SPN: She Gives and She Takes {Sam/Jessica}
Title: She Gives and She Takes
Author: aerithqoc
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Fairy!Jessica
Warnings: Mild language, extremely mild sexual content and character death.
Word Count: 4750
Disclaimer: None of the characters, places or things mentioned in this fic belong to me.
Summary: The moment Jessica first laid eyes on Sam Winchester, she knew that was it. She knew that she would belong to him forever.
A/N: So yes, this is my entry for worldwide_spn. It’s the only one of the MANY ideas that I actually got finished in time haha. This is a bit of an AU with Jessica actually being a “Lianhan Shee” (AKA a love fairy... from Ireland) and how Sam unwittingly caught her. It’s an old but wonderful legend I heard of years ago and I um... don't actually know how this story turned out so long but I hope everyone enjoys it!
And if you want more information on the Lianhan Shee and other creatures from Irish myth mentioned in this story, please check out this site here.
~ * ~ * ~
The moment she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester, she knew that was it.
She knew her fanciful days of flirting and tempting and casually killing were done with.
Jessica knew she belonged to him and that she would belong to him until the day she died.
~ * ~ * ~
Jessica’s home in Ireland was small but comfortable. She was secluded in a tiny corner in the Western side of the island and she was often lightly teased by her brothers and sisters in the neighbouring counties for being one of those types of fairies but she honestly loved where she came from.
Her family lived in one of the only Hawthorne trees of the bunch within the Fairy Fort and when she was younger, Jessica enjoyed flitting from branch to branch and picking flowers from that tree with her family and her extended brothers and sisters.
And when she grew up and left the safety of the Fort, she had a different sort of fun than tree hopping.
When she came of age and that hunger sparked within her, she went into town and found the young man who would take away that emptiness inside her and beckoned him with the brief flash of eyes the colour of Byzantium. And he went to her, silly boy, and she swallowed him whole and left nothing behind but the tears of his friends and family.
It wasn’t her fault by any means, she couldn’t help it. It was simply in her nature to be a seductress.
The locals had a name for the branch of her family, the branch that lived exclusively in the Hawthorne trees; the Lianhan Shee.
Men and women alike would flock to her, admire her and spend all their time with her, they would cherish her and lavish her with gifts of gold and silks and their hearts and often, with shame she had to admit, quite literally offering the hearts of others.
In return, she would love them with all the affection she could afford before the thrill of a new plaything wore off and she lured them into the nothingness to be done with them.
She sometimes felt regret, even sadness at the loss of the lives of the nearby towns though with each passing year those feelings fell away until she lost the will to concern herself with those emotions any longer. Men and women were mourned for but it she couldn’t care as much for them.
She would find them, fuck them and be done with them just as quickly but even then it all got rather... tedious. Boring.
And so she fled her home in the Fort, like the rest of the Lianhan Shee did, and moved across the country in search of excitement and new things. She travelled to one of the cities and signed up for college but only occasionally did she cast out her powers to lure in the prey, craving the energy and the sex and the passion and feeding on it like it was nectar.
Eventually, she even escaped Ireland itself and on a plane of all things (her mother and father would have balked at the idea of her flying using anything other than the strength of her own wings) but as much as she loved her homeland, she needed more now than ever before and so she went.
And when she landed on American soil, she inhaled the heavy air there and smiled.
New territory.
Fresh meat.
~ * ~ * ~
Jessica was sitting in a cafe, drinking the espresso that the man behind the bar had gifted to her, and sighing.
The barista’s eyes never left hers as he made an attempt at casual flirtation, never realising what she really was or what she’d done or how she’d abused her powers to infatuate him to the point of a free beverage.
But Jessica was in no way interested. He was dull, the faded orange aura the man told her that much.
The whimsy of her new life over in America had ended very quickly. The novelty of being on new soil revealed to her that no matter where she went, it all ended the same way.
Taking all the love offered to her by all the men and women she could garner and swallowing it whole, leaving them with nothing.
Lately, she had even made a few slip ups in that area too as the newspaper on the table exclaimed;
“Hunt for missing students continues...”
No one had ever called her on it, which almost made her even more disappointed. One of the killers of her kind would’ve made things a lot less boring if she could try her tricks on them. At least it would be a challenge.
But then again, that would be too much of a threat to the life she had built up here.
She had continued on her chosen path of near normalcy (well, as much normalcy as a fairy who had a penchant for sex and murder could possibly have) and was currently in the final months of her first year at Stanford University. She had even made some human friends over in this part of the world without even having to use her powers. Jessica had even found a small bunch of her own kin living amongst the populace and enjoying this lifestyle, which made all the world of difference.
Having midnight tea in the woods during the moonlight with her fairy companions was the highlight of her month and hearing all the stories from the Deirdre, the Ban Sidhe posing as a medical student, was always enjoyable.
Her life was good, it was fun - but it still wasn’t enough.
The hollowness within her that couldn’t be filled with just love and sex was too much, she needed more than this.
And somehow, sitting in that cafe whilst sipping espresso and ignoring the barista’s longing gaze, she found it.
A young man entered the place and Jessica was thrown back at the sight of him. He was tall, very tall, with lush brown hair and bright eyes to match and he had a figure that certainly held muscle underneath his baggy clothes and he was talking to the barista with a bright grin on his face.
He was gorgeous, undoubtedly, but the way he held himself, crouching inwards with his hands in his pockets, it was like he was trying to hide away and be as unassuming as possible to anyone around.
But something about him was interesting, not even remotely boring like he wanted. It was fascinating.
And his aura was a gorgeous red colour, swirling vividly upwards like smoke but there was a dash of something in there - Something exotic, new.
Jessica smiled and raising her cup with both hands, her eyes glistening wildly as she fixated herself on this human.
She could have fun tearing apart this one.
Jessica only lowered the cup when the young man finally turned around. He gave her a small smile when he noticed her watching and she laid out her power, sent it directly at him in an undeniable wave of want.
But that smile never wavered, it never changed even slightly. The look in his eyes did not grow into burning love nor dim beyond relaxed interest.
He just tilted his head at her and left the shop with his coffee in hand.
Jessica felt that rush of astonishment in her heart and she had to place a hand on her chest as it pounded just too loudly. The final warning her family gave her before she left home now echoed in her mind on a loop and she willed it all away.
It was only later that she discovered from the barista, who happened to be a good friend of his, that the man was named Sam Winchester and he was a law student.
‘Sam Winchester,’ she repeated in her head with a longing gaze towards the door, ‘the first person to ever resist me.’
~ * ~ * ~
Jessica knew it would be easy to get the barista to introduce her to him but she didn’t want to risk the barista interfering. The last thing she needed was Sam thinking a jealous friend was after her first.
Over the next few days, she hung around the building where most of the law classes were held, hoping to get a glimpse of that wonderful red aura, so unique and spicy, that her mind had yet to let go of.
Greens and blues and oranges and pinks and purples swirled by her over the next few days and the only reds she spotted were faded like rain (dwelling on painful memories, she supposed) but still no Sam.
Eventually, on the fourth day, she saw him leaving the building with his head ducked low.
“Sorry, excuse me. Excuse me!” It took a moment for him to realise that he was the one Jessica was trying to call. “Hey there!”
“Um, hi?”
“Um, yeah hi! I don’t know if you remember me. I saw you, the other day... at the Java Hut?”
“Yeah - yeah! I remember. So... uh... how are you?” He asked her it with a small blush creeping across his face and she grinned at him.
The small talk was more than a little infuriatingly and she longed to just spread her wings out, grab him and fly away. The lure from her powers may not work, but perhaps the promise of some unforgettably mind-blowing sex surely would.
Except she wouldn’t and she knew that she couldn’t. Not to him.
“Listen I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab a cup of coffee with me sometime or something?” She said with a small bounce and bit her lip, aiming for coy.
“Wow - well, sure. A cup of coffee sounds good. I’m free tomorrow if you wanna do it then?”
She had class all day tomorrow, she had no time for coffee. “Absolutely. Here, let me give you my number...”
Sam had to rush on for another class soon after they exchanged numbers and he mumbled his apologies as he moved on down the path.
He looked back at her for a long moment before he finally ventured out of sight and she chuckled at the small hint of longing in Sam’s gaze that maybe this could be something more.
It was a strange laugh though, one of intrigue but with a hint of almost resignation.
Walking home, she ignored every aura and every interested glance that came her way because none of them mattered anymore. Not when all she could hear was her grandmother’s final warning to her before she left her home so many years ago;
“Not everyone is immune, my child. Mark my words. Eventually you will meet someone who will be able to resist even your charms. And on that day it shall be you who will belong to them. Whether you like it or not you’ll be bound to them. Forever.”
~ * ~ * ~
It was in her nature.
As a Lianhan Shee it was her nature to seduce or be seduced. And Jessica could seduce absolutely anyone with ease and make them love her until their dying breath.
But she couldn’t do that with Sam, never Sam.
And that had nothing to do with the unbreakable oath that had snapped into place between them since that fateful moment in the cafe. He was interesting in a way none of those other humans were.
Sam treated her to movies and ice cream and coffee, he told her jokes and anecdotes that his brother had taught him and he sat with her and talked all night about how he travelled all his life for his father's job and about all the different places he went to and people he met.
In return, she told him about Ireland. She told him about how it always rained where she lived but that never stopped her from climbing the trees and running around the fields when she was young. She played songs for him on the tin whistle she'd brought with her and she made him boxty and potato bread and stew and told him how she helped her mother make these things back home. Sometimes aftwards, she would feel upset and Sam would smile and tell her it was okay to be homesick.
They lived different lives now but it was that very thing that connected them the most.
Sam treated this normal life with a reverence that she once understood, that she once held in her hands when she’d escaped from the fort a long time ago back in a small corner of Ireland.
Being with Sam made her feel just as alive and free as she did the moment she’d left the safety of the enchanted trees back home.
With him, everything was wonderful and they kissed and had sex and it was all great, and soon she found they had reached the stage where they could comfortably say they were in a relationship and she could call him her boyfriend.
‘Surreal’, her mind whispered as she watched Sam sitting at the desk in the bedroom and looking over all his books on law, ‘It’s all so surreal.’
When she moved downstairs and into the kitchen, she could hear the hiss of her name. It took a moment before her gaze landed on the powder blue eyes of her friend Roisin waving at her from behind the window.
With a careful glance at the stairs to make sure Sam couldn’t hear her, she snuck outside into the darkness.
Roisin awaited her in the air, the navy twinkle of her wings in the sparse light of the night speaking of a desperate urgency. Jessica took of her top and let herself go in that moment and her own velvety purple wings burst from her naked back as she took off, following her friend across the sky at ease in knowing that no one could see them unless they allowed it to be so.
“What’s this all about Ro? Sam could’ve seen you!”
“That’s what I’m here to talk to you about! I found out something about your boyfriend that you need to know!”
Jessica tensed and her eyes flashed a violent violet. “What is it Roisin?”
The other girl stayed quiet for many moments until soon she halted in midair and pointed down at the ground.
She was pointing at two men who stood against a monstrously huge car, both of them gazing at files worth of papers.
“Hunters?” Jessica hissed and Roisin nodded.
“They’re here about the disappearances.”
Jessica couldn’t miss the almost accusation in that tone. Of course the disappearances were her fault, she needed to eat. Recently though, she had been good with that. She had Sam now to feast on and as her master, he could never die from her hunger.
But still, hunters had appeared and that had put their entire little community in jeopardy. Jessica just clucked her tongue thoughtfully and began to descend towards the ground. “I’ll take care of them.”
“No you can’t!”
The blue girl shouted and blocked her path towards the men.
“Why not?! They’re here because of me, Ro. We need to get rid of them.”
“I was gonna do that ages ago except I was listening in to them and Jess... their names are John and Dean Winchester.”
“What?! No - No, you can’t think...”
“I know. One of them even said something about a brother nearby. They said the name Sam.”
Jessica’s stomach dropped as she stared down at the two men, only just making out the tops of their heads from her vantage point in the sky. It would be so easy to kill them right here and now and be done with it but... they were hunters. And they were here to see Sam.
“My Sam is a hunter?” She shook her head. “I can’t believe it.”
“You’d better believe it Jess, and you’d better stay away from Sam ‘cos he’s bad news.”
“I can’t...” Jessica mumbled, watching the two men climb into the black car and drive away to God only knew where.
“You have to Jess! Sam could find you out and then what would happe-”
“I said I can’t!” Jessica snapped and Roisin recoiled, her head dipping and Jess frowned apologetically. “Sam is... he resisted me, Ro. I can’t leave him.”
Roisin’s eyes widened and her face fell like a great tragedy had befallen. “Oh Jess, you can’t get away from him ever. He owns you.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. I feel something different for him than the others, and that’s not the bond talking.” Jessica frowned. “I’m sorry about the hunters, it won’t happen again. If we hide they won’t find us.”
She turned around and left before Roisin could respond and flew as fast as she could back to Sam, grabbing her top and flinging it on quickly before returning inside.
“Hey? Where’ve you been?” Sam popped his head up when she entered the room and turned to her with a smile.
But Jessica didn’t reply. Her words were gone. Now she looked at Sam and saw him for what he truly was. Her feelings for him never wavered for a moment, oh no, if anything, they only strengthened.
For when she looked at his aura, she finally understood.
That red that always surrounded him it was a colour of deep despair and pain but it was also adventurous and bold, with a hint of something dangerous that scorched through him like a flash of yellow or gold. She knew now.
Sam was heat and flames and ash - he burned like fire.
~ * ~ * ~
On a warm, autumn night, Sam had taken her out for a special meal. It was for their six month anniversary apparently though Jessica hadn’t realised that was even a thing, she was too used to leaving her lovers long before six days had even passed let alone six months.
Although this was different, she had never been linked to someone like her instincts had linked her to Sam.
Things had never been better for them, rather than falling apart like her fairy kin had hoped for. Sam and Jessica had become closer than ever despite her knowledge of his past as a hunter. But she wasn't about to let something like that come between them when, after all, she had her own secrets too. So she decided that they would cross that bridge if they ever came to it.
And it was supposed to be a special occasion. Sam wore a nice suit and she wore a nice dress and they went out somewhere that their poor student finances could barely afford but they didn’t care.
It was just after dessert, when she was finishing off the crumbs of her white chocolate cheesecake, that Sam gave a smile like a conspiracy at her and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“What’s with the look, Sam? You’re making me worried.”
“Maybe you should be.” He said with a wink and a raised eyebrow, but the lilt in his tone said he was nervous. She let that slip.
“Oh? And why’s that?” Her smile shifted towards demure as she reached over to grab that hand he was resting on the table, threading their fingers together tightly.
Sam’s eyes sparkled in the candlelight as he reached his other hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box, burgundy in colour with a golden ribbon tying it together.
“For me?” He nodded and she bit her lip. “But I- I didn’t get you anything.”
“It doesn’t matter. Open it.”
Jessica pulled her other hand from Sam’s and carefully pulled apart the ribbon and the paper and opened the black box underneath. There, sitting in a white satin cushion, was a beautiful silver bracelet.
“It’s... it’s... I don’t know what to say!” She laughed and it came out wet with emotion.
Sam only grinned at her. “How about that you like it?”
“I love it, Sam. It’s too much - thank you!” Sam walked around the table and helped her with it until it rested loosely on her dainty wrist.
She kissed him and they quickly paid the check and rushed back to their home, the one they’d moved into off-campus only a little while ago.
They made love that night, hot and impassioned, hands clutching tightly together and hot breaths whispering across heated skin.
She reached out with her powers and swallowed all of the adoration and affection within him that he gave freely to her, the rich emotions filling that void in her soul and making the wings hidden beneath her skin itch to burst out and flutter with pleasure.
Together with his flames and her own aura of green and blue, of the woods and the sky, they merged and danced and howled into the night.
And afterwards, when their heartbeats began to settle, he cupped her face with one of those giant hands of his, and locked their eyes together for the longest of moments and whispered to her.
“I love you.”
The starburst in her chest was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
Jessica allowed tears to leak from her eyes, joyous and happy tears, as she softly replied those same words back. He wiped her tears and kissed her again.
Jessica knew that she belonged to Sam, even without her nature dictating so, because she had never loved another like she did him.
But she knew now, here in this bed and wrapped tightly around him, that Sam belonged to her as well.
~ * ~ * ~
It was the happiest she had ever felt in her entire life and that’s why she knew it would eventually come to an end.
Sam Winchester, despite being a hunter of fairly extraordinary proportions with a spark inside that was strong enough to resist even her quite reputable “charms”, was clueless to it all. His eyes still sought a perfect ring for her pretty finger when really they should have been seeking out the perfect gravestone.
Jessica felt the ill omens approaching far too quickly lately. Roisin and the rest of Jessica’s fairy brethren from this side of the ocean often came to her many nights, weeping by the windows and causing frightful rumours to spread around the campus.
The Dullahan sailed past her window one fair night, the giant, black Clydesdale he rode upon rearing angrily as she approached it. With blood dripping from the Dullahan’s fingertips, he reached out and stroked her cheek, red streaks raining down her pale skin in sweet mourning and she clasped a hand over his hand in a silent apology.
They all wanted to save her. But she sent them all away.
Jessica didn’t know how she was going to die, only that it would come soon, and so she delegated herself into spending her remaining days on this earth with the only one she ever cared for.
She even spent hours in the dead of the night, when Sam slept and she could only worry, cutting the skin of her arm and painting his forehead with symbols and words rich with heritage and power in her own blood. They were protection sigils from a land that Sam would probably never know.
At least it would protect him somewhat for the moment. How long they would last after her death though, Jessica didn’t know.
However, the greatest omen came not in the form of fairies or banshees or the sort; it was a human. More specifically, it was the brother of her beloved.
He snuck into their house on a cool, October night and Jessica’s eyes shot open at the sounds of scuffling, at her boyfriend fighting an intruder in their home. She could feel something inside her stirring angrily at the person that dared to enter uninvited and she hissed, the unnatural glow in her eyes flaring to life after being dormant so long.
She flung out of bed, gliding quickly around and down the stairs, her hair waving like an angry veil behind her but when she heard the whispers up ahead...
“Dean, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I was looking for a beer.”
... she froze in midair.
It took a moment for her to regain her composure and lower herself to the ground before she entered the room.
Dean Winchester’s eyes roamed over her body the second she entered the room and she frowned, reining back the natural thrall her body exuded and stepping backwards.
Sam went to her side immediately, wrapping an arm around her shoulder; protectively, possessively, perhaps even showing off a tiny bit. It made Jess bite her lip to restrain the grin.
But the humour was quickly lost when Sam’s face fell and he excused himself and his brother from their home only to return some time later with a clearly fake story about his father deer hunting in a cabin somewhere.
Jessica’s hands shook as she spoke to him, pleaded with him to stay, to not leave her, to not go out and die and break them.
“What about the interview?”
“I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days.”
“Sam! I mean, please!”
Sam smiled and kissed her like it was all going to be okay, that he was going to be back in no time at all and she closed her eyes and nodded.
She sat for the entire weekend, washing clothes, tidying the house and studying for her upcoming finals; anything to keep herself busy.
Jessica stopped at one point and thought of the ring Sam had picked out, sitting in the back of the cupboard, hiding in the midst of clothes and old files from classes past like she would never know and she prayed that she would live long enough for him to offer it to her.
The moment she got the phone-call from Sam on Sunday night that he would be home in a couple of hours, she could feel the relief flood through her and she couldn’t stop grinning the entire day.
For a moment, a tiny, crazy moment, she actually let herself believe her brothers and sisters were wrong.
Then there was a knock on the door and there stood Brady, one of her human friends, smiling an unnatural smile and waltzing on in like he belonged there. Minutes later, Jessica cursed herself for being that naive even for just a tiny, crazy moment.
Though she fought hard it was futile. Her hands clawed and dug into his face hard enough to draw blood and her wings beat against her skin hard as she hit the wall but that only caused more pain. She even tried to throw her lure against him but it was no use at all.
Jessica couldn’t fight the demon within her old friend as it pinned her to the wall and rolled her up to the ceiling. With her diminished powers, she never stood a chance against a creature such as him.
The demon snidely murmured apologies, that it was “nothing personal, just business” before he lit the fire inside her belly, a tiny spark ready to ignite into an inferno at just the right second.
It wasn’t until Sam came through the door, she tried to open her mouth and croak a warning but he couldn’t see and couldn’t hear her.
When he fell back onto the bed with a tired sigh and closed eyes, Jessica felt the wail from within her soul for him as her blood dripped from her body and hit his forehead, circling the protective marks that none but her could see.
The red aura around him darkened and burst outwards in rage and fear and desperation at the same moment the demonic fire exploded within her.
It was a sad fate but one which told of the bitter irony of her existence; She could never live without him, but he would live on without her.
It was how everyone had lived for her and now, it was how she would die for him.
‘How funny,’ she thought as that unnatural fire consumed her whole.
The moment she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester, she knew that was it. She knew her fanciful days of flirting and tempting and casually killing were done with.
Jessica knew she belonged to him, and that she would belong to him until the day she died.
She just never dreamed that day would come so soon.
“Goodbye Sam...”
~ * ~ * ~
Author: aerithqoc
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Fairy!Jessica
Warnings: Mild language, extremely mild sexual content and character death.
Word Count: 4750
Disclaimer: None of the characters, places or things mentioned in this fic belong to me.
Summary: The moment Jessica first laid eyes on Sam Winchester, she knew that was it. She knew that she would belong to him forever.
A/N: So yes, this is my entry for worldwide_spn. It’s the only one of the MANY ideas that I actually got finished in time haha. This is a bit of an AU with Jessica actually being a “Lianhan Shee” (AKA a love fairy... from Ireland) and how Sam unwittingly caught her. It’s an old but wonderful legend I heard of years ago and I um... don't actually know how this story turned out so long but I hope everyone enjoys it!
And if you want more information on the Lianhan Shee and other creatures from Irish myth mentioned in this story, please check out this site here.
~ * ~ * ~
The moment she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester, she knew that was it.
She knew her fanciful days of flirting and tempting and casually killing were done with.
Jessica knew she belonged to him and that she would belong to him until the day she died.
~ * ~ * ~
Jessica’s home in Ireland was small but comfortable. She was secluded in a tiny corner in the Western side of the island and she was often lightly teased by her brothers and sisters in the neighbouring counties for being one of those types of fairies but she honestly loved where she came from.
Her family lived in one of the only Hawthorne trees of the bunch within the Fairy Fort and when she was younger, Jessica enjoyed flitting from branch to branch and picking flowers from that tree with her family and her extended brothers and sisters.
And when she grew up and left the safety of the Fort, she had a different sort of fun than tree hopping.
When she came of age and that hunger sparked within her, she went into town and found the young man who would take away that emptiness inside her and beckoned him with the brief flash of eyes the colour of Byzantium. And he went to her, silly boy, and she swallowed him whole and left nothing behind but the tears of his friends and family.
It wasn’t her fault by any means, she couldn’t help it. It was simply in her nature to be a seductress.
The locals had a name for the branch of her family, the branch that lived exclusively in the Hawthorne trees; the Lianhan Shee.
Men and women alike would flock to her, admire her and spend all their time with her, they would cherish her and lavish her with gifts of gold and silks and their hearts and often, with shame she had to admit, quite literally offering the hearts of others.
In return, she would love them with all the affection she could afford before the thrill of a new plaything wore off and she lured them into the nothingness to be done with them.
She sometimes felt regret, even sadness at the loss of the lives of the nearby towns though with each passing year those feelings fell away until she lost the will to concern herself with those emotions any longer. Men and women were mourned for but it she couldn’t care as much for them.
She would find them, fuck them and be done with them just as quickly but even then it all got rather... tedious. Boring.
And so she fled her home in the Fort, like the rest of the Lianhan Shee did, and moved across the country in search of excitement and new things. She travelled to one of the cities and signed up for college but only occasionally did she cast out her powers to lure in the prey, craving the energy and the sex and the passion and feeding on it like it was nectar.
Eventually, she even escaped Ireland itself and on a plane of all things (her mother and father would have balked at the idea of her flying using anything other than the strength of her own wings) but as much as she loved her homeland, she needed more now than ever before and so she went.
And when she landed on American soil, she inhaled the heavy air there and smiled.
New territory.
Fresh meat.
~ * ~ * ~
Jessica was sitting in a cafe, drinking the espresso that the man behind the bar had gifted to her, and sighing.
The barista’s eyes never left hers as he made an attempt at casual flirtation, never realising what she really was or what she’d done or how she’d abused her powers to infatuate him to the point of a free beverage.
But Jessica was in no way interested. He was dull, the faded orange aura the man told her that much.
The whimsy of her new life over in America had ended very quickly. The novelty of being on new soil revealed to her that no matter where she went, it all ended the same way.
Taking all the love offered to her by all the men and women she could garner and swallowing it whole, leaving them with nothing.
Lately, she had even made a few slip ups in that area too as the newspaper on the table exclaimed;
“Hunt for missing students continues...”
No one had ever called her on it, which almost made her even more disappointed. One of the killers of her kind would’ve made things a lot less boring if she could try her tricks on them. At least it would be a challenge.
But then again, that would be too much of a threat to the life she had built up here.
She had continued on her chosen path of near normalcy (well, as much normalcy as a fairy who had a penchant for sex and murder could possibly have) and was currently in the final months of her first year at Stanford University. She had even made some human friends over in this part of the world without even having to use her powers. Jessica had even found a small bunch of her own kin living amongst the populace and enjoying this lifestyle, which made all the world of difference.
Having midnight tea in the woods during the moonlight with her fairy companions was the highlight of her month and hearing all the stories from the Deirdre, the Ban Sidhe posing as a medical student, was always enjoyable.
Her life was good, it was fun - but it still wasn’t enough.
The hollowness within her that couldn’t be filled with just love and sex was too much, she needed more than this.
And somehow, sitting in that cafe whilst sipping espresso and ignoring the barista’s longing gaze, she found it.
A young man entered the place and Jessica was thrown back at the sight of him. He was tall, very tall, with lush brown hair and bright eyes to match and he had a figure that certainly held muscle underneath his baggy clothes and he was talking to the barista with a bright grin on his face.
He was gorgeous, undoubtedly, but the way he held himself, crouching inwards with his hands in his pockets, it was like he was trying to hide away and be as unassuming as possible to anyone around.
But something about him was interesting, not even remotely boring like he wanted. It was fascinating.
And his aura was a gorgeous red colour, swirling vividly upwards like smoke but there was a dash of something in there - Something exotic, new.
Jessica smiled and raising her cup with both hands, her eyes glistening wildly as she fixated herself on this human.
She could have fun tearing apart this one.
Jessica only lowered the cup when the young man finally turned around. He gave her a small smile when he noticed her watching and she laid out her power, sent it directly at him in an undeniable wave of want.
But that smile never wavered, it never changed even slightly. The look in his eyes did not grow into burning love nor dim beyond relaxed interest.
He just tilted his head at her and left the shop with his coffee in hand.
Jessica felt that rush of astonishment in her heart and she had to place a hand on her chest as it pounded just too loudly. The final warning her family gave her before she left home now echoed in her mind on a loop and she willed it all away.
It was only later that she discovered from the barista, who happened to be a good friend of his, that the man was named Sam Winchester and he was a law student.
‘Sam Winchester,’ she repeated in her head with a longing gaze towards the door, ‘the first person to ever resist me.’
~ * ~ * ~
Jessica knew it would be easy to get the barista to introduce her to him but she didn’t want to risk the barista interfering. The last thing she needed was Sam thinking a jealous friend was after her first.
Over the next few days, she hung around the building where most of the law classes were held, hoping to get a glimpse of that wonderful red aura, so unique and spicy, that her mind had yet to let go of.
Greens and blues and oranges and pinks and purples swirled by her over the next few days and the only reds she spotted were faded like rain (dwelling on painful memories, she supposed) but still no Sam.
Eventually, on the fourth day, she saw him leaving the building with his head ducked low.
“Sorry, excuse me. Excuse me!” It took a moment for him to realise that he was the one Jessica was trying to call. “Hey there!”
“Um, hi?”
“Um, yeah hi! I don’t know if you remember me. I saw you, the other day... at the Java Hut?”
“Yeah - yeah! I remember. So... uh... how are you?” He asked her it with a small blush creeping across his face and she grinned at him.
The small talk was more than a little infuriatingly and she longed to just spread her wings out, grab him and fly away. The lure from her powers may not work, but perhaps the promise of some unforgettably mind-blowing sex surely would.
Except she wouldn’t and she knew that she couldn’t. Not to him.
“Listen I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab a cup of coffee with me sometime or something?” She said with a small bounce and bit her lip, aiming for coy.
“Wow - well, sure. A cup of coffee sounds good. I’m free tomorrow if you wanna do it then?”
She had class all day tomorrow, she had no time for coffee. “Absolutely. Here, let me give you my number...”
Sam had to rush on for another class soon after they exchanged numbers and he mumbled his apologies as he moved on down the path.
He looked back at her for a long moment before he finally ventured out of sight and she chuckled at the small hint of longing in Sam’s gaze that maybe this could be something more.
It was a strange laugh though, one of intrigue but with a hint of almost resignation.
Walking home, she ignored every aura and every interested glance that came her way because none of them mattered anymore. Not when all she could hear was her grandmother’s final warning to her before she left her home so many years ago;
“Not everyone is immune, my child. Mark my words. Eventually you will meet someone who will be able to resist even your charms. And on that day it shall be you who will belong to them. Whether you like it or not you’ll be bound to them. Forever.”
~ * ~ * ~
It was in her nature.
As a Lianhan Shee it was her nature to seduce or be seduced. And Jessica could seduce absolutely anyone with ease and make them love her until their dying breath.
But she couldn’t do that with Sam, never Sam.
And that had nothing to do with the unbreakable oath that had snapped into place between them since that fateful moment in the cafe. He was interesting in a way none of those other humans were.
Sam treated her to movies and ice cream and coffee, he told her jokes and anecdotes that his brother had taught him and he sat with her and talked all night about how he travelled all his life for his father's job and about all the different places he went to and people he met.
In return, she told him about Ireland. She told him about how it always rained where she lived but that never stopped her from climbing the trees and running around the fields when she was young. She played songs for him on the tin whistle she'd brought with her and she made him boxty and potato bread and stew and told him how she helped her mother make these things back home. Sometimes aftwards, she would feel upset and Sam would smile and tell her it was okay to be homesick.
They lived different lives now but it was that very thing that connected them the most.
Sam treated this normal life with a reverence that she once understood, that she once held in her hands when she’d escaped from the fort a long time ago back in a small corner of Ireland.
Being with Sam made her feel just as alive and free as she did the moment she’d left the safety of the enchanted trees back home.
With him, everything was wonderful and they kissed and had sex and it was all great, and soon she found they had reached the stage where they could comfortably say they were in a relationship and she could call him her boyfriend.
‘Surreal’, her mind whispered as she watched Sam sitting at the desk in the bedroom and looking over all his books on law, ‘It’s all so surreal.’
When she moved downstairs and into the kitchen, she could hear the hiss of her name. It took a moment before her gaze landed on the powder blue eyes of her friend Roisin waving at her from behind the window.
With a careful glance at the stairs to make sure Sam couldn’t hear her, she snuck outside into the darkness.
Roisin awaited her in the air, the navy twinkle of her wings in the sparse light of the night speaking of a desperate urgency. Jessica took of her top and let herself go in that moment and her own velvety purple wings burst from her naked back as she took off, following her friend across the sky at ease in knowing that no one could see them unless they allowed it to be so.
“What’s this all about Ro? Sam could’ve seen you!”
“That’s what I’m here to talk to you about! I found out something about your boyfriend that you need to know!”
Jessica tensed and her eyes flashed a violent violet. “What is it Roisin?”
The other girl stayed quiet for many moments until soon she halted in midair and pointed down at the ground.
She was pointing at two men who stood against a monstrously huge car, both of them gazing at files worth of papers.
“Hunters?” Jessica hissed and Roisin nodded.
“They’re here about the disappearances.”
Jessica couldn’t miss the almost accusation in that tone. Of course the disappearances were her fault, she needed to eat. Recently though, she had been good with that. She had Sam now to feast on and as her master, he could never die from her hunger.
But still, hunters had appeared and that had put their entire little community in jeopardy. Jessica just clucked her tongue thoughtfully and began to descend towards the ground. “I’ll take care of them.”
“No you can’t!”
The blue girl shouted and blocked her path towards the men.
“Why not?! They’re here because of me, Ro. We need to get rid of them.”
“I was gonna do that ages ago except I was listening in to them and Jess... their names are John and Dean Winchester.”
“What?! No - No, you can’t think...”
“I know. One of them even said something about a brother nearby. They said the name Sam.”
Jessica’s stomach dropped as she stared down at the two men, only just making out the tops of their heads from her vantage point in the sky. It would be so easy to kill them right here and now and be done with it but... they were hunters. And they were here to see Sam.
“My Sam is a hunter?” She shook her head. “I can’t believe it.”
“You’d better believe it Jess, and you’d better stay away from Sam ‘cos he’s bad news.”
“I can’t...” Jessica mumbled, watching the two men climb into the black car and drive away to God only knew where.
“You have to Jess! Sam could find you out and then what would happe-”
“I said I can’t!” Jessica snapped and Roisin recoiled, her head dipping and Jess frowned apologetically. “Sam is... he resisted me, Ro. I can’t leave him.”
Roisin’s eyes widened and her face fell like a great tragedy had befallen. “Oh Jess, you can’t get away from him ever. He owns you.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. I feel something different for him than the others, and that’s not the bond talking.” Jessica frowned. “I’m sorry about the hunters, it won’t happen again. If we hide they won’t find us.”
She turned around and left before Roisin could respond and flew as fast as she could back to Sam, grabbing her top and flinging it on quickly before returning inside.
“Hey? Where’ve you been?” Sam popped his head up when she entered the room and turned to her with a smile.
But Jessica didn’t reply. Her words were gone. Now she looked at Sam and saw him for what he truly was. Her feelings for him never wavered for a moment, oh no, if anything, they only strengthened.
For when she looked at his aura, she finally understood.
That red that always surrounded him it was a colour of deep despair and pain but it was also adventurous and bold, with a hint of something dangerous that scorched through him like a flash of yellow or gold. She knew now.
Sam was heat and flames and ash - he burned like fire.
~ * ~ * ~
On a warm, autumn night, Sam had taken her out for a special meal. It was for their six month anniversary apparently though Jessica hadn’t realised that was even a thing, she was too used to leaving her lovers long before six days had even passed let alone six months.
Although this was different, she had never been linked to someone like her instincts had linked her to Sam.
Things had never been better for them, rather than falling apart like her fairy kin had hoped for. Sam and Jessica had become closer than ever despite her knowledge of his past as a hunter. But she wasn't about to let something like that come between them when, after all, she had her own secrets too. So she decided that they would cross that bridge if they ever came to it.
And it was supposed to be a special occasion. Sam wore a nice suit and she wore a nice dress and they went out somewhere that their poor student finances could barely afford but they didn’t care.
It was just after dessert, when she was finishing off the crumbs of her white chocolate cheesecake, that Sam gave a smile like a conspiracy at her and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“What’s with the look, Sam? You’re making me worried.”
“Maybe you should be.” He said with a wink and a raised eyebrow, but the lilt in his tone said he was nervous. She let that slip.
“Oh? And why’s that?” Her smile shifted towards demure as she reached over to grab that hand he was resting on the table, threading their fingers together tightly.
Sam’s eyes sparkled in the candlelight as he reached his other hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a box, burgundy in colour with a golden ribbon tying it together.
“For me?” He nodded and she bit her lip. “But I- I didn’t get you anything.”
“It doesn’t matter. Open it.”
Jessica pulled her other hand from Sam’s and carefully pulled apart the ribbon and the paper and opened the black box underneath. There, sitting in a white satin cushion, was a beautiful silver bracelet.
“It’s... it’s... I don’t know what to say!” She laughed and it came out wet with emotion.
Sam only grinned at her. “How about that you like it?”
“I love it, Sam. It’s too much - thank you!” Sam walked around the table and helped her with it until it rested loosely on her dainty wrist.
She kissed him and they quickly paid the check and rushed back to their home, the one they’d moved into off-campus only a little while ago.
They made love that night, hot and impassioned, hands clutching tightly together and hot breaths whispering across heated skin.
She reached out with her powers and swallowed all of the adoration and affection within him that he gave freely to her, the rich emotions filling that void in her soul and making the wings hidden beneath her skin itch to burst out and flutter with pleasure.
Together with his flames and her own aura of green and blue, of the woods and the sky, they merged and danced and howled into the night.
And afterwards, when their heartbeats began to settle, he cupped her face with one of those giant hands of his, and locked their eyes together for the longest of moments and whispered to her.
“I love you.”
The starburst in her chest was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
Jessica allowed tears to leak from her eyes, joyous and happy tears, as she softly replied those same words back. He wiped her tears and kissed her again.
Jessica knew that she belonged to Sam, even without her nature dictating so, because she had never loved another like she did him.
But she knew now, here in this bed and wrapped tightly around him, that Sam belonged to her as well.
~ * ~ * ~
It was the happiest she had ever felt in her entire life and that’s why she knew it would eventually come to an end.
Sam Winchester, despite being a hunter of fairly extraordinary proportions with a spark inside that was strong enough to resist even her quite reputable “charms”, was clueless to it all. His eyes still sought a perfect ring for her pretty finger when really they should have been seeking out the perfect gravestone.
Jessica felt the ill omens approaching far too quickly lately. Roisin and the rest of Jessica’s fairy brethren from this side of the ocean often came to her many nights, weeping by the windows and causing frightful rumours to spread around the campus.
The Dullahan sailed past her window one fair night, the giant, black Clydesdale he rode upon rearing angrily as she approached it. With blood dripping from the Dullahan’s fingertips, he reached out and stroked her cheek, red streaks raining down her pale skin in sweet mourning and she clasped a hand over his hand in a silent apology.
They all wanted to save her. But she sent them all away.
Jessica didn’t know how she was going to die, only that it would come soon, and so she delegated herself into spending her remaining days on this earth with the only one she ever cared for.
She even spent hours in the dead of the night, when Sam slept and she could only worry, cutting the skin of her arm and painting his forehead with symbols and words rich with heritage and power in her own blood. They were protection sigils from a land that Sam would probably never know.
At least it would protect him somewhat for the moment. How long they would last after her death though, Jessica didn’t know.
However, the greatest omen came not in the form of fairies or banshees or the sort; it was a human. More specifically, it was the brother of her beloved.
He snuck into their house on a cool, October night and Jessica’s eyes shot open at the sounds of scuffling, at her boyfriend fighting an intruder in their home. She could feel something inside her stirring angrily at the person that dared to enter uninvited and she hissed, the unnatural glow in her eyes flaring to life after being dormant so long.
She flung out of bed, gliding quickly around and down the stairs, her hair waving like an angry veil behind her but when she heard the whispers up ahead...
“Dean, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I was looking for a beer.”
... she froze in midair.
It took a moment for her to regain her composure and lower herself to the ground before she entered the room.
Dean Winchester’s eyes roamed over her body the second she entered the room and she frowned, reining back the natural thrall her body exuded and stepping backwards.
Sam went to her side immediately, wrapping an arm around her shoulder; protectively, possessively, perhaps even showing off a tiny bit. It made Jess bite her lip to restrain the grin.
But the humour was quickly lost when Sam’s face fell and he excused himself and his brother from their home only to return some time later with a clearly fake story about his father deer hunting in a cabin somewhere.
Jessica’s hands shook as she spoke to him, pleaded with him to stay, to not leave her, to not go out and die and break them.
“What about the interview?”
“I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days.”
“Sam! I mean, please!”
Sam smiled and kissed her like it was all going to be okay, that he was going to be back in no time at all and she closed her eyes and nodded.
She sat for the entire weekend, washing clothes, tidying the house and studying for her upcoming finals; anything to keep herself busy.
Jessica stopped at one point and thought of the ring Sam had picked out, sitting in the back of the cupboard, hiding in the midst of clothes and old files from classes past like she would never know and she prayed that she would live long enough for him to offer it to her.
The moment she got the phone-call from Sam on Sunday night that he would be home in a couple of hours, she could feel the relief flood through her and she couldn’t stop grinning the entire day.
For a moment, a tiny, crazy moment, she actually let herself believe her brothers and sisters were wrong.
Then there was a knock on the door and there stood Brady, one of her human friends, smiling an unnatural smile and waltzing on in like he belonged there. Minutes later, Jessica cursed herself for being that naive even for just a tiny, crazy moment.
Though she fought hard it was futile. Her hands clawed and dug into his face hard enough to draw blood and her wings beat against her skin hard as she hit the wall but that only caused more pain. She even tried to throw her lure against him but it was no use at all.
Jessica couldn’t fight the demon within her old friend as it pinned her to the wall and rolled her up to the ceiling. With her diminished powers, she never stood a chance against a creature such as him.
The demon snidely murmured apologies, that it was “nothing personal, just business” before he lit the fire inside her belly, a tiny spark ready to ignite into an inferno at just the right second.
It wasn’t until Sam came through the door, she tried to open her mouth and croak a warning but he couldn’t see and couldn’t hear her.
When he fell back onto the bed with a tired sigh and closed eyes, Jessica felt the wail from within her soul for him as her blood dripped from her body and hit his forehead, circling the protective marks that none but her could see.
The red aura around him darkened and burst outwards in rage and fear and desperation at the same moment the demonic fire exploded within her.
It was a sad fate but one which told of the bitter irony of her existence; She could never live without him, but he would live on without her.
It was how everyone had lived for her and now, it was how she would die for him.
‘How funny,’ she thought as that unnatural fire consumed her whole.
The moment she first laid eyes on Sam Winchester, she knew that was it. She knew her fanciful days of flirting and tempting and casually killing were done with.
Jessica knew she belonged to him, and that she would belong to him until the day she died.
She just never dreamed that day would come so soon.
“Goodbye Sam...”
~ * ~ * ~