AN: OH MY GOD! I READ WHAT I UPDATED LAST NIGHT AND I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY. I have a quite sporadic way of thinking but according to my friends I was quite delirious. SO I have rewritten it and I hope it makes more sense now. I don't even know why I wrote it like that but here ya go. Thank you very much and I hope you will enjoy! And by the way Jess will make an appearance.

"Hello." A small voice rang throughout the room, echoing softly. He would never normally describe a voice as small but that was exactly what it was. Small and powerful with a kindness that made you smile. He grunted in return and then realized that was probably not the best response. He looked up from his library book and met the girl's eyes.

"Can I help you?" He asked. She gave out a pealing laugh. He returned it with a lopsided grin, unsure why she had found his question amusing.

"Well that was going to be my line." She answered, tapping the badge clipped on her shirt that marked her out as library assistant.

"Oh, er, I'm good thank you," he nodded, biting the inside of his cheek awkwardly.

"Yeah?" She smirked. "I'm pretty sure that that book you're reading is in Latin, sorry for judging by your…appearance but I don't think you're exactly the bilingual type."

"Well thank you but I'm quite fluent in Latin"

"Brains and brawn, huh? Are you going to be pulling a rabbit from a hat next?"

Sam let out a breath that sounded remarkably like a laugh.

"And he laughs!" She giggled again. It was the kind of laugh that you would be happy to listen to for hours and hours.

He met her eyes again and realized what made him like her so much. She had a warmth in her eyes that made even the briefest glance seem intimate.

"It seems the day is full of miracles. I've been watching you come here every day and not once have you laughed or even smiled for that matter." She ran a hand through her blonde, curly hair as annoyance flickered across her face.

"Wow, that sounded so much more stalker-like than I intended."

Sam let out another laugh.

"Well I guess you were here first."

"And I guess you're more intelligent than you look."

He laughed again.

"Three in a row. That must be a world record."

When the library closed he realised that he didn't even know the blonde girl's name or in fact where she lived but as he started walking down the road he could hear the pattering of footsteps from behind him.

"Hey." It was the girl. "You forgot your book." She said as she slipped it into his grasp.

"Thanks,"


When Sam got back to the apartment all he could think of was the girl. He leafed through the book and it fell open to a page with a napkin wedged in it. A flowing set of handwriting had the words 'Jess 0799****045' on it. He gave a toothy grin and sitting on the edge of his bead. Suddenly a sharp pain came into his left temple. It sent with it a flash of lights and then darkness. As soon as the darkness faded he was somewhere else.

The apartment was warm. And it was home. And he had missed it so much. But it wasn't the place that made it his home. It was the girl inside it. The blonde girl. His blonde girl. His Jess.

One day had merged into two and then two into three when he was with his brother. But it was good. He had seen his family, if only he could share his life and it's normality with his whole family. With his Dad and Dean and Jess. But that wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen.

He looked around the apartment seeing so much Jess but her style rolled into his own and the protections that it provided. Salt boundaries had never quite been forgotten nor the symbols and wards beneath the wallpaper and etched into the doors. His eyes lingered on a picture of Jess and him. She looked stunning. She had never needed makeup to look pretty but the light touch of eye shadow had made accented her eyes perfectly.

He walked further into the room and let out a disbelieving sigh when he noticed a plate of cookies on the edge of a table. A note had been delicately placed on top, reading 'Missed you! Love you!'. He grinned as he walked toward the bedroom, biting into the cookie. He would have to remind Jess just how much he loved her in return.
"Jess?" He asked. She was probably out. Sitting on the edge of the bed he tugged off his shoes and leant backwards with a deep sigh. It was so good to be home.

As he sighed into the sheets - closing his eyes - he felt something wet and sticky land on his face. Looking skyward his eyes met the enchanting blue eyed gaze of Jess. He was paralyzed, only able to sit in shock as his anchor to normality bled down on him. Suddenly his training came to him, he felt power return to his limbs but it was too late. Fire flashed burning Jess's pale skin and charring her beyond belief.

"Jess…"

She was gone.

Dean knew something was wrong as soon as he stepped into the motel parking lot. He had left his father in the car and hurtled toward Sam's room. As he turned the handle he noticed it was cold. Colder than it had been the first time he had entered. Condensation clouded the windows and the chilly breath of the icy air raised the hairs on Dean's neck. But he knew his suspicions were correct as he finally set his eyes upon his brother.

Sam was hunched in a corner cradling himself. His eyes were wide with fear and his skin was ghostly pale. He was radiating dread and a trail of tears ran down his cheeks. His mouth was formed in a small 'O' shape and he was shivering violently.

But Dean noticed none of that; not at first. The only thing he saw was his brother in need.

"Sammy?" Dean spoke quickly gathering his younger brother in his arms. He held him tightly but with a gentleness that you would treat a hurt animal with. It was then he noticed the tears, fear and skin.

The door creaked open and Dean's eyes flashed toward it. A default protectiveness was beginning to rumble in his stomach as he held his brother even tighter. It was John. As his father took in the situation before him his eyes darted nervously around the room as he checked that none of the wards or salt boundaries had been breached.
"Dean." His voice was gruff. "You didn't chec-"

"Not now Dad, okay." It wasn't a question.

"Don't be our Commander, not now. Sammy needs his Dad."

John relented as he heard the masked warning in his voice.

"What's the matter Sammy?" He asked, crouching on the balls of his feet to look at his youngest but Sam was already fading. He blinked slowly nestling himself into his brother's chest and then shut his eyes, falling into a blissful slumber, knowing his brother would protect him.

AN: I think how I have set this out it makes it simpler to understand. If this is hard to follow or anything don't hesitate to get me to explain, I hope it's not though. The bit in italics is Sam having a dream/vision. It doesn't completely fit into 'the grand scheme of it all' in Supernatural but Sam having a vision right now needs to work for my plot. Hope you don't mind that she's included. I never really liked fics with her in it but if you don't want her that much tell me or if you want her in in it more, again tell me.

Reviews are love and thank you for all the follows and favourites and for actually taking time to read this. Not to mention the patience it must've taken you. I'd have already hunted down and threatened me so far…or not because I'm pretty sure that's illegal and I'm a law abiding citizen…on most days.

Cheers Flo x