A/n: Everyone has their own idea on how Sam and Jess met. The only thing we know is that "Brady" introduced them. This is just one idea that I had about their introductions to each other. For all of you who are reading/have read Behind Green Eyes," this isn't a piece of of it because although Dean is mentioned, he isn't actually in this. However the time this takes place does match up pretty well.

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Chapter 1

"It's Sam, right?"

I was right in the middle of studying for a particularly difficult test that I had to take tomorrow in legal writing, when I heard my name. The curious person of course could be talking to someone else. I mean, I'm not the only Sam on the campus. I had turned my head up from my book and notes to look at whoever it was that had said my name. A young woman with wavy long blond hair that hung several inches below her shoulders and blue eyes that appeared to be glowing with warmth was staring down at me. She looked me right in the eyes and flashed a sweet smile. I tried to return it, but I'm pretty sure mine had come across more like a creeper then a charmer. Talking to girls, especially pretty ones, was not really my forte. No, that was more of my big brother's. The woman in front of me was not just pretty, she was nothing short of gorgeous.

"Uh...yeah, that's right?" I responded.

"Sam...Win...ston?" She asked squinting at me cocking her head slightly. My mouth turned up in a way that I usually used when my brother use to say something sounding all confident but was completely wrong. It was like my "you're not even close and it's kind of funny" grin.

"Close, it's Winchester," I corrected her politely. I still found it impressive how she even remembered my name honestly. Sure we had a class together and I'd seen her around, but we had only talked once and that was when a neutral friend of ours, Brady, had introduced us to one another at a party I had been adamant that I wasn't going to attend. Her cheeks turned a light pink as she gave me a different kind of smile. It was that "oops, awkward" kind that girls gave sometimes when they said something they wished they hadn't. That kind of giggly showing of the teeth before biting her lower lip smile.

"I'm so sorry," she laughed.

"Don't mention it..." I racked my brain trying to think of what her name was. What had Brady said it was? "An-gel-a?" I asked slowly.

"Jessica," she said "but you were close." I huffed a small laugh and shook my head. Good going Sam, way to fail at remembering her name.

"Sorry," now it was my turn for an awkward smile.

"No worries," she said waving a hand at me. There was an uncomfortable silence between us and I was hoping we could be done so that I could study some more. "Do you mind if I sit?" She asked pointing to the empty chair across from me at the table that I had set myself up at in the cafeteria earlier that morning. I motioned for her to take a seat with my hand Palm up in its direction and then went back to my notes. "You're a man of very few words, aren't you Sam?" She asked me. Once again I tore my eyes away from my studying to look at Jessica.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked her.

"Not at all, it just means you're more of the strong silent type," she said simply. I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I just smiled and nodded. "You always sit inside all alone?"

"Uh for the most part, yeah," I responded with another nod.

"You should go out and enjoy the day, get some sun. What are you, a vampire?" I know she was teasing, but she also didn't know what I knew.

"Nope just your average Joe," I said a bit unnerved. If she had noticed, she didn't comment on it.

"Don't you have any friends?" She went on. I was never going to get any work done.

"Uh, sort of. I mean I have Brady," I said trying to keep the irritation from reaching my voice. I reached over and took a sip of my coffee I had purchased from the cafeteria roughly a half hour before.

"How about a girlfriend?"

Luke warm coffee sprayed from my mouth like a defective water fountain and I went into a coughing fit. She looked at me with a weird mix of what looked like concern and humor. Once the last of my coughs were gone and at least half of the students that had been in the same area as me had turned their annoyed gazes from me back to whatever it was they were doing, I formed a fist and pounded it once on my chest clearing out whatever may have lingered.

"I um...no."

"Really? You seem so sweet though. Also really intelligent and if I can be so bold without causing you to choke again, cute."

Coming from her, it had been a compliment. Jessica was like one of those girls you would see around campus with a group of popular people flocking around her like she was some goddess. The kind you would swear one day you would see in some runway or in a Victoria's Secret commercial. I may have been busy with school, but it wasn't like I had been too busy to really "look" at her before. She had a beautiful face sure, but also a gorgeous gracefully body. She was tall, and thin with a nice...um chest, and legs that went on for days. Definitely model material. So I had little to no clue what she found so intriguing or "cute" about some 6'4 gawky nerd such as myself.

I cleared my throat "so, what's your major?" I asked politely changing the subject. I was NOT my brother. Had she said that to him, he would have already took her by the hand and led her away to someplace more private so they could get to know each other better. I didn't really know what to say or do when it comes to flirting with girls. Try as I may and no matter how many times I had watched Dean do it, I just came out looking like a freak. Normal "boring" conversations are much more my speed when it comes to talking to girls. Of course, Dean would say that it's because of that dull nerd talk that I never got laid, but at least I was able to socialize in some way. Dean had two ways of socializing: if you were a guy, a teacher, or any other authoritative figure, he was a smartass. If you were a hot chick or a means to getting something (only if you were a female), it was with his power to render you helpless and smitten. Neither of which I thought were necessarily healthy ways of interacting all the time, but they seem to work for him...except when he would come home looking like he was at a fight club thanks to his mouth.

"I want to be a nurse," she said proudly. "It just seems like a rewarding job, you know?" I smiled at her respectfully.

"Yeah, a job helping save lives has its rewards," I had known what it was like and honestly, it was the only part of a hunt I had enjoyed. "It can also take its toll on you though."

"That's alright with me, I don't mind a bit of hard work. What about you?"

"Law," I replied. She quirked an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"You want to be a lawyer?"

I hitched a shoulder "yeah, why not?" Jessica put her hands up in surrender.

"Hey, not knocking it. To each it's own. Why a lawyer?"

"I don't know, I guess I like the idea of helping people too you know? Help them stand up against bullies in a way."

"And what about the people who ARE the bullies? The criminals who have murdered someone or the person who has robbed somebody of something?"

Jessica had a point, I guess I just had been focused on the good.

"I guess I will just have to cross that bridge when I come to it," was my response. I could tell how she kind of flinched that time she had sensed my irritation. I know I talked about my brother's mouth, but I wasn't always a saint either. I was known to be moody and impudent myself.

"Sorry," I replied softly giving Jessica a look of sincerity. She just smiled and shook her head.

"No don't be sorry, I pried," she responded moving to get up from the table.

"Wait..uh..." before I knew it, I was speaking out loud and my hand was resting gently on her arm. She stopped, blue eyes searching me. I felt for her. I tried to keep so much of who I truly was inside, so afraid that a piece of my past would slip out. At the same time, there was something about her that brought something else to the plate. Something that I have never felt before mixed with a feeling I was only too familiar with. I didn't know much about her, in fact all I knew was her name, a friend we had in common, one class we both took, and that she wanted to be a nurse. I was so busy trying to hide from everyone, so afraid that my prior life would affect me so negatively that I would lash out or be seen as a freak, that I was starting to push away the one person who had made me feel so...normal. Like all my life I hadn't been dealing with creatures people thought only exhausted in books, movies, and nightmares. I felt my heart beating against my chest the moment my hand touched her arm. At first all I could do was stare into her shining blue pools, locked inside her as if I myself was searching deeper. Finally my senses returned and I quickly pulled my now clammy sweaty hand off of her. I gulped a few times, trying to rid my throat of the lump that now inhabited it, making it impossible to do anything other than to stutter. "It's fine, really. I'm just uh...I just uh...I'm um...not use to anyone really asking me so many questions. You know?" She sat back in the chair and nodded.

"I understand completely." I let go of a breath I didn't know I had been holding in. Maybe all hope wasn't lost just yet. "Tell you what, how about we go out for coffee at Wanda Cuppa and we play a little game of 20 questions. Say...5:00pm? I promise it will be less hot seat and more evenly distributed."

I smiled, hopefully not like some freak, and nodded my head. Little did she know that no matter what I asked her, I was truly going to be in the hot seat should she ask anything about my family life. The chances she wouldn't were about as slim as my Dad showing up and telling me he forgave me and supported my choice to leave my family and the family business.

"20 questions, my favorite game," I replied looking down at the table and then back at Jessica. "Sounds like a deal." Her face light up and I felt my heart stop momentarily. For a second I thought I had swallowed my own tongue.

"Alright, it's a date," she giggled. "I'll see you in a few hours Sam Winchester." As she rose from her seat across from me, I found that I rose with her. My knees were a bit unstable, but hopefully I played it off like I was completely calm about it. Just trying to be gentlemanly. She laughed a bit and I couldn't tell if it was at me or...no it definitely had to have been at me. Our eyes locked again and then she turned and walked out of the cafeteria. As she went, I felt as though she had taken the sun and all its warmth with her and I was left alone and now in the dark.