I'm sorry I never update, I'll try to be better about it! This chapter has spoilers for season one, if you've seen Bloody Mary, you should be good.

He's lying on the bed, eyes closed. Nothing is out of the ordinary, not a thing, until a wet drop hits his face. He flinches and groans, thinking their apartment must have a leak. Right above their bed, too. He'd talk to Jess about moving the bed until it was fixed. Another drop hit his face, and he opened his eyes to see not a leaking wet spot on the ceiling, but Jess. On the ceiling. Her face was frozen in a scream, her nightshirt soaked with blood. Blood. That was what was dripping on his face. "No!" he screamed. "Jess!"

Someone was shaking him. He flailed around, trying to get them off. He had to save her. "Jess!"

"Sam, I'm right here! Wake up!" He opened his eyes to see her holding onto his arm, looking terrified.

He stared at her for a moment, reality setting in. It was a dream. Again. Jess was safe in bed next to him. A breath that he hadn't realized he was holding rushed through his lips. "Oh god…"

"Nightmares again?" Her face was still a bit pale, probably from being woken up by him screaming her name, but the fear in her eyes was replaced with concern.

"Yeah…" he rubbed his temples. The headache that usually followed these dreams was setting in. It reminded him of the migraines he used to get, but not nearly as strong. He hadn't had a migraine like that since before his birthday, and he was incredibly grateful.

She pulled him into her arms. "It's okay, Sam. I'm okay."

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. Her warmth kept him in the moment, reminding him that she was alive, that this was real. "I don't know why I keep having them."

"You're probably stressed. I get nightmares a lot when I'm stressing over something." She had pulled back enough that she could rest her forehead against his, but she was still rubbing his back.

"Probably." His heart was still pounding, and he wasn't too eager to close his eyes again anytime soon. These nightmares seemed so real, it scared the living hell out of him. He was rather grateful they had decided to move in together, as it was always easier to deal with them when someone else was around. Plus, he could be assured that she was safe without scaling the side of her dorm to look in her window.

Her other hand came up to rest on the back of his head, bringing him back from his thoughts. "I could think of a way to help you relieve some stress and help you sleep."

His heart started racing again, but for a different reason. Smirking, he snaked his arms around her waist and shifted so she was on his lap. "And that would be?"

She leaned in to kiss him deeply. "You have to guess. But it involves a lot more of this," she kissed him again, "And a lot less of this." Pulling back slightly, she grabbed the hem of the tee shirt she slept in, and pulled it over her head. He pulled her back down to kiss her again and whispered, "Sounds like a pretty good idea."

After, as he was falling asleep with her in his arms, he thought about rings. They had been together for going on three years, and he hoped it would be so much longer. She was incredible. She was everything he wanted, and he loved her. It still amazed him that she loved him back, with all his secrets and nightmares. He decided that a single diamond would be perfect. Whispering, "I love you," he fell into nightmare free dreams.

Yes, kind of corny and lovey and stuff, but I felt like we needed some of that, with all the pain of the previous chapters.