Reunion

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

The characters of Jessica Moore, Sam Winchester and Luis Sanchez do not belong to me in any shape or form. I am merely using them for my entertainment purposes.

Author Note

Welcome to Reunion; story one in an ongoing saga which I'm hoping to write.

This story is actually completed you'll be pleased to know, I am merely polishing and editing as I go so even though I'm referring to it as a work in progress I guess it actually isn't.

The whole concept of the story came about during a conversation I was having with a friend. We were discussing the relationship between Dean and Sam and then she made the one comment which got me thinking "Just imagine how different everything would have been if Dean had been married when he came to get Sam in the pilot, everything would change wouldn't it because Dean would be changed. Ooooooo even better, I dare you to make him a father as well. You know that would be fun to read, you should write it"

At first I shook off the idea as ridiculous, there was no way that I was suitable to write a story like that, not only was every previous story I had written a Destiel one but I was also incredibly wary of creating a female character to partner one of the main characters, especially when that main character happened to be Dean Winchester. Own female characters tend to be destroyed in the Supernatural fandom but the thought of it wouldn't leave me alone. It was too delicious a theory not to give it a go so I began writing and once I started I found that I couldn't stop.

I never planned to publish it but I figured after all the hard work I put into it and the fact that its going to be around 100,000 words by the time I'm finished I figured that I kinda owed it to myself to give it a chance to be read on the off chance that there were people out there willing to give it a go so here it is…

This story is based on the pilot, reworking it to fit in with the concept of Dean being a married man and a father when he came to get Sam from Stanford to search for John. I've used all the dialogue I can from the original show but it has been expanded and changed. Having watched all the episodes from season one to seven back to back helps since the characters of Dean and Sam are pretty fresh in my mind still.

I've also spent a lot of time working on the 2D characters in the series, creating a back story for them and expanding their characterisation. You'll see an example of that in this chapter when it comes to Jessica and Luis (Luis is the guy at the bar with Sam and Jess at the beginning of the pilot) it's been great fun working on them both and making them into realistic characters!

Hopefully you'll enjoy it and will give it a chance! I tend to update weekly and the chapters tend to be a decent size so yep, here's hoping that you'll give it a chance!

Overall Summary

When Sam Winchester left for Stanford University to study law it never occurred to him that life for his brother Dean would go on without him, now his brother is back, needing help to locate their missing father but he isn't alone. Sam needs to figure out where he stands now and decide once and for all if he's a Winchester or not.

Chapter Summary

They were late yet again and Jessica knew that Luis wasn't going to be happy with them…

Overall Romances

Dean Winchester/Tansy Winchester (OFC), Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore and Troy Squire/Amy Hein.

Mentions of Troy Squire / Constance Welch and Joseph Welch / Constance Welch

Romance for this chapter

Sam Winchester / Jessica Moore

Chapter One

30th October 2005

20:19 PM

Sam Winchester's and Jessica's Moore Rented Apartment

25 Broadway Avenue

Palo Alto

California

Jessica Moore's Point of View

"Sam get a move on will ya, we meant to be outside the bar in ten minutes!" Jessica Moore called out, leaning briefly against the frame of the living room door as she forced her earring stud through the hole in her lobe.

There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to be late for the student party yet again, the same way they managed to be late for nearly every party to which they were invited.

Her boyfriend Sam was normally the most punctual man she knew, able to be ready in minutes if he thought it was for a worthy cause but the minute Jessica made the mistake of mentioning that they were going to a party or an event which involved socialising with a large group of people, then that punctuality which was normally so much a part of him would go flying out of the window as though it had never existed. He would suddenly become stubborn, his body stiffening as though he was going into battle as a gleam would come to the hazel eyes which would suddenly bore into her own. It was a look which Jessica was slowly beginning to dread seeing since it signalled that Sam would fight her every inch of the way, determined to get out of the party any possible way he could.

Suddenly from out of nowhere he would have countless of essays which needed to be completed or proof read so they were ready to hand in. If he didn't have that to fall back on then he would suddenly remember that he had a chapter in one of his textbook which he needed to be read and learnt off by heart for a presentation the next day.

On the rare occasion when Jessica would put her foot down threatening him with a sex ban if he didn't get his ass into gear and out of the door he would still manage to find a way to delay them further, taking ages in the shower or with his hair. He would even take ages over his clothes even though his sense of style was severely lacking in Jessica's eyes.

She could understand it if Sam was awkward or shy around strangers but she knew from past experience that he wasn't. Sam was the type of man who could walk into a room, attract everyone's attention and manage to charm the lot of them, somehow finding time during the night to mingle, speaking to every person who was at the party with the same interested look on his face as though he was actually listening when nine times out of ten Jessica was positive that he wasn't. On the few times she had joined him when he had been in mid conversation, the individual he was talking to would be blurting out their life history and any secrets they might have had. It was as though they took one look at Sam's face and just couldn't help themselves.

The only thing she could think of was that his reaction to it had something to do with his childhood. The childhood he never spoke about to her. There was no other explanation she could think of which would explain his sudden change in attitude.

Shaking her head, Jessica lowered her hands, glancing towards the large clock on the mantel piece which had been an heir loom from her grandfather and winced when she noticed that it was nearly eight thirty. Luis was going to be outside the bar doors in eight minutes exactly and he was going to be pissed when he realised that they weren't there to meet him.

The majority of their friends had accepted begrudgingly that any time Sam Winchester and Jessica Moore were invited to any party then they were going to be late to it. It didn't matter whether it was a birthday party or an anniversary of some description or a normal 'it's a Friday night lets get drunk for the hell of it' party, the pair of them would always arrive once it was in full swing and more then half of the guests were either high or drunk or sometimes a mixture of the both.

Some of them had tried to make them be on time by giving a false start time to them, informing them that the party was due to start thirty to forty minutes before any other guest was due to even arrive, but even that failed to work. Jessica was sure that there was something about Sam which made him able to tell when the start time was genuine or not. She would almost think he had some special mind power except for the small fact that she didn't believe in anything like that.

Luis Sanchez had always been different to the others though, refusing point blank to accept their inability to be on time to anything. The older man would simple argue that anybody, Sam and Jessica included, could be on time for any event if they simply planned for it in advance, the only time he accepted lateness was if the invitation was last minute.

It wasn't as though Jessica could even argue the point with him because she actually agreed with him but she refused to leave without Sam and if Sam was running late then it automatically meant Jessica would be running late even if she was sitting on their sofa, dressed and ready to go.

Luis had been the first friend Jessica had made at Stanford. They had ran into each other literally on her second day, making her drop her coffee to the ground though not before half of it had tipped itself over her brand new shirt which of course had happened to be white. Luis had apologised and insisted on buying her a new coffee to make up for his carelessness. For a moment Jessica had wondered whether the other boy was coming on to her and it had been an elaborate ploy to talk to her but since his second sentence to her had mentioned a long term girlfriend she figured that it wasn't.

He had demanded that they sat down for the coffee to make sure that it wasn't split again and began talking to each other, Jessica found him to be an easy listener and had began telling him about how homesick she was already and how different California was to Ohio where she was from. He had watched her closely, a thoughtful expression in his eyes as he took her number from her, flashing her a grin before he disappeared into the crowd leaving Jessica behind with her coffee and a ruined shirt.

She had been surprised when he turned up at her dorm room the next day, smile firmly in place as he invited her to be his plus one at a party one of his friends was throwing in one of the other dorm buildings. Jessica had glanced down at her outfit but Luis had brushed off her concerns, wrapping his hand around her wrist and dragging her out of her dorm with the same wicked smile as before.

The pattern continued for a while with Luis randomly appearing at her door with an invite to a party. They had been friends before she knew it, having lunch together when they could and casually hanging out. It was only when he had taken her to one of the events at the clubs he had joined and had insisted that she joined as well that she realised what he was trying to do. He filled her life with so many clubs and invites and nights out at the bar that Jessica hadn't found the time to be homesick for her family back home, any time her thoughts strayed to her parents or to her brother or sister then she would simply text Luis who would be at her door before she could blink with yet another invite or a movie in his hand for them to watch together.

It had been through Luis convincing her to go to their friend's Brady dorm party that she had even met Sam in the first place.

She owed him a lot and she knew deep down that she owed him better then to be late when she knew he needed her support for once.

The whole time they had been friends Luis had, had a girlfriend called Jasmine, who Jessica had met countless of times, she had known for a while that things had been going wrong between the pair of them but It had still come as a shock to her when Luis had met her at the quad for coffee and announced their separation. She had began to speak when he had stopped her, informing her that the only thing he wanted from her was for her to be standing at the connection bar entrance on the 30th at eight thirty to help him get shitfaced so he could even remember Jasmine's name let alone the pain he was currently feeling.

Jessica had promised she would be there at eight thirty, the same way she had promised that she would enter into the spirit of Halloween and dress up for the themed party which the bar had been advertising all around campus. Luis had shot her a searching look before he had shaken his head with a small snort of amusement, pointing out that she had never been on time for anything when she came with Sam. Of course at that point she had made the bet with him that she would.

A bet which had seemed like such a good idea when she had suggested it, since she had known that he would never say no, not when it went against his very nature to turn down any sort of challenge that he was presented with.

She should have really factored Sam into the equation before she had shaken hands with Luis, leaving him behind with a coffee and a pitying smile as she made her way to her next class.

According to the clock it was now eight twenty eight and they were still in their apartment. Even if they left that very second then they would still arrive late. The walk from their rented apartment to the other side of campus was a good twenty minute walk on a good day, a day which didn't involve Jessica wearing stupidly high heels which she could barely walk in. With those heels on it would take her and Sam about thirty minutes if not more to reach the connection bar.

Luis might have forgiven her if she had been five minutes late but there was no way he would forgive her arriving about nine o clock after giving her word to him. She knew that he would get over it, the same way he had gotten over all the other times this had happened but it still didn't change the fact that she had let him down when he needed her the most. God only knew how many lectures she was going to have to endure about their atrocious time keeping abilities before Luis was satisfied that she knew exactly how peeved he was.

Jessica sighed, running a hand down her short white skirt to make sure that it wasn't creased too badly from where she had kept it folded up at the back of her wardrobe. She had seriously gone all out this year and outdone herself with her costume. The slutty nurse's outfit she had managed to put together at short notice was guaranteed to blow Sam's mind when he saw it, or at least it would when he eventually managed to drag himself away from whatever it was that he was currently doing.

She glanced down at her red patent heels, frowning slightly at the throb of pain she felt around her toes, the shoes were clearly too narrow for her but there was no way in hell that she was going to take them off not when she knew that she wouldn't be able to get them back on again. She had no other shoes she could wear that would go with the outfit unless she wore her red converse trainers and there was no way they would go with what she had on, not if she wanted to look slutty anyway.

She would merely have to suck it up and ignore the pain as much as she could, if that didn't work then she would simply have to resort to getting drunk out of her head, that would definitely help numb the pain for her. She glanced down at the shoes again, a slow smile spreading across her face as she rotated her ankle. One night of discomfort and pain wasn't going to kill her especially when the shoes look damn good on making her legs appear endless.

She glanced towards the second bedroom, sighing in frustration as she turned to face it, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Sam!" she called out again. "Stop ignoring me! Are you coming with me or not? Luis is going to be at the bar any minute now." She rolled her eyes when silence met her, if she didn't know better then she would have assumed she was alone in the apartment for all the noise Sam was making.

God he had better be coming with her or she would kick his ass her self for making her wait for him. Jessica had no desire to leave him behind yet again while she went on alone. The last time she had been forced to do it had been to their friend Becky's flat warming party which she had thrown a few months previously. Not only had it been embarrassing to walk into the apartment alone and feel everyone's eyes on her but it had also been highly embarrassing to have to apologise to Becky for Sam's non attendance considering that Becky and her brother Zack were Sam's friends from his pre law course. In the end she had lied telling Becky that Sam was in bed recovering from a twenty four hour bug rather then telling her that he was in the library doing some last minute work.

That night had been the first time that they had fought with each other and even the memory of it had her wincing. It had been a shock to her system to discover how much unresolved anger had been hidden under Sam's easy going, pleasant façade. He had kept yelling how the course meant everything to him and how he had given up everything to succeed and get into law school and he wasn't going to let those sacrifices be in vain or let his brother down just so he could go to a stupid ass party.

He had apologised the next morning, taking her out for breakfast and promising that he would go to the next twenty parties if she wanted him to, perhaps she should have made him promise to be on time as well.

Pushing the memory of the argument from her mind Jessica sighed again, tapping her foot against the old wooden floorboards beneath her. If Sam took much longer to appear or did his usual trick of changing his mind last minute then Jessica would simply leave without him. There was no way in hell that she was going to cancel her evening just because he did, not when she knew that Luis was probably walking up to the bar looking for her and not when she had put so much damn effort into her costume.

Of course if she was forced to leave him behind then she would make damn sure that Sam was aware of how pissed off she was with him. Two weeks out on the couch should be enough time to make him realise how royally he had screwed things up. He would have to do some seriously grovelling before she would forgive him. This time his puppy dog look wouldn't work.

"Do I really have to go tonight?"

Jessica smiled at the reluctant, resigned note that was in Sam's voice. She twisted on the spot, tilting her head in surprise when she realised his voice was coming from the kitchen area. When the hell had he snuck past her to get into the kitchen? She blinked when he suddenly ducked his head around the door frame. Clearly one glance at the expression on her face was enough to answer his question for him, she watched with a raised eyebrow as he pulled a face before sighing and stepping into the living room where she was waiting fro him.

"I think we both know the answer to that question already Sam" she teased him, her eyes widening when he rolled his eyes at her making sure she caught the movement as his mouth twitched as though he was trying desperately to keep from smiling at her. "Don't even think about whipping the puppy dogs out at me, I've been working on it and I'm pretty sure I'm immune to them now so you'll simply be wasting your time," She stated, her eyes narrowing slightly as they scanned his features.

There was no doubt in her mind that Sam Winchester was one gorgeous looking man who could have easily been a model if he had chosen to be, god knew she had been out with him enough times to see the way people reacted to him, he had even been approached by modelling firms when they had been shopping though he had turned them down with an amused laugh.

Sam was exactly her type of man with his light brown hair that had a slight wave to it and his large, heavily lashed hazel eyes which always shone with amusement and intelligence as though the world and everything in it merely entertained him because he got it all already. His smile was lovely; wide and friendly revealing straight white teeth.

The fact that he was six foot four was a mere added bonus for Jessica who stood five foot eight in bare feet, being with Sam meant she could get away with wearing high heels without having to worry about towering over him.

The only thing which Jessica didn't like about Sam was the fact that he always appeared serious and lost in thought when he thought no one was watching him; his shoulders slumped down as though he had the weight of the world on them and it was slowly crushing him. Whenever she would ask him what was wrong or what he was thinking he would always wave the question off, swiftly changing the subject and making it beyond clear that he had no desire to talk about it with her.

"Look Sam" she stated firmly "Tonight with Luis is gonna be good fun and you know it, it always is after all."

Her eyes dropped away from his face to focus on his outfit, she sighed, bringing a hand to her forehead, she could feel a headache brewing already and she hadn't even started drinking yet. As far as she could tell Sam was wearing the exact same outfit which he had been wearing when he had come in from his afternoon lecture. A faded grey t-shirt with a slogan across it for a band she had never heard of, a light denim blue shirt over the top of it and a pair of worn jeans which had quite frankly seen better days. Unless Sam was going to the party as an unkempt student then he clearly hadn't bothered to dress up for the Halloween themed party.

"I know even before I ask this that I'm gonna regret it but where exactly is your Halloween costume Sam?" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips.

Sam laughed at her question, glancing down at his outfit and plucking at his shirt with his fingers before he lifted amused hazel eyes back to her, a wide grin in place causing his two dimples to appear in his cheeks, a clear sign that he truly found what she said amusing. There was something about those two dimples that made her want to poke her finger into them every time they appeared though so far she had resisted the urge.

"Come on Jess" he remarked, an undercurrent of laughter to his voice which deepened the tone sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. "Don't waste your breathe asking me questions which you already know the answer to. You've know for two years now how I feel about Halloween!" He tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised as he watched for her reaction to his comment carefully.

Jessica stared back, mimicking his raised eyebrow as she gave his point some consideration.

She couldn't deny that Sam had made his feelings about Halloween and how pointless the celebration was on more then one occasion, not just to her but to anyone who would listen to him. The one time she had mentioned it had been at Brady's dorm party, the very same one which Luis had dragged her to. It had been Halloween and everyone bar Sam had been dressed up, using it as a conversation starter, she had downed her shot and walked over to him, asking him where his costume was.

He had turned to her, his eyes giving her the once over before he had informed her in a bored voice that Halloween was a stupid holiday and that he refused to celebrate in on principle. If she gave him a proper holiday such as Christmas then he was all for it but he wouldn't make the effort for something as shallow as Halloween.

Jessica should have been turned off by him, but there had been a flash of something in his eyes which had intrigued her, making her stay when normally she would have walked away with a polite smile to speak to someone else. She had stayed with him the rest of the night arguing with him and trying to make him see what a great, fun holiday Halloween was because as much as he might hate it, she personally loved it but it had been hopeless. He hadn't been moved by her valid arguments points and had merely stood up and announced he was going home with a smile leaving without asking her for her number, she could still remember the pleasant shock she had had when she had walked out of her English lecture the next day to find him leaning against the wall, looking thoughtful as he waited for her, inviting her to come to lunch with him so they could discuss the other holidays.

The one thing Jessica had realised that night was that it would take someone with a great deal more patience then she did to change Sam Winchester's opinion over something once he had made his mind up over it, certainly in all the time she had been in his life she hadn't seen anyone manage it.

"Fine, you know what on this occasion you win ok" she said, throwing her hands into the air with a look of defeat. She turned from him and grabbed her red coat and small red clutch bag which she was bringing with her. "If people at the bar stop us to ask what you've come as we'll simply have to tell them that you have the imagination of a watermelon and have come dressed as a student." She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of his laughter and felt an unwilling smile come to her face when she saw his wide grin. "We're leaving now though Sam and by now I mean right this second or I swear to God you'll be sleeping on the couch for a week. Luis is going to kill us for being so late to meet him and I'm gonna tell him it was all down to you so he'll go easy on me with the lectures and focus all his attention on you instead." She remarked as she pulled on her coat, quickly buttoning it up against the cold weather she knew was waiting for them.

"You know Luis is a big boy Jess, the king of the campus if you believe what he says. I'm sure we can find more then one way of keeping himself occupied until we get there." Sam pointed out bluntly, a smile still lingering around his mouth as he grabbed his own coat from the back of one the dining room chair and pulled it on. "We'll clearly just have to drown him with shots until he forgets all about it. So knowing Luis and the fact that he's probably already started drinking we're talking about maybe three shot before he's declaring his love for us and telling us how we're the greatest friends ever."

Jessica giggled, shaking her head at him.

"Poor Luis, if he could hear you now he'd probably beat your ass for slandering his character" she remarked. "Having some shots tonight does sound pretty good though don't you think?" she remarked thoughtfully. Sam nodded the grin back on his face.

"Hell yeah it does, I'll race you to the bar, loser has to buy the first two rounds of drinks and has to deal with Luis at the end of the night" he remarked, flashing her a childish grin before he sprinted to the door, flinging it open and disappearing into the hallway.

Jessica rolled her eyes as she followed him out of the door closing it behind her.

Tonight was certainly going to be a good night. She could just tell.

Author Note

Thanks for taking the time to read, I know it's a bit of a monster of a chapter. I wish I could tell you the others are shorter but to be honest they are kinda the same length… good if you like long chapters of course