This is a series of drabbles, all of them shorter than 500 words.
Pairing: Sam/Jo. Any reference to timeline is deliberately avoided. Imagine it happening whenever you like it best.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters of Sam Winchester and Jo Harvelle.
What Jo liked the most about her thing with Sam was that - even if it was a little sad and twisted and probably a bit sick here and there- it was true. There was no pretense, no tricks or predatory strategies. They both stood for what they were and for what they wanted. And, as weird as it may sound, that made what happened between them strangely pure. It was not like it could be the plot for a movie with Meg Ryan in it, but still. She had spent most of the life she could recall lying: at primary school when they asked her about the death of her daddy, to that prom date she had to abandon because of a poltergeist, to her mom, to most of the people she used to get information for her hunts.
At first, they did it in the first available place they found (being car or bar the basic options.) Afterwards, they would have a beer and small, slightly ackward conversations about trivial issues. Then, it changed. He changed it, actually. At least, that was what she preferred thinking. There was always a second time, softer and more intimate. And, hell, yeah, they still talked about stupid childhood anecdotes, and book recommendations, but every other moment there was a tiny confession, a slip of the tongue, one would say, almost as if their backs leaning against the header of her bed forced them to release something they had been treasuring. And that was true, like the raw needy sex was, like the beautiful words he used to whisper in her ear while he slowly took off her clothes.
I know it's not exactly 100 words long, so it's not technically a drabble, but many people use this label more widely, for texts shorter than 500 words. So that's my excuse for listing it as such.
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