Somebody I Used to Know

Chapter 1:

Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse was happy with her life. Sure it had its ups and downs, but what life doesn't? It had been ten years since S.H.I.E.L.D had given Bobbi her life back. She had been working undercover, pretending to be a girl named Jessica Moore. She was investigating a man named Sam Winchester and his connection to the supernatural. She hadn't got very far with him, but that was okay, it was designed to be a long haul undercover operation.

Bobbi remembered the fire and how it burned her skin. Stuck to the ceiling of her apartment wasn't really how she planned on going out, but after lots of not-so-legal operations and a few spells here and there, Bobbi was herself again. It only took three years to get back on her feet. The last thing Bobbi expected was to come face-to-face with the man she had been investigating. The man who thought she was dead.

Sam stared at Bobbi and took in her appearance. "Jessica?" He murmured in shock. She wasn't the Jessica he remembered. Her hair was brown and she was wearing a cat-suit. She had two metal night-sticks in her hands; they still had a bit of blood on them.

"Sam." Bobbi breathed in reply. Suddenly, two Hydra agents dropped from above them. Bobbi reacted immediately, smacking one across the face and shoving him into one of the buildings in the alley before turning and snapping the other guy's neck. Sam stared wide-eyed.

"Who are you?" Sam asked, his voice almost breaking.

The sound of Bobbi's radio shattered the silence. "Mockingbird, do you copy? Mockingbird?" Came Colson's voice. Bobbi released a shaky breath she didn't realise she was holding.

Bobbi reached up and answered her radio. "Yeah, I'm fine. I copy. There are two Hydra goons in the alley I'm in. One dead, one unconscious. Can you give me a minute?" Bobbi asked.

There was a pause. "Sure. Over and out." Colson replied.

Bobbi turned to Sam. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Bobbi said, her voice cracking slightly. "You were so sweet and funny. After I burned on the ceiling, after they got me out, they wouldn't let me see you. They wouldn't let me say sorry. It took me three years to get back on my feet. I-I am so sorry Sam."

Sam pursed his lips, one single tear falling down his face. "Was any of it real?" He asked, wiping the tear away. "I loved you Jess, I loved you so much. If that's even your real name."

"Bobbi," Bobbi said, cutting Sam off. "My name is Bobbi."

"Bobbi?" Sam asked.

"It's short for Barbara. Look, it was real Sam, it was very real. That was part of the reason why they wouldn't let me see you, because I was falling in love with my target. I was falling in love with you. I was compromised" Bobbi said. A tear fell down her face. "I wish I could take it back."

Sam swallowed. "You burned?" Sam asked, meeting Bobbi's eyes.

Bobbi nodded. "Yeah, I did. On the ceiling of our apartment." Bobbi replied. She chuckled humourlessly. "Wasn't the best night of my life."

"Yeah it wouldn't have been," Sam said, then he shrugged. "If it's any consolation, if it makes you feel less guilty. I could have saved you. I had been dreaming about you death, for days before if happened. I just thought they were nightmares."

Bobbi laughed. "So you are connected to the supernatural!" Bobbi said. "That's why I was there. I was investigating you. For supernatural activity."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He asked. He chuckled. "Well, I haven't have any visions like that for about eight years."

Bobbi smiled. "Really? What caused you to have visions anyway?" Bobbi asked, genuinely curious.

"When I was exactly six months old, a demon named Azazel put some demon blood in my mouth, giving me demon powers." Sam said. "When the demon died, so did my powers… mostly."

Bobbi raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'mostly'?" Bobbi asked.

Sam rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "I kind of became addicted to demon blood. It gave me powers and strength and so on." Sam said. "I became a bit of a junky, but I've been clean for about five years."

Bobbi nodded. "At least you're clean now." Bobbi said.

Sam nodded. He sighed. "So, what have you been up to?" Sam asked her.

Bobbi grinned at him. "That's classified." She replied.

Sam laughed. "So if you told me, you'd have to kill me?" Sam asked, grinning back.

Bobbi smirked. "Pretty much!" Bobbi laughed.

There was a rattle from something around the corner. Bobbi pulled out her pen and grabbed Sam's arm. "This is my personal number." Bobbi said. She looked up at him and smiled. She pulled him down slightly and kissed him on the cheek. "Call me sometime, if you want to." She said. And then Bobbi turned and ran off down the alley.

Dean came up behind Sam. "Who was that?" Dean asked, having only arrived a few seconds ago.

Sam shrugged. "Just somebody that I used to know." Sam replied. He turned from Dean and headed for the Impala.