"Come on, Sam! Just gimme a kiss!"
It was the end of their junior year at Stanford, and Sam and Jess were having a night in with nachos (Sam's pick) and a One Tree Hill marathon (Jess's pick). Currently they had finished the food and were blatantly ignoring the show in favor of mock-wrestling on the couch as Jess attempted to plant one on her boyfriend.
"No! We were just eating nachos, you'll taste weird!" Sam laughed, but allowed her to knock him over so she was on top of him, then kissed her first anyway. "See, you're gross!"
Jess stuck out her tongue, but reached for a pack of Altoids that were sitting on the table and popped one in her mouth before going in for another kiss. This time Sam graciously accepted.
"I love you, Sam." Jess said softly. Sam looked down in surprise; she was laying on top of him, her face buried against his chest, looking at the TV – but Sam could feel her holding in her breath.
She'd never said the L-word before to him.
"I love you too, Jess," Sam replied, quietly, effortlessly. He moved to stroke her hair, but found she had vanished.
Sam woke up in his motel room, breathing hard like he'd been running for miles and his face wet from crying. He glanced over to make sure that Dean was still asleep before getting up and leaving to find some coffee. There was no way he was going back to sleep after a dream like that.
Dean heard his brother shut the door. He really had to help that kid, before Jess's murder destroyed him from the inside out. He just had no idea how.
AN: I will stick to this headcannon about Jess being a OTH fan until it is violently ripped away from me. One day I'll actually introduce it to Dean…