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Chapter 5

November 2nd (Palo Alto, California)

Jessica reached over blindly to rest her arm on her husband, but the only thing she felt was an empty spot on the mattress. With her blue eyes half closed, she slowly lifted her head to peer over at Sam's side of the bed, frowning at his absence. The sound of approaching footsteps brought her attention to the bedroom door. It opened slightly, revealing someone's head popping in. Seeing that she was awake, the door was kicked open and a disoriented Jessica found herself smiling brightly at her company.

"Good morning...wait, did you decide on whether you're sticking with Moore or taking Winchester or both?" At that she giggled and pulled her body up so that she was sitting. She pressed her bare back against the soft welcoming feeling of her pillow. Normally she would have at least thrown on a shirt, but what the hell, it was the morning after her wedding, and last night had been one of the best. Clothes weren't necessary.

"Well I was introduced as 'Mrs. Sam Winchester' at the reception," she smiled. Sam felt his own lips part into a proud smirk himself.

"Ok then, good morning Mrs. Winchester," he greeted.

"Good morning Mr. Winchester," she countered. Sam gently placed the tray, Jessica had only now realized he had been holding, so that its legs were on either side of hers.

"I know I'm no cook, but, I thought you might like to wake up to the smell of eggs and toast," he replied sheepishly. She glanced down at her meal and stifled a laugh. The toast was on the verge of being burnt and the butter looked like it had been reluctant to spread nicely resulting in large chunks on some parts and caved in bread along with it. One of the eggs was close to having the yolk pooling out and off to the side of that were two shriveled up pieces of what Jessica had thought was jerky at first, but now realized it was bacon. A still steaming coffee mug was sitting off to the right hand side of the tray."If you would rather not eat it I swear my feelings won't be hurt," he assured her.

"Mother's Day is going to be really interesting one day," she chuckled. Sam's cheeks turned red and he laughed nervously, pulling his hazel eyes to look anywhere but at his wife.

"Yeah uh," he cleared his throat, "hopefully by the time that happens, I'll have at least mastered eggs, bacon, and toast."

"It's perfect!" She replied puckering her lips and stretching herself up so that Sam didn't have to bend as far to kiss her. "Come on, join me for breakfast," she patted the vacant spot on the bed next to her. The young husband obeyed and slid under the covers. "So what's the special occasion?"

"Special occasion? What, a husband can't attempt at cooking for his wife?"

"I mean you being dressed. I take it you've never cooked naked?" she replied moving her eyes up and down the clothes on his body as she took a bite of her toast. His cheeks turned red.

"Yeah it's not really my thing. Wrong Winchester."

"So...your brother does or your mom? And how would you know that?" She teased lifting her fork full of eggs towards his mouth. He accepted the bite.

"Oh God, I meant that sounds like something Dean would do. I don't know for sure that he does, and I don't want to know," Jessica laughed at the disgusted look on her husband's face.

"Ok, ok fair enough," she replied trying to control her laughter.

"I take it you do? How have I never seen this?" He questioned.

"I haven't for awhile. I think the last time you were already gone to class. Let me tell you, it's not wise when cooking bacon on the stove," she rolled her eyes at the poor decision her past self had made. "So what's the plan for today?" She fed him another mouth full of eggs and toast.

"Well, I've got some studying to do still, but I thought maybe we could go to lunch some place nice...and that's as far as I've gotten."

"Mmm...how about we go for a picnic? The weather's going to start turning cold and dreary, today may be our last day to enjoy the sun, or at least not have grey sky." Sam nodded and grinned as she crunched into the bacon he made her.

"Sounds good to me. Seriously though, you don't have to eat that," he replied with a cringe.

"Part of being married is eating what your loving husband cooks for you, even if it's charcoal." He shook his head.

Once the meal had been choked down, Jessica turned to Sam with a content sigh. "Thank you for that delicious breakfast in bed," she purred placing her lips on his.

"Right, delicious. I'm lucky I didn't kill you," he criticized. Their lips met again.

"You can't kill me with a burnt meal," she assured, "only raw. Or poisoned."

"That's what you think."

"Alright Wolfgang, I'm going to hop in the shower and get going on getting ready while you get to work on studying. You're already ahead of me."

"What? How?"

"Which of us are wearing clothes and which of us aren't?" She asked quirking an eyebrow.

"The right one of us," Sam responded with a content grin.

"Mmm that's a matter of opinion." She maneuvered her way out of bed from under the tray and started towards the bathroom. Before she could get there however, Sam snatched her up in his arms and held her close to him, causing her at first to squeal in surprise and then giggle.

"I love you Jess," he replied sincerely.

"I love you more," she countered.

"I don't know, I didn't see your ass up early making breakfast for me," he teased.

"Bet you would have liked to though," she answered playfully pulling away and heading for the shower with Sam in tow.

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Sam wasn't alone for long before he heard the door click open. However, instead of Liz reappearing, it had been an older man who approached him.

"Sam Winchester?" He asked in what could best be described as a gruff voice. The young man eyed the stranger cautiously. Though he wasn't as tall as Sam, he wasn't exactly short either and he had learned from his father a long time ago that it was about how you carried yourself not the size of your body. This man certainly carried himself in a manner that would suggest that he was no push over. The young man placed the stranger in his 50s at least, late 40s at the earliest. However, like his body build and height, Sam knew age was only a number. The man wore his brown hair short, with only a hint of grey peeking through it as well as his beard and mustache. His outfit however, didn't match his lumberjack looks in the slightest. He was wearing a nice black suit with a matching black tie giving him the appearance of a professional.

"Yes?"

"I'm Special Agent Willis," he introduced himself, flashing Sam his badge. The young man eyed him, crossing his arms over his chest He may not know much about the rules and regulations for a FBI agent, but he was pretty sure that beard was not up to code.

"Mind if I ask you a couplea questions?"

"I'm already being questioned by someone."

"It won't take long," he bellowed. Sam may not have been certain that the man was indeed from the bureau, but there was something about him that seemed sincere. "I don't believe you killed yer wife Sam," he replied. The young man unraveled his arms and his puffy red eyes tried to grow wide.

"You don't?"

Agent Willis only stared into the young man's eyes.

"When you were in yer home that night, you smell anything like rotten eggs?" Sam shook his head with a frown. "The lights flicker?"

"No. I mean, I burnt breakfast that morning, but that smell was long gone by last night. And I think I would notice a smell as potent as rotten eggs. The only light that was on was in our bathroom and it didn't look like it was flickering." The agent looked as though he had been staring at a puzzle for days and just found out that the piece he had been so sure would fit in a certain spot wasn't in fact the correct one after all. "Why?"

"Nah, nothin,'" he said with a shake of his head.

"It's something or you wouldn't have asked. What does any of that mean?"

"I think it's best that you don't get involved kid, it's not a road you wanna tread down if you don't have to. Believe me. Here, in case anything else comes to mind." he dug into a hidden pocket in his jacket, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Sam. The only information displayed was his name: Special Agent Robert Willis, and a phone number.

"What do you mean a road I don't want to go down?" Sam inquired.

"I'm sorry fer yer loss," the man responded. With that, the stranger was gone.

A/n: Thank you for reading!

SparksFlyAngel: And I have plans for quite a few more appearances from characters we've gotten to know on the show (as you can see). It is indeed a mess right now between the two and you may have to wait awhile to find out what happened involving John, sorry. Thank you again for your review, time, and interest in this story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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