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“That’s amazing.” He sat up and let out a whistle. “1952. That was so long ago. Did you-I mean, are you adjusting to the different eras? It must be so different from home.” He took a sip of his drink before setting it back down. Talking to Jessie was like talking to a living, breathing history book. It was hard for him to believe it was actually happening.
The Doctor sounded pretty amazing as well. “And The Doctor…is he just a time traveler? How did he get access to, what was it? The TARDIS?” He wasn’t going to go so far as to ask to meet the man but a tiny part of him hoped that maybe one day they’d cross paths. He looked away shyly as she winked at him, pretending to be fascinated with the napkin in front of him. He looked back up at Jessie slowly, “I could use some friends. Gets…lonely when it’s just Dean and I sometimes. I mean, I love my brother but it’s nice to have someone else to talk to.”
Jessalynn nodded, “You people are so different. It’s like I’m in a wacky tv show where everything is perverted in some way or another. I know I have my vices, but I liked to keep them hidden. It seems like people of this time don’t really care who sees what part of them. It’s all so cold and impersonal. It’s been so hard to try to act ‘normal’ while keeping the home-town girl from ‘52 still inside of me” Jessie slyly placed her hand on the table, her lonely, cold, hand to see if he would notice. Maybe he’s take hold of it, maybe they’d be done with dinner and he’d take her for a walk and sweep her off her feet. Jessie had never been much of a dreamer but her body was begging her to get close to this boy, fast.
“Oh, he’s so much more than a time traveler” Jessalynn’s eyes sparkled with love for a man that she barely knew. He drove her absolutely insane…in all the right ways.
“He’s an alien. No one else can run his Time machine, it’s all his. He treats the darn things like it’s his wife. Anyway, The Doctor never ages. in looks at least, he’s nine hundred years old. He regenerates when he’s about to die. Oh, Sammy, he’s the most amazing creature I have been blessed to know.” She let herself calm down a bit, listening to Sam’s words about friends.
“Honey, don’rt I know it. The girls back home…well.. I wasn’t exactly ‘popular’ all I wanted to be was a detective and they all thought I was the most queer person. I didn’t have friends….so it’s nice to be getting to know you and Dean. You two are some of the finest men I have met. Fine in all aspects of the word, mind you.”
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Sam swallowed, suddenly nervous and excited by this knowledge. “Where have you been?” He shrugged, “Or when even? I mean, can you talk about it at all?” Taking a deep breath, he leaned back as he looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry. I’m just throwing questions at you and…it’s just so interesting.” To be honest, Sam hadn’t been this thrown off in a while. It took him a second to get his bearings.
“I’m not saying I have a monopoly on the knowledge of all things weird and bizarre but…I just never expected this.” He leaned over the table, his elbows propped up with his hand under his chin. “I’ll shut up now. But I’d love to hear more.” He gave Jessie a smile, enamored by more than just her good looks.
“No, Sammy, you’re perfectly fine” Jessie swirled the straw in her cup around in circles, pausing for time. She loved how excited he looked, really, he was the first boy to look at her like that [well other than the Doctor]. She offered Sam a smile, a sweet one this time and started in on the short-and-sweet version of her story.
“We started in Chicago, 1952. He picked me up right before this dull guy was going to propose to me. ” Jessie let out a small sigh and continued “We moved around to a couple different planets in the future, I don’t really remember all the names.” That was a lie, she just didn’t want to let him in on the whole secret “We saved Britain multiple times, oh Sammy it was fantastic. My heart raced and we ran so fast, they never even had a chance. The Doctor is truly an amazing fella’, Sammy, he always gave the evil guys one last chance before doin’ ‘em in. Then we finally ended up here. The TARDIS is having a little bit of trouble so we’ll be stuck here for a while. Not that I mind, I like making new friends” Jessie winked at him and took a sip from her cup. Loving the glint in Sam’s eyes.
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“The Doctor? Doctor who?” It was an awful lot for Sam to absorb at once. Time travel? Monsters and demons were one thing but time travel? He shouldn’t have found it so far fetched. Sam had read theories on time travel and when he was younger, he even attempted it…to try and bring his mom back. But he was seven and seven year olds have wild imaginations.
He offered her a soft smile as he picked at his salad. “I just-this is new territory for me. That’s all.” He was tempted to tell her that Sammy was a little kid from way back when but he didn’t really mind when she used the nickname. It felt different to hear someone other than Dean say it, but not weird.
Jessalynn giggled, “You know, that’s what they all say. But, it’s just ‘The Doctor’” She grinned almost devilishly, happy to have confused him so much. It was her favorite thing, confusing people, making them squirm.
“New territory for Mr. Monster hunter? Well I’m happy to be your first, Slim” The innuendo was intended. Jessie sat back in her chair, studying the handsome man in front of her. She wondered how long it would take him to offer to jump her bones, because ‘boys only want one thing’,right? Right.
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