"Yes but-" She would hear about all the horror stories about the previous hunts. That's all Thanksgiving was anyways, just a perverse show of muscle. One hunter boasting about his hunt to another hunter. She'd get frightened and run. "All they do is talk about hunting game. That's what Bobby's friends do. They hunt everything. I would enjoy it myself if we could just have a quiet Thanksgiving to ourselves. I'd even make the turkey."

Jess didn't let it go. "My dad hunts, and I've seen enough deer heads pinned to the walls in lodges and his friend's homes. I can handle a few stories about hunting."

Sam sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead. "It's not the same."

"How is it not the same?" Her eyebrow curved upward. "Please tell me."

Sam looked to Dean for help but Dean shrugged. A while ago he'd insisted that Sam give Jessica the talk. The monsters-are-real talk. Sam had violently disagreed. But Dean had held strong. You couldn't be in a relationship based on lies. And Jess was a great girl, but if she couldn't handle that knowledge or didn't stick around afterwards, then she probably didn't need to be in his life.

"Jessica, it's- please don't-" He rubbed at his face.

"It's got to do with your past." Jess scowled. "I know your dad didn't sell things. Every time I ask you change the story. He sold vacuum cleaners. He sold insurance. You cannot get that story correct. I love you, Sam. Unless your dad is a serial killer with a pile of bodies following him, I don't care."

Sam looked to Dean and Dean raised his hands in surrender. This wasn't his battle. This was Sam's.

"You don't want to know, Jessica." Sam insisted. "Really you don't. I want to tell you but, you would think I was insane."

"Look, Winchester." Jessica pressed her finger into his chest. "I love you. Whatever you'd say I wouldn't think it was crazy."

Sam ran a hand through his hair. He didn't want to. This would test everything. He didn't know what to expect when he would enter the crazy discussion of the supernatural with his girlfriend. Between Dean and his girlfriend, he really didn't have a choice. Either he lost his girlfriend because she felt he didn't trust her, or he'd lose her because she thought he was crazy. He wasn't sure which one was worse. "Dean, can you…"

Dean stood up from the desk chair and smirked at his brother. "Call me if you need backup."

Sam shifted on the bed and turned his body to face his girlfriend. He didn't start until Dean had closed the door and left. "I do love you, Jessica." He rubbed her knuckles softly. "And your right, I've been lying a lot about my past. My dad didn't sell things, but we did move around a lot. If I tell you this, you have to hear me out. To the end. You can decide what you want to do in the end."

Jess nodded. She was getting a little worried. Sam was getting a little dramatic.

"My mother died when I was 6 months old. My dad heard her scream. He ran up the stairs to my crib, but by the time he'd gotten there she wasn't there. He looked up and she was pinned to the ceiling." Sam didn't miss the look of horror on his girlfriend's face. "Then fire shot out from around her body. We barely got out of the house. From there my dad learned that humans weren't alone in this world. That things that went bump in the night weren't just stories."

"Thing that go bump? You mean like- like monsters?" Sam was right. It was starting to sound a little crazy.

Sam sighed and shifted. "Yes. Ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and demons. Crazy as it sounds, are all very real. You know that death that can't be explained. Some guy in the middle of the city mauled by wild animals and left in an alley, missing a heart. Werewolf. Or woman found in an alley devoid of blood, and her neck ripped into." Sam paused. "Vampire. My dad travels from town to town and hunts down those creatures that would otherwise come after someone else. Dean does it too. When he's not under a car or woman, he's usually hunting."

"Have you- have you hunted?" She asked a little too slowly. "Have you seen these things?"

"Yes. I've gone on two hunts, but I decided a long time ago that's not what I wanted." Sam sighed and wrapped his fingers around hers. "That's another discussion though."

To be fair Jessica hadn't run away yet. She hadn't called him crazy or thrown something at him and ran off. He hadn't expected something like this to go over so well. "Why isn't this a well-known thing? I mean monsters running around killing people, you would think that would make front page news."

Sam shrugged. "People don't want to see it. They want to live in ignorance, or they just try to find normal reasons that make sense. And it does make front page news, it just so happens that the newspapers that usually get it right-"

"Are made fun of." Jessica said softly. "You mean like those my-wife-gave-birth-to-an-alien newspapers?"

"Yeah, although, most of those stories are crazy. You have to shift through a few of them and read in-between the lines to find a case."

"So after your mom died, your dad dragged you and your brother around to hunt monsters. You're not just fooling with me, are you Winchester?"

"Look I want to keep you around, last thing I'd want to do is give you some crazy story to chase you away." Sam rubbed at the back of his head and looked down awkwardly. "And it is quite a crazy story, if you were to run. I wouldn't-"

Jessica shot a hand out and palmed his cheek. "Hey, I'm not running. I'm just a little confused, and angry." Sam got a confused expression himself. "I want you to trust me. I want to know that you feel like you can talk to me. I'm happy you've told me now but we've been dancing around this for a long time now. And I know it sounds a little out there, but I know you and it took a lot for you to tell me anything."

"You believe me?" Sam sounded shocked. He didn't think she'd still be there.

"I trust you. I cannot stand here and for sure say that everything your saying is a load of crazy. Hell, I don't want to know about this other world. It seems much safer to assume that everything is- well normal. But, I get it. I can see where some stories could have something more behind it. In fact, there's just too much in this world that isn't defined." Jessica's fingers brushed away Sam's bangs. She ignored the stress sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

Sam frowned. "How are you so okay with this?"

Jessica grinned wide. "Because I love you. And because you have awesome hair." She ran her hands through his soft hair and started to play with the tips of his ears. "And because we have really awesome study sessions."

Sam matched her grin. "Ms. Moore. I'm a gentleman."

There was a bang on the door. "Don't start this now." Dean's muffled voice came through the wood. "I'm starving and we were going to go out and eat."

Sam moved around Jess to call to his brother but she caught his mouth with her own and once she let him go he was breathless. Sam was unable to respond so Jessica did for him. "Why don't you go pick us up something Dean. Something about an hour or two away?"

From the other side of the door Dean could hear the sounds getting more intense inside. So, the discussion had gone well, it would have seemed. And for once in his life, he was the third wheel. Usually it was Sam standing awkwardly trying to find things to occupy himself while Dean was with a girl.

"Seriously." He gave one last look at the door before he threw up his hands and walked away keys in hand.

--

Dean hadn't seen his brother this happy before. He'd had girlfriends in the past, but with Jessica, he was just so content with her. They would hold hands, and steal kisses. The best part was she knew, and she wasn't running. That lit a bit of hope up in Dean. His life didn't leave a lot of room for monogamy. He needed to be there for his father during hunts, for his brother during his life, for Sonny at the shop. He was there for everyone, but himself. But maybe it was time. He could open himself up to the opportunity. He had a serious girlfriend once, one he almost left home for. Maybe he could have someone in his life he cared about.

He failed immediately. One girl after another, in another town, another motel- it was a habit hard kicked. Got to a bar, drink, wait for someone to approach him (unless she was that worth it), and propose they go back to his place. After all, if she's approaching him- in a bar, what are the chances that she's looking to have six kids and a mortgage with him?

Each girl though he watched leave his bed and shimmy back on her lacey underwear he thought back to Sam and Jess. Sam's eyes as he introduced his girlfriend to everyone at Thanksgiving. The way they looked at each other and didn't say anything. Just that love-sick puppy dog eye shit. God sometimes the chick flick part of him wanted that. But he would let her go. Thoughts of- She wasn't the right one, and actual literal demons in his brother's life prevented him from stopping her and inviting her to cuddle. She'd leave his motel, he'd pack up after the hunt to go home for another few days in the shop. Like Sam joked. He's not under a girl- he was under a car.

He was working the same tricks in Ohio. After a night of research, he opted for a night at a bar rather than sleep; and he was thankful too. That woman sitting at the bar was well worth the lack of sleep. No, she wasn't the one in the slinky black dress. Not the one giving him the direct sex eyes. She wasn't in the group of giggling girls who'd accidentally tripped and had to rub their hands along his muscled back to get back up. She was the one- alone at the bar, giving off distinct piss off vibes. She wore skinny jeans and a 2 size too large hoodie boasting Ohio State. College student. Stressed out one at that- as she sank a second shot into her beer and took a long sip.

Forget hustling. His pockets were full enough and she looked like she needed a long therapy session from Dean Winchester.

"Get you a drink?" He offered smoothly as he took a stool next to her.

She threw him an irritated glance. Ran her hands through her dark hair before considering her options. Very clearly, she didn't want to play the game, but she was going to take the offer- maybe turn him down hard once he'd shelled out enough cash. Ohh, she'd be a fun one tonight. Fiery and maybe a touch rough.

"So long as you don't expect anything."

"Just a drink." Dean shrugged. "What harm can come from that?"

She rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar. "I'll have another of this- on him." She took another long drink. "And for your information, a lot of harm can come from a strange man at a bar. I've heard too many stories."

"You listen to too much news." Dean gripped the neck of his beer and his nail started to pick at the label.

"Not THE news, newspapers. And how am I supposed to become a journalist, if I don't read those?" She eyed Dean carefully, but looked back when the bartender had set down a shot and a glass of beer. "I've written a few horror stories myself. Girl at a bar, sleezy guy- you can fill in the blanks."

"You're obviously not that worried. You're still talking to me. Besides maybe I might make an interesting article for your school paper. What is Ohio State's Paper called anyways? Bet it's something lame." She may be acting disinterested but she had already looked him down once. She was doing it again, midway considering the pros and cons of a quickie with him when she stopped. Uh oh. She thought he was stalking her. Quick fix. Now. "Not creeping on you or anything, it's kind of printed on your chest."

She glanced down at the hoodie, and reading the letters she went a bit pink. "Oh, it is." She smoothed down the logo before turning to Dean again. "Sorry, long night. Some shitty partners on a group thing, and I'm just a little-"

"Stressed?"

"That obvious?" She asked.

"Just a bit." Dean smirked. He drank down a long sip, and waved at the bartender for another bottled beer. "I get it. Wanted to kill my fair share of people in college. I don't get why they are there if they're there if they don't want to work."

Dean was starting to wonder if this was going to the bedroom at some point. He wasn't playing a con. He wasn't the FBI agent and he would offer the girl protective custody for the night. He wasn't small time director and trying to give a girl a chance at the big time. He was being- himself. What the fuck? He had to up his game.

She glanced at him for a second. Not oogled the chest, or his crotch. She looked him in the eyes and really thought for a second. "Where did you go to school?"

"Nowhere you'd know. South East Technical- community." Dean shrugged, but that was lame. Pick up line quick. "Gave me a license to get under peoples hoods though." Followed by an eye waggle. Wasn't going to get her wet, but good enough.

Or not. She laughed at him. "Couldn't come up with anything better."

"Honey, one or two more of those-" He gestured her drink. "-and I'll be the funniest guy here."

Another eye roll. Oh no mission failing.

"I don't get you." She did that thing again. She looked him in the eyes for a long time as if peering into his soul.

He didn't like that at all. Why did he have to go for obviously too smart for her own good, piss off chick? He could have gone for sex eyes. Hell, he didn't have to talk to her, all he had to do was put her over his shoulder and take him to the bathroom. Internal Dean was screaming to abort mission, but little Dean was too determined to let this one go.

"You don't get what?"

"You are a very smart person." She ignored his puff of indignance. "Community college or not, I can tell. Journalist. Part of my job is to read people, and you- are smart. You also don't take good care of yourself. I think you put yourself behind everyone else in your life. Probably why the community college."

Crap this chick a mind reader?

"And yet here you are, at this bar looking for some easy tail. I'd think you'd be much more soulful."

What the fuck did this chick know about his life though. Sure, anyone can guess a few things about another person. But you don't just know someone by their appearance. Chick was nuts. He'd go after sexy eyes after all. Except. Little Dean persisted. Something about this woman- this irritating woman- was getting to him. He'd get her in bed, give her the best mind-blowing sex, and she'd see how soulful he could be.

"Rewinding after a long day isn't a crime you know." Dean raised an eyebrow. "I mean maybe you cover bigger crimes like murder and very clearly rape, but last I check there was no attack on casual sex in the papers."

"Oh, I have nothing wrong with casual sex, but your cheesy lines would work better on Christina over there. She's been eyeing you this whole time, and trust me it wouldn't take more than an eye bat to get her panties wet."

"You are irritating." Dean didn't mean to, but it came out as a growl.

She grinned up at him. Messed up chick was happy at how ticked off he was. "And you're a man whore."

"You know what, you aren't worth the time."

"Glad we came up with that agreement."

--

Dean exhaled a breath and pulled himself slowly out of the woman beneath him. He landed next to her on the bed panting from their mind-blowing session. A casual glance at the beside clock read that they had been at it for a long time now. God, she was amazing. Fiery and rough- and smart.

He looked over at the woman. Her hair was splayed on the pillow, and her face was as flush as his- and there had never been a better sight.

The argument at the bar had led into a debate. Which had led into another argument. All the while they were drinking one thing after another. Then he'd said it. He'd offended her sex making. He didn't mean it to lead her to bed. He was just genuinely irritated. But she was equally competitive as he was and oh was the arguing worth it. Maybe it was the hormones, or the beer, but this was really one of the best sex that he'd had. Ever.

She glanced over at Dean. A coy smile on her face. "So-"

"I'll admit it." Dean inhaled again. Man was he out of breath. "You certainly gave me a work out."

"Damn right."

Her hand gripped the sheet, and moved it away from her body. And she- wait. She was leaving. Her body went vertical and her feet touched the carpet. Something in Dean snapped. The sex was over, but where did she think she was going? His hand without thought shot out and gripped her arm before she could stand and find her discarded clothing. She looked back at him surprised.

"Where are you going?"

She only offered him a snort and a raised eyebrow. "You come off as the one night stand kind of guy. I get it. I wasn't expecting more."

"I didn't say it wasn't going to last any more than one night." Dean grumbled. If he wasn't already flush, he would have gone red. Meanwhile she looked mad. "But what's to say you couldn't stay over."

"The sex is done." She was ready to run.

"No, Cassie, look. No more sex, just stay in bed with me."

She would have fallen in surprise if she hadn't been sitting. "You mean cuddle? You don't strike me as a cuddler."

"I'm not." Dean's hand stroked up and down her arm. And he didn't ignore the hairs that rose underneath his touch.

She looked at him again, with her soul-searching eyes. A gentle smile crossed her lips and she lifted the sheet again and got back under. "Just for tonight."

"Just for tonight." Dean confirmed. His arms circled her middle and he drew her closer to him. God even her smell was tantalizing.

He'd surprised Cassie, and himself, again when the alarm had gone off at 8 am and he suggested breakfast. She said yes, and they both went to a diner in their rumpled clothing. She kept amazing him with the conversation, with the breakfast itself. She ordered a grease filled plate and finished it. Ok so maybe soul mates were a thing. He'd never been so close to considering it before.

She suggested meeting up again- while he was in town. Dean agreed. Quickly. And that's how they ended up mini-golfing, arguing, and having more mind-blowing sex. She had school, and he had work though. So, the time they spent together became limited. Then to the misfortune of little Dean, the job was done. Sonny was expecting him at work in a few days, and he couldn't sit around there anymore yucking it up and having sex with this perfect woman.

He hadn't done this before. He'd gone for the blond bimbo. And Cassie Robinson was the woman who debated politics, talked about wars and mentioned actual dates, and names. She couldn't slip through his fingers. Not just because he happened to be leaving.

The phone rang a few times before she picked up. She immediately laughed into the line. His heart clenched. "Slow your roll Dean. I'm still trying to recover."

"Not that I wouldn't like an instant replay, but I actually have to talk to you." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Can you meet up with me a second and-"

"Your leaving town?" Cassie caught him. That's what happened when you got into it with a woman looking for a freaking Masters in reading human emotions and writing about them.

"I am finished with my business in town. Yes."

Her voice went ridged over the line. She'd known this was coming. Dean was a free spirit. She'd known the second she'd laid eyes on him. She'd known he'd leave every blissful second of that week. "Ok, thanks for letting me know."

"Ohh hey! Wait." Dean stopped her from hanging up. She wasn't talking to him, but she was still there and waiting. And there was his father. Standing next to the Impala, pretending to be preoccupied, but hanging on every word. Screw it. "I don't want this to be over."

Crap his dad was smirking. Not looking at him necessarily but smirking.

Dean gritted his teeth and continued. "Look no lines, no cons, and no plays. I really enjoyed spending time with you. All the time I spent with you, and I think that maybe- my work might take me through every now and again…"

She was laughing again. "Every now and again?"

"Look don't make this harder than it needs to be." And it was tough. What did you say in this situation? Dean called back every cliché movie his brother had made him see.

"Let's say I say, yes. What does this make us?"

"Together- Complicated. Look I don't know what to do in this situation. And- I frankly don't know what to call it."

She was quiet. For a long time. "Other women?"

"Honey, after you- there isn't anyone that can top you." Dean stated boldly.

She didn't hesitate this time. "I'll give it a go. Call me when you're in town."

Dean grinned wide. "What if I'm not and I call you."

"I may pick up." She stated coyly. "And I may not."

Then Dial tone.

She'd hung up on him, and all he could do was grin wider.

"You coming? Or have you not been whipped enough?" John leaned over the top of the Impala amusement reading clearly on his face. Oh yeah, his dad had been there. For all of it. Shit.

"Shut up."

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