Sam awoke to soft kisses on his eyelids and cheeks. Jessica's nails lightly tickled along his chest and he smiled, drowsily opening his eyes. "Hey, baby," she said peering down at him.
"Hmmmm," he mumbled, brushing at her hair.
"Happy Birthday."Her lips met his, slightly skimming across before pulling back. "Twenty-One. Legal."
Rolling his eyes, Sam scoffed. "Yeah, big deal."
Jessica's warm blue eyes met his and Sam's heart did a little flip. Tugging at her hair gently, he pulled her towards him. This kiss was a little longer, a little harder. Sam sighed against her lips, when she broke away. "I could make you breakfast? I got some of your favorite things."
Sam's arm went around her waist pulling her closer as he shook his head. "I like you just where you are."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah." His nose ran along her neck, and he nibbled at her ear before whispering, "God, I love you."
Jessica turned her face to his. "I'm supposed to say that. It's your birthday."
Sam buried his fingers in her hair and kissed her, long wet kisses full of promise and desire. Clothes came off. Skin met skin, and Sam made Jess forget all about birthdays and breakfast.
-xx—
Jessica was standing in their little kitchen, swaying softly to the music. She wore one of Sam's t-shirts and it swung around her legs as she danced. Pouring some batter in the skillet, she smiled, thinking about the morning and the day ahead. She wanted it to be special for him. Birthdays should be special and it made her sad that Sam had no family here to be with. She hoped his brother would call.
Hands gripped her hips, and she grinned as she turned. "It smells amazing in here. What are you cooking?" Sam gave her a quick kiss before looking over her shoulder at the food spread out on the counter.
"Pancakes and scrambled eggs. I have strawberries." Picking one up in her fingers, Jess placed it against his lips. Sam took a bite and Jessica's head fell to the side as she watched him chew. Sam cocked an eyebrow at her his mouth forming a cocky smile."What?" she asked innocently.
Sam's phone chirped from the other room and he reluctantly let her go to answer it. Curious, Jess followed him. The phone continued to ring as she came around the corner. "It's Dean," Sam said, a small frown marring his features.
"Well... answer it. Maybe he wants to wish you a happy birthday."
He shook his head and threw the phone on the bed. "We'll just end up arguing."
Quickly, before he could stop her, Jess grabbed the phone off the bed and pushed the answer key. "Jess!" Sam scowled, as she pushed the phone at him.
"Talk to him."
"Sam?" The voice on the other end came through. Sam stared down at the phone. "Sammy?"
Warily, he placed it against his ear. "Yeah... yeah, hi."
"Hey, just wanted to wish my little brother a happy birthday."
"Ok, thanks." Sam muttered, starting hard at the floor, trying to remember the last time he and Dean had even talked.
"Any plans for the big night? You're twenty-one now, you should celebrate."
"Just hangin' with a few friends nothing special." Sam sighed, and swallowed, "Dean, why'd you call?"
"What'd ya mean? It's your birthday."
"So?" Sam knew he sounded like a dick, but come on, he hadn't spoken to Dean or his Dad in years.
"Look, Sammy…"
"Don't call me that."
"Okay… Sam. About the past year, man, Dad …"
"I gotta go." Sam muttered; he did not want to get in another discussion with his brother about family obligations and their dad.
"Sam…"
"Thanks for calling, I'll talk to ya soon."
Dean sighed heavily on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, okay. Happy Birthday."
After hanging up, Sam sat on the bed as the last moments he had spent with his dad and brother played through his mind - the angry words between him and his dad, Dean's utter lack of support.
"Hey." Jessica said softly, taking a seat next to him and lightly brushing her fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry. I just thought... I mean you hardly ever talk about Dean, but when you do you seem so sad. I thought talking to him would be a good thing."
Sam smiled ruefully, and glanced up at her. "My brother and I's relationship is complicated."
"Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you?"
"No, probably not." Sam frowned; telling Jess about his life was not something he planned on ever doing.
Jessica looked away from him, an edge of sorrow touching her heart. If only he'd open up to her more. But that was Sam, and she'd known that from the moment they'd started dating. He was closed off and secretive and sometimes a bit paranoid, but she loved him. She hoped someday he would explain things more to her. Taking his hand, she stood and tugged. "Come on, let's go eat your breakfast before its cold. I put a lot of work into making it for you, ya know."