(Okay, there is a change- a very big change from what I originally wrote. I debated on this many, many times- and bothered my friends because I wasn't sure if the change would be- welcomed. But there it is... enjoy)

Unforeseen Future

Chapter Four: Woman in White

Sam had gotten the call early in the morning. Reluctantly he opened his eyes, released his arms from around his girlfriend, and he rolled over to smash his hand around for his phone. After a few failed seconds, he groaned and rolled over to girlfriend pressing his nose into her hair. He nuzzled her neck before groaning.

"I can't tell if that's mine- or yours."

"Yours." She muttered. She gave a happy groan as Sam nipped hungrily at her neck. "Mmmm- Stop- Stoooppp." She giggled and moved away from him. "Yours gives off the obnoxious chirp."

"I thought yours chirped." Sam breathed.

She rolled over and as an act of revenge nipped at her boyfriend's ear. "Mine doesn't. For someone so smart, you certainly don't wake up that way."

Another nip, and Sam thought maybe picking up the phone was a bad idea. Maybe there was a better one. "Maybe you should help me wake up."

"Those are the shots speaking." Jessica gave a roused laugh though. Oh, she was considering it. "Besides you should probably get the phone- it's more than likely your mother."

Sam wrinkled his nose but obeyed Jessica's movements as her lips went lower to his neck. His head tilted just so. "You mean brother?"

"No, I mean overbearing maternal big brother. The one that cuts crusts off your sandwiches and wipes smutz off your face." She stopped kissing and biting and gave her boyfriend a knowing look. "You don't pick up the phone and the whole of collective power of California's police departments are going to come check on you."

Sure, enough the phone stopped ringing. They both paused and it started up again.

"See, just get it."

Sam groaned. "Where?"

"I don't remember…you're the one who put it down last night." Jess sat up and attempted to smooth her hair. Why did she always feel so self-conscious in the morning? Didn't she know she was beautiful every second of every day? "Unless Brady's constant shots got them lost for you."

His hand finally hit plastic under his pillow. Duh. "You are no help."

He contained an unmanly squeal when a soft hand gripped his crotch and squeezed. "I can help you after the call."

"I'll have to remember that." Crap. Only she could get him breathless. He cleared his throat a few times and collected his breath before picking up the call. "What Dean? It's five in the morning and I swear you better be bleeding out."

"Please." Dean scoffed softly. That pricked Sam's interest. Why was Dean intent on being quiet? He certainly didn't care any other time. "We used to get up earlier than this. Remember dad's drills? Late night camping trips."

"Yeah, if you mean dumping our asses in the middle of the woods and giving us a compass and using the stars. Camping trips sure." Sam was unamused. And aroused. Jess kept playing with his hair. "That was a long time ago anyways, so what do you need now?"

"Can't a big brother just call to say hello?"

It wasn't a friendly call though. Due to the hour, and the tone his brother had. "It's not just a check-up? Is it though?"

"Ok, ok. You got me. I need some help."

"Help that requires you to call me at five in the morning? After my LSAT celebrations? A lot of alcohol was poured, brother. A LOT." Sam heard shuffling from the other end. Quiet shuffling. Was he sneaking around? "So, you on the run from the police? Cursed? On the run from the dads?"

"I'll talk to you when I see you." Dean was clearly humored. By what. By waking him up so early in the morning? Sadist…

"So, tell me when your done being hush hush, and sneaking around- wherever you are. Call me when you get here."

A deep chuckle echoed from down the hall and Sam and Jess whipped their heads to the direction of the sound.

"Okay. I'm here."

The shadow of his brother came closer and his footsteps were suddenly thumping and obvious. Of course, his obnoxious big brother has to use a freaking window to sneak in. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Piss off Dean." Jess scowled from the bed and pulled up the sheets to cover her Smurfs night shirt. "You heard of ringing a doorbell?"

Dean laughed. "Then I wouldn't get such an amusing reaction from my little precious brother- and his way too hot girlfriend."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You and your amusing sense of humor. For the sake of my evening lets talk." He patted his girlfriend's shoulders before dangling his legs off the side of the bed. Sleep drifted away as training from decades before activated. He remembered having buckets of cold water poured over him if he got out of bed too slow. He learned from an early age to fight off sleep. It usually helped with late evenings of studying and early mornings with tests. That and coffee.

He put his feet on the ground and caught his balance as he stood up. Once he was okay he tugged on pajama bottoms over his boxers and followed his brother out of the room. "Keep the bed warm for me."

Jess watched him as he exited the room. "Hurry back."

"You guys didn't party that hard. You seem to have woken up just fine." Dean quipped as they entered the living room.

Sam stopped by the couch and Dean continued to the kitchen. The younger Winchester waited for his brother to return, sure enough with an opened beer. Sam wanted to gag at the sight. "Brady got a little too excited and kept ordering shots. At some point, we stopped. Thank goodness. Although I'll swear off alcohol for a little bit." He ignored his big brother's eye roll. "Whatever, what do you want?"

"Well I have a kind of -weird- request."

Sam rubbed at his crazy standing up hair, only to make it worse. "How weird?"

"I wouldn't mind a little help on a hunt." Dean said quietly. He took a seat on his brother's scratched up couch, and looked up at the big kid. He looked surprised at the request himself.

"Like information help- or-"

"I need help on a hunt."

"As back up? You know I haven't hunted since I was twelve, dude. I may be well versed on the weapons and the monsters, but I'm more like your Oracle than your side kick." Sam crossed his arms.

"The Oracle," Dean tipped the lip of the bottle towards his brother dramatically. "-is way hotter than you. Barbara Gordon is the reason I love a good red head."

"And brunettes, and blonds, and-"

"Anyways! Dad thought that since I've sworn off other women for the time being, he'd give me a hunt- close to you." Dean thought about it. His dad was a conniving thing. Knew he'd go to little bro for help. He hated it when his dad knew things before he did. "The only problem is it's a woman in white- and I don't think she's going to ignore my previous entanglements."

Sam laughed. Woman in White? He put together his father's devious plot as well and couldn't stay mad at his father for putting the plan together. It might work. Sam stayed pretty loyal to the women in his life. "Worried your track record will get you killed?"

"Take this seriously." Dean moaned.

"I am. As serious as a five-o-clock wake-up call will allow me to be." Sam smirked. "I want to help, but you know I have that interview."

"I'm aware of the time frame. We have enough time to go smoke La Llorona in Jericho. I just need Mr. Commitment at my side in case the bitch wants a bite. Then you can kill mockingbirds in court. That is what that movie is about- right?"

"You know it isn't- and it was a book first." Sam rolled his eyes. "Where is dad in all this planning?"

"Picked up signs in Florida. He's convinced its him and told me he was going- alone." Dean stated, taking a deep drink after. He held up his hands when Sam's face scrunched up in blatant anger. "I said everything your about to say. So, don't bother. Old man wants to go off on his own- not a damn force in the world can stop it."

Dean had said everything. It wasn't just his battle. They should be involved no matter what the danger. He needed to stop being a stupid self-sacrificing moron. Nothing had stopped his old man. Not that he had expected it to.

"His phone is probably off anyways. I couldn't complain to him if I wanted to." Sam rubbed at his eyes. "Yeah, I guess I'll come along. I'll be rusty- but I'll be your Mr. Commitment."

"That's ok. I just need the back up on this one. I really don't think Constance is going to be a big fan of me and my lifestyle. Or Bobby's- or Dad's." It was pretty well known between the brother's that Bobby wasn't lacking in action. He had a few casual partners (other female hunters) that would show up every now and again for info, and end up staying the night. And his dad- his dad was about as bad as Dean. The old man had been picking up women far longer.

Sam glanced towards the closed door. "Let me talk to Jessica. I'm assuming you need to head out now…"

"Preferably."

Sam padded a little away from his brother and glanced absently towards his shared room before he turned back. "You sure this is something we need to take care of- now? We can't wait a few days- or take Jess…I mean she knows about this stuff."

"This chick has taken a lot of guys over the years. Preferably we deal with him now." Dean raised an eyebrow surprised by his brother's request. "And you can't take her with us. As inexperienced as you are- she won't know what to do. You really want to put her in that position?"

Sam seemed thoughtful, his eyes roving back to the door. "No- no. It's okay. It shouldn't- No it's fine."

"Sam, if something is wrong…" Dean hated the look his brother wore. It was worry, and it was causing Dean to worry.

His brother's expressions softened. But the worry didn't subside. "No, nothing is wrong. Give me a little."

Dean remained on the couch while his brother went into the bedroom.

DIVIDE (because its not saving my divides)

"Wait- hang on, Tiger." Jess grabbed for her boyfriend's hand as he packed up a few articles of clothing and some toiletries. "Just slow down a second and let me absorb all this."

"Look, just be careful and don't allow any strangers in the apartment. Wear that charm I made you. Make sure your safe while I'm gone." Sam met his girlfriend's eyes and rubbed her knuckles. "You know I worry about you."

"And you know I always look out for myself." Jessica dragged down Sam's arm and finally caught his drifting attention. "Look at me. You are going on a hunt with your brother- You HATE hunting. With a passion. And if I can recall the first time you went on a hunt it didn't end so well."

Sam sat on the bed. "Jess, he's going after a woman in white."

"Yeeeaahhh-"

Sam expanded. "A woman in white is a spirit who in life found out that her spouse was cheating on her, in anger she usually kills her kids, unless they are killed by the other man, and always commits suicide after. She goes after one of two things. Cheating men or Children."

"And Dean doesn't exactly have a good reputation…" She was starting to get it. "I take it there aren't very many hunters with monogamous relationships."

"A lot of one-night stands…some broken hearts." Sam offered awkwardly. "That's why-"

Jess grinned and dragged down Sam's head. "He needs his oh so attractive and loyal brother." She cut off his next words with a kiss. "I get it big guy, I just can't help but get nervous that you're going to be a little over your head. I mean he'll be watching your back, and you can certainly defend yourself; but it's been a while."

"I would be lying if I didn't say I was nervous as well. In theory, it should be easy though. We need to find out where she's buried, and just burn her bones. It should be over after that." Sam lifted his hand to run a hand through her hair.

"And in practice." The motion had her a little breathless. Maybe she could ask Dean to give them an hour.

Sam smirked, reading her want. "I can't say. Hunting is kind of like real life, I don't know if I'm going to slip on a puddle and crack my head open, or win the lottery. We gotta deal with the punches as they come."

"Not filling me with a whole lot of confidence." Jess trailed a hand down Sam's chest. "But suppose I can offer you an incentive to come home in one piece."

Sam's smirk widened. "Oh, can you."

Jess pushed herself up to reach Sam's ear and started to whisper. Sam's casual grin turned more aroused the more she spoke. When she finished she planted a kiss just beneath his hear. "Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sounds more than fair." Sam pulled her up for another kiss. "I won't be gone that long, and I'll be home well in time for the interview. I still want you to watch out for yourself. Lock the door behind you. Draw a line of salt across the windows and doors, and those mats with the devil's traps-"

"By the door." Jessica dutifully finished. She brushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes. "What's got you so spooked, big guy?"

Sam turned his head away. "Nothing."

"Sam, you don't need to hide anything from me." Jessica soothed. "You gotta talk to me if something is bothering you."

Sam had been going down a rabbit hole the last couple of months. He was chugging coffee and energy drinks. She had chalked it to stress about the LSAT. But the headache medication concerned her. For the few years she'd known him, she'd never seen him suffer anything beyond an occasional stomach ache or hangover.

Then he was reading the paper more. But he wasn't reading the paper, he was inspecting it. For what she wasn't sure. She'd read through the pages he'd paled as he flipped through- and saw nothing. The same articles about politics and murders. She'd assumed it was because he was a hunter and always assumed the worst in normal news stories- but then again, she'd been too afraid to ask.

"I'll talk to you once I get back. I don't think anything is going to be wrong. It's been to long since-" Sam bit at his lip. "We'll talk when I get back. It's too much." He bent down but didn't take her in a kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers his eyes traveling across her face, as if memorizing every inch- every pore. "Just stay safe- do everything I said- For me." The last part was punctuated with a kiss.

DIVIDE (because its not saving my divides)

It had been a few days that they'd been gone. Much longer than they'd planned. Complications had arisen that extended the easy hunt. Dean being arrested, Sam being targeted and forced on- and the worst- Sam driving Baby into the house. Granted it was rotten wood, and it didn't do the girl too much Damage, he would have punched Sam. If he didn't already have five holes in his chest from the Constance bitch.

Dean imagined Jessica would give him the same speech he'd given Sam about Baby; taking care of nice things.

"Think she'll kill me?" Dean asked casually as he killed the engine.

"Nah dude. Just to be safe though, I'll keep my wincing to a minimum." Sam laughed. "At least until you leave. This is a game changer. You don't know what I can get from the sympathy."

"Oh, I know what you can get from sympathy." Dean smirked.

Sam gave a laugh and gripped the car door. Unconsciously both brothers opened the door and slid out at the same time. Sam paused long enough to duck in and dig out two doufles. His big brother's and his own. Dean didn't even give a grunt when Sam tossed the doufle at him. Just griped at Sam to lock the door and they both walked up the way to the building, and turned back when he heard his brother curse sharply. "Dude I got to check in with, dad."

"He traded Florida, for woods; off hunting a wendigo right now. No way in hell he has cell reception. And no way he even picks up the phone even with service." Sam scoffed lightly.

Dean waved a hand wearing an unamused expression. "Yeah and he still busts my balls for not checking in before and after hunts. I mean I'm twenty-six, dude, not five."

"Whatever." Sam chuckled. "Come up when you're finished. I'm sure Jess made cookies."

"You wouldn't know. She didn't tell your whipped ass through all the phone calls you took from her. It's like you two are attached at the hip." Dean dialed his dad's number and pressed send.

"Okay, A- I am not whipped. And B- I give you a year before you start being overly sappy with Cassie. She's going to graduate- and you, my commitment-phobe brother, will find she wants much more than a booty call and date whenever you drive into town." Sam grinned. He opened the door and paused to make a point. "Then we'll see who is whipped."

Dean yelled back some rebuttal, but the door had already shut and Sam wasn't listening. He started up the stairs taking them two at a time.

Jess had seemed a bit quiet over the phone. Sam had chalked that up to his absence. They were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, Dean would regularly joke, and when they were one without the other it just felt- wrong. He'd felt off without her those few days too.

The weight in his pants pocket seemed quite heavy despite just how light it actually was. He was planning to do something special. Propose in fact. He was waiting for the perfect time, the right romantic setting. But coming home victorious after a hunt, was making him swelling not only pride- but eagerness at keeping this woman by his side. Maybe he shouldn't save it, maybe if she missed him as much as he missed her, he should just give her the ring now.

At the door to the apartment he dragged out the keys and fumbled with them a second before opening the door. "Jess!"

Nothing was out of place, a line of salt sat by the door (disturbed by him unfortunately- he'd fix it) and the mat still sat in its place. He was glad she'd actually taken the precaution. When he'd pushed through the beads over the bedroom doorway he'd heard it- the shower was running.

"Hey Jess."

For a few seconds, he didn't get a response. But a second later Jessica pushed the curtain back a second and poked her head out. "Oh- I didn't hear you come in."

Sam took the time to step into the open bathroom and give her a quick kiss. "We just got back. I offered Dean the couch seeing as it's kind of late for him to start driving back. I hope you don't mind."

"No. Not at all." She pulled Sam in for another quick kiss before whipping back the curtain and stepping back under the spray. "I made cookies. They're on the table."

Sam grinned wide. "I'll go inhale a few. I'm closing the door. I don't trust, Dean."

"He knows what's good for him he won't peek."

"The moves I showed you, he'll regret it for sure." Sam chuckled and closed the door behind him on the way out. On the way to the living room he grabbed

Dean was inside by the time Sam had exited the bathroom and entered the living room. Sam didn't ask him how the call went- because it hadn't gone anywhere. It had gone straight to voicemail.

His big brother thrust a thumb towards the miniature open kitchen. The question came out during his walk towards it. "You think your girl restocked the fridge?"

"You mean the beer? Seeing as you took the last one." Sam smirked at his brother and shook his head. "Not after the night we had. She wouldn't have-"

"Got one!" Dean triumphantly rose a beer in the air. Then promptly whistled. "Your girl has taste. Strong and dark, the way I like it."

"What?" Sam spun to look at his brother. "That's got to be for you. No way she drinks that stuff."

Dean shook his head. "She got a box- and half of its gone dude." He chuckled at Sam's confused expression. "What? Angry she didn't include you?" Dean's amusement died down the second that Sam started rushing to the windows checking each one. "Hey, you okay?"

"This isn't right. A few nights ago, she gagged when she tried one of Brady's drinks. She hated the stuff. No way she gains a taste for it in a few days." Sam rushed on to the next window after seeing the salt hadn't been disturbed. There were only two more and Sam praying hard went to the second in the living room.

"So, she drank something weird…big deal."

"No- big deal. She'll down a beer, but if she's buying anything for herself it's that fruity shit." Sam shook his head at the second window. Nothing disturbed there. That only left the bedroom. Could he check without alerting her- or if it was her.

Dean caught Sam on the way to the bedroom. "Wait- wait. What are you saying?"

"Geeze, you are the dumb one, aren't you?" Jessica sauntered out wearing nothing but a robe. Her wet hair had been bundled up to the top of her head. She paused long enough to glance at the boys, her eyes going black. "I should have stomached the apple ale."

Dean rushed forward fumbling for any weapon on his person, and Sam went back towards the kitchen bending to reach a cabinet.

Jessica sighed and lifted a hand. "Oh please-" And Sam was thrown back over the counter and into the living room. Dean slammed hard into the wall just above the table, his hands trapped at his sides. "As if I would let you get a weapon. And let you go for the holy water and salt. That's right lover boy- I checked."

She kept a hand up and sauntered to Sam allowing leg to slip through the robe. "Hello Sam."

"Get the fuck out of her." Sam bellowed. He pushed up from his spot on the ground.

"Why?" Jess feigned innocence for a split second, until her face morphed into an ugly sneer. "You think that my boss, was going to let you live your god-damn happily ever after? I warned you at Jared's not to do it. And your sorry little pussy whipped ass went and got the ring. What you think that you were going to go off and find that white picket fence house- have a few kids, maybe even a dog. Not in the plan, so we can't have that happen."

Sam glanced at the ground a second, to not only get his girlfriend's twisted face out of his vision, but think. "Brady- I went with Brady to get the engagement ring. And he told me- you've been in Brady?"

Jessica bent down and forced Sam's head up. She ignored Dean's indignant burst and stared point blank into Sam's eyes. "Ooohhh good job. Johnny tell the man what he's won!" Jess's hands tightened and Sam grunted. "Remember when I- sorry I had a recent change- HE came back from the break up all messed up? I mean dropped out of pre-med, the drugs, the bitches? That was the new Brady. That was me. Boss Man wanted someone on the ground with you keep you from getting soft."

"You son of a bitch. Where's Brady?" Sam's voice darkened to a dangerous level. It even frightened Dean.

"Brady is currently in a little pile of blood. Slit his wrists in his room. Wonder what his roommate will think when he finds him. Oh well. He was past his use." Jessica cocked her head. "I'm surprised you haven't attacked. Oh wait- no I'm not. Is this-" Jess tore at her breasts. "-is this fine piece of ass worth not bruising?"

Sam clenched his teeth. God, he was rusty. The words to the banishment was slipping. He wasn't sure if it was the stress, or the time, but a single line was missing from his memory- and it wouldn't work without. "Look. I won't propose. I'll leave her- and it'll be nasty- just get out of her please."

"No can do. This woman is the reason you were turning into a mild mannered, worthless sack of piss." Jessica sprayed him as she emphasized the s's on the end. Sam didn't turn his head though. "Now come on. We cannot have that. There is a time table buddy- and we cannot afford to play around."

Sam glared. "What plan?"

Jess shook her head. "As if I'm letting that go now. You must be dumber than-" Jess started twitching, and shaking.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas." Dean's voice was loud and confident.

"STOPP!" Jess screamed her voice seeming to shake the walls. Her hand shot out and Dean's exorcism choked off as he fought for air.

"Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis-" Sam continued for his brother. He hoped by the time he came to the forgotten line then his brother would have refilled his lungs.

"You irritating scum!" Jess gave out a loud cry and Dean's head whipped against the wall, his eyes rolling back as he was released from his hold and ragdolling to the ground. Sam felt his tongue stiffen and his own body was forced back to the wall. Unable to say much he glared at the demon operating his girlfriend. "You had to make things difficult- well this is how the story ends. You fail. And when you wake up- I would have shattered your world."

Jess stepped back and grabbed a clean pan from the stove. Sam could only watch as she swung it towards him.

(A/N: My writing is limited to me- nobody reads through and corrects me. Sooooo you notice something off with spelling or continuity, please tell me. I will fix it- after I'm done procrastinating a bit- and appreciate it. Really I want to improve, and improvement doesn't come with me being ignorant to my own faults. Lovvvee ya.)