AN: I'm back with a new story! Yes, I know I still have to finish Ruins of a Soul but this story kept haunting me so I had to write it. It is set in early period of Season 5. No beta. All mistakes are my own.

P.S. Hurt!Sam because what else is better than that?

Enjoy!

Waking up to a blinding pain in the back of his head was enough for Sam to realize that something had gone terribly south. He pulled his hand to his temples to sooth some of the pain away only to find his hand hadn't cooperated. Why won't his hands cooperate? He tried again and this time he felt the all too familiar cold, sharp edge of what could only be a pair of handcuffs biting into his wrists. He winced. If his hands were cuffed it surely meant someone wanted him there. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he quietly cursed himself for not thinking about it before. He opened his eyes and was relieved to see them complying. Apart from the wayward strands of his chestnut tinted hair nothing else was obstructing his view. Experience had taught him that sometimes cuffed hands came with the added bonus of blindfolds and gags. Luckily, it was just the handcuffs for now.

The sight of the dingy basement brought back the memories in one flooding motion. The case. The visions. Missing blonde girls. Jess. His Jess. But how was that possible? Five years ago, he had seen his sweet, innocent Jess burn on the ceiling of their apartment while he just lay on the bed helpless, doing nothing until his brother stepped in and saved his sorry ass. He should have saved her but he didn't. So how did she show up in his visions -if they were visions at all- in the very same basement as this one?

Confused, his eyes traveled to the spot he had suspected the unconscious blonde girl to be Jess. The girl was there, lying still, her face away and hidden from him so he couldn't tell if it was Jess. The poor light from the bulb hanging in the centre of the room like a corpse of the guilty at hangman's noose wasn't helping either. It had to be somebody else. How could it be Jess?

As if on a cue, the lump that was the blonde girl, stirred in a way that was not natural. Dragging the dirty, sprawled limbs closer to her body in a very non graceful way, she lifted herself off the damp floor.

"Are you OK?" Sam asked, Jess or not, it was his job to save all the lives that he could. So much for being not fit for hunting.

Slowly, she turned around and looked at the man trapped in the chair. He was larger than average men; his hair was longer and seemed to get into his eyes a lot because he kept blinking them away. Thick ropes were binding his long legs to the chair. Her eyes stared into his as recognition settled between them.

"Jess", he breathed, half relieved half confused. It was her!

Though Sam had seen Dean come back from the dead, hell, he himself had been brought back from the dead and yet he couldn't believe how Jessica was back. "Jessica?" he said again. And again. Taking in her beautiful features, her blonde ringlets, the shine in her eyes, the curves of her soft lips, that little mole between her eyes that he kissed every night before he went to bed, his eyes brimmed with tears as he realized this was his Jess.

"Sam", this was the first time she spoke. And it was his name. How many nights had gone by when he desired to hear her call his name? Too many. Far too many. Now, here she was. Alive, a little scathed but alive nonetheless.

"Sam", she called his name again while Sam quietly choked down the sob that threatened to escape his lips. "You look different." Of course, he looked different. It was five years ago. She was closing the distance between them. In another two steps she was standing right in front of him. She was wearing the same gown from the night she was killed. It was smeared with dirt but there were no traces of blood on her.

"Jessica", Sam repeated and hated himself the Winchester way because apparently he was only able to utter her name.

With guarded caution, she lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek. This time the sob escaped, followed by a rivulet of fresh tears. Overwhelmed, Sam closed his eyes and rested his cheek in her warm hand. Her thumb gently wiped away his tears, a gesture Sam had yearned for. Another warm sensation rested on his other cheek and he opened his eyes to see Jess, his Jess, cupping the teary messy that was his face.

Rubbing her thumbs in delicious circles, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The sound that erupted from Sam's throat was somewhere between a sob and a guttural moan. Her lips were warm and soft against his wet, quivering ones. Her hands disappeared and tangled into his soft locks, grasping at them, pulling his face closer to he, pressing her lips harder against his. Sam wanted nothing more than to stay frozen in this moment forever, to hold her close to his heart and to never let her go. Only if his arms were free!

Suddenly, alarm bells began to ring in his ears as something dawned on him. He was cuffed to a chair which meant Jess was still in danger from whatever that was abducting blonde girls. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Sam pulled his head away from her. "Jessica," he panted, breathless from the kiss, "You have to get out of here. Get help. Go find Dean. Go, before whatever took you returns!"

Jessica just stared back clueless as if he was speaking in a language that she didn't understand.

"Jessica, go!" Sam shouted, trying to shake her off her dazed state. Why wasn't she listening to him? "Go, before it comes back"

"But what about you, Sam?"

"I'll be fine. Just go! Get out of here!" the urgency in Sam's tone was too hard to miss. He had lost her once, he wasn't losing her again.

"Okay, okay!" Jess replied, breaking out of her confusion. "Get Dean."

She pulled herself away from him, looking around for an exit. Catching the sight of the stairs leading to a wooden door, she leaped towards it. Sam caught a breath or two of relief but it was short-lived because not few steps away from the stairs to the basement door, she halted and turned.

AN: Intrigued? Yes? no? If you want the next chapter please review and let me know.