Jess was curled on the couch; the lamp light tinted the right side of her face, reading H.P. Lovecraft. Her blonde curly hair fell across her face as she read; she flicked it back behind her shoulder and jumped as she saw Sam stood in the doorway from their bedroom.
"What are you doing up?" Sam asked, stifling a yawn. He slumped down on the couch next to her.
"I couldn't sleep, I er...it doesn't matter. You couldn't sleep either?' She asked.
"Yeah I-I guess I'm nervous about this interview tomorrow" His voice cracked from tiredness as he spoke. He reached into her pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one up. Jess kicked him lightly, "I thought you said you would quit" she said sincerely.
"Tomorrow" he said, probably for the thousandth time, "I promise." As he exhaled the smoke he wafted it away from Jessica, he knew she hated the smell. Jess returned to her book, occasionally glancing at Sam through the corner of her eye. Sam took the hint, he took a last long drag, then smiled at her whilst stubbing out. She put down the book and looked at him, "I love you" "I love you too" he whispers back, kissing her hand. He lays himself down, resting his head on her lap. Sam thought of the first time he told her he loved her and how nervous he'd been that she wouldn't return the kiss.
He felt Jess hand slide through his hair. "You need a haircut" she stated, before standing up, letting Sam's head fall against the couch cushion.
She returned holding hair scissors. She had done this so many times before she didn't even need to ask; Sam got up and sat on the coffee table. She sat behind him and began snipping at his hair.
When she finished she sat with her legs crossed on the coffee table, her shoulder leaning into Sam's. "We should probably sleep now." she yawned "Big day tomorrow and all that..." He nodded, his eyes heavy with sleep, and they traipsed back to bed.
Sam woke with a start an hour later, after hearing a loud clang coming from within his apartment.
It was Dean.
As Sam walked away from the burning building, tears rolling down his cheeks, he pulled his 20 pack from his pocket and threw it to the ground. He had promised.
Months later and Dean was bitching at him to cut his hair, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just let his hair grow, because Jessica wasn't there to cut it and he blamed himself.