Title: How warm it was
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Eavan Boland.
Warnings: spoilers for pilot
Pairings: Sam/Jessica
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 375
Point of view: third
When Sam left, Jessica was two weeks late. After she went back to sleep that night, she dreamed of reading Shane to a little boy with Sam's eyes. He couldn't be more than eight and he was curled up in her arms, nestled against her chest.
It was a good dream, one of the best she ever had.
She woke on Saturday to an empty apartment and missed Sam so fiercely it ached.
But he'd be back. He said he would, and Sam never made a promise he didn't keep. She just had to be patient and wait.
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She bought a test Saturday afternoon, when she made the weekly grocery run. It was a lonely chore that day—usually Sam went with her. She also picked up the stuff to make cookies. He was better baker by far, but it'd be fun. It'd keep her busy, too busy to wonder and worry.
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Jessica had an exam on Monday. She couldn't focus enough to study, damn that Dean Winchester. What right did he have to bust back into Sam's life?
The caring, compassionate part of her whispered, Nate. Greg. She hushed it up.
Saturday, Jessica crawled into bed at nine and pulled Sam's pillow to her, buried her face in it. She cried herself to sleep.
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She had the dream again, reading Sam's favorite book to their son. She kissed his hair and heard Sam rattling around the kitchen.
"She hungry?" Jessica called, tickling their boy.
"I got it, Jess," Sam responded.
"Mama!" the little boy said, bouncing in her lap. "Read! 's'best part!"
She laughed and complied.
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Sunday evening, Jessica finally tried the test.
Before she learned the results, though, the shadow-man with golden eyes came for her.
Samuel Winchester—Mary's son—the shadow-man said, will never have children. It touched her face. You remind me so much of Mary. You have her fire.
Jessica tried jerking away and it smiled. Goodbye, Jessica Lee Moore. Know that your death made a difference.
She didn't ask, A difference in what? though she wanted to.
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Jessica wished she knew her babies' names. Wished Sam could explain what the shadow-man meant.
But she died with one last look at Sam and—
Guess Nate'll be an only child now.