Author: Lauren.
Rating: Rated M.
Character/Pairing: Jessica Moore, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam/Jess.
Summary: Still in my heart this moment or it might burst.
Disclaimer: The storyline and AU scenario is mine. I claim nothing else.
Author's Note: I love them. So freaking much. I know it's kind of short, but I've already got another update ready so ya. Review if you read, kay thanks bye.
That night he clung to her like a drowning man and she'd never felt so close to someone in her whole life. So she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life because something told her that this was a phase for him. That he'd move on. But she never would. She never could. She didn't ever, ever want to.
Crashing and hushed voices and a strained silence and light. Pop. Light.
"Sam?" she sounded husky, and her lips felt swollen on her face, betraying exactly what they'd been doing all night. And who was this guy? Good looking and shorter than Sam and smiling at her.
Girlfriend? Who was that? Jess wanted to look around the room to check he wasn't talking about anyone else. Someone who was more presentable than her in her Smurfs t-shirt and mismatched striped shorts.
My brother. Dean. Really? She remembers his name, it catches in her brain, something Sam only mentions on special occasions and when he does it's with intensity. Anger. Sadness. Regret.
And he's hitting on her. Typical. She feels awkward, which hardly ever happens and she knows it's because of Sam. The normal Jess Moore would have been returning fire and making jokes about her pyjamas and probably bedding this Dean character before the night was over. But he's standing right by her, he moves like, like. Protectively. Is that possible?
They're talking about family and Sam tenses and Jess hates being put in the middle. In the end they're downstairs and she hunches up in the hallway, listens for snatches of words. Dad and poltergeist and Amherst and devil's gate and Chilton.
Then she's pressing herself into the sheets and hugging her arms around her body and praying that Sam's coming back to her.
And he does. But he's leaving. If she's the girlfriend, then she's going to start acting like one. Ask ten million questions, none of which he can answer, starting with 'when are you coming back?'
He throws stuff haphazardly into a bag and she can't help but feel a flash of envy in the pit of her stomach. He'd drop everything to go with Dean, would he do the same for her?
When he holds her against him, runs a hand through her hair, breaths her in for a second, she almost tells him the truth. Almost tells him about the gun loaded with rock salt she has hidden in her bedside cabinet underneath condoms and chap stick (she has all the flavours, she can never quite decide.)But she's too scared and he's too leaving and God she'd break his legs if she thought it'd make him stay.
Then it's all tail lights and corners and gone. She sits up until morning on the laptop, but it's all just staring at a screen. Waiting to press the enter button.
Searching for Samuel Winchester.