Disclaimer: I own nothing. The universe and the characters Sami and Jesse are based on belong to Eric Kripke.

Sami Winchester's eyes flew open. Her breath came in labored gasps as she stared at the ceiling above her. Nothing was on it, but the image from her dream still burned in her mind. Slowly, she sat up and ran a hand through her long, wavy brown hair. A dream. Nothing more than a dream, she told herself. She fought back tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. She had had the same nightmare for three nights straight, and she had no idea what it meant. Taking a deep breath, she shoved the memory to the back of her mind. It's nothing, she told herself. Too many memories of horrors past.

Movement from the other side of the bed caught her attention. The lamp clicked on filling the small bedroom with light. Sami met the worried blue eyes of her boyfriend. "Sami? You all right?" he asked. "I'm okay, Jesse. Go back to sleep," she replied, trying to sound reassuring. Jesse sat up, his tossled hair reflecting gold in the light. He gave her a pointed look. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble. “This is the third night in a row.” Sami forced herself to smile as a placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure." Jesse didn't look convinced, but he let it go regardless. He took her face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “When you're ready to talk, I'm here,” he said.

Sami savored the kiss. Even after two years, he could still make butterflies dance in her stomach. “I know.”

Jesse reluctantly let her go and turned out the light. Sami felt Jesse's side of the bed jostle as he found a comfortable position.

She closed her eyes, guilt replacing the butterflies. She should tell him. She knew she should. Jesse had been nothing but wonderful since the day she met him. She was still surprised a gorgeous blond-haired, blue eyed football player would stop to help her pick up a stack of books she dropped.

But after being together so long, she couldn't bring herself to tell him about her family. How do you tell the man you love, the man you want to marry, that you were raised by your single father to be a hunter? How do you tell him you and your older brother have fought ghosts and monsters most people didn't believe existed? Sami watched as Jesse's breathing evened out. How do you tell him you've been having nightmares about his body plastered to the ceiling with flames engulfing him?


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