Reviewer Responses
Vincesbabe- Awwww, stop you're making me blush, LOL. Thanks for the wonderful review and the compliments. I agree, all us women could do with finding a guy as sweet as Sam (whether it be the Sam we envision in our fics, or the canon Sam from the show).
Airis-mcs- TEEHEHEHEHEHE! I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself and had to leave you all on that little cliffhanger. Besides, I felt 10 pgs was enough for now, lol. Please keep reading and reviewing. It's always nice to have another fresh opinion.
Ghostwriter- Glad you approve, and when are you going to write your 3rd fic with Jess, Sam and Dean? Hmm? hmm? Keep reading and reviewing.
LorGilFan- YAY! (pumps fist in air) I converted you from not only being a Dean/Cassie shipper to also being a Sam/Jess shipper as well. LOL, sorry I couldn't help myself. I agree, about the wedding happening before a demon could spoil it. Thanks for the help. TTYL.
CHAPTER 12
Jessica's eyes widened in surprise as Sam asked her to marry him. Not that she did not want to… far from it. As the shock of the proposal wore off, she felt tears fall down her cheeks and a wide smile form on her face. Looking in his eyes, she answered without any hesitation or doubt, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll marry you."
At her answer, a mile wide grin graced Sam's face as he shakily took her left hand into his and placed the ring on her left ring finger. "A perfect fit," he commented, the joy in his voice evident as he rose from the floor and swept Jess into his arms, whispering, "I love you so much," as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
The moment was broken by the sounds of the other customers and restaurant employees, within hearing range, cheering for the couple. Breaking the kiss, Sam and Jess looked at one another before they both blushed slightly.
Their waiter, who had overheard everything, chuckled as he brought over their dessert. "Congratulations Monsieur, Mademoiselle, on your engagement," he smiled, "here is your dessert. And is there anything else I can help you with?"
Sam and Jessica shook their heads. "No, thank you. Everything has been perfect," Jess answered with a smile as she looked at Sam, "but could you get us our check, please."
As their waiter placed the food on the table, Sam and Jessica retook their seats and began to dig into their desserts. On her third bite of her chocolate soufflé Jessica remembered the call she had gotten earlier from her dad and looked at Sam suspiciously, "Sam," she asked in an innocently sweet voice, "did my dad know you were going to propose tonight?"
Shooting her a sheepish glance, "Well, I did ask permission to ask you to marry me," he admitted, "I guess he just made guess that I would ask you tonight while we're on vacation."
Jess grinned, "Uh huh, so you set all this up…the restaurant and everything to ask me," she placed her fork on the plate and twisted the ring on her finger. Sipping his drink, Sam nodded. "Well, I think I'll keep you around," she teased, "you're just the kind of guy I need and want."
Sam swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn, she knows she's getting to me. God how I love her, he thought with a smile. Just then the waiter walked up and set the check down, "Here's your check monsieur. Is there anything else that we can help you with?"
Sam shook his head. "No thanks," he replied as he pulled out two one-hundred dollar bills and paid for their meals. The waiter took the money and the bill and made a quick retreat leaving the couple alone. Turning back to Jessica he asked, "Do you want to stay for a bit, or…"
"Let's head back to the hotel and relax and celebrate," she suggested, her voice just tinged with desire.
"I love the way you think," Sam replied as they made their way to the coat check.
Five minutes later, as they were getting into the cab, Jessica reminded Sam that they should call their families. Of course, Sam had agreed and they both dug out their cell phones.
As Jess told her mother about the dinner and the engagement, she realized a weight seemed to lift off her chest knowing that she and Sam were going to tell her parents the truth about their "little hobby".
Sam had called Dean's cell first, to tell his family the good news. And, well, let's just say Dean's reaction was what Sam had been expecting. Dean was happy for him and even swore he would be the one to throw his little brother his bachelor party; to which Sam replied, "There's nothing you can do to convince me to allow you to setup a bachelor party for me."
"Awww, come on Sammy. It's practically written in the by laws of marriage that the bride and groom each get one big party before you get hitched," Dean protested.
"No Dean," Sam replied with a laugh, "If I let you plan a bachelor party then you'll have hell to pay from Jessica."
Sam could just imagine Dean's grimace as he hastily replied, "Shit, you're right. All right, x-nay on the bachelor party then."
Jessica, who had already made her call, raised an eyebrow at Sam's laugh. Sam mouthed, 'Dean,' and she realized Dean was the one he had called and he had wanted to throw Sam a bachelor party. She chuckled realizing Sam was reminding Dean of the spar that she and Dean had a few days ago, and how she had beaten him. That was fun now that she thought about it. She had not only beat Dean, but she did it using her smarts, not just relying on pure strength or her looks, though she'd doubt that Dean would underestimate her again.
"Good," Sam replied as Dean agreed to not having a bachelor party. "Jess and I will call and let you know the details all right?"
"No problem. You want me to tell dad?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I don't think I'd be able get a hold of him tonight anyway. I'll call you and dad later."
"Yeah, yeah. You have fun with Jess. And tell her I said congratulations," there was a pause, "You take care all right Sammy."
Sam smiled, "Always do, Dean. Bye…jerk."
Dean laughed, "Bitch."
As he hung up the phone, Sam looked over at Jess and she was smiling in amusement. "You know, I'll never understand that little code between you and Dean," at his puzzled look, she explained, "you know, when he called you 'bitch' and you call him 'jerk'."
Sam chuckled and pulled Jess closer to him, his arm around her shoulders. "It's just one of our little things. You noticed how Dean hates what he's termed "chick flick" moments?" at her nod he continued, "well instead of actually saying those three little words, we call each other 'bitch' and 'jerk' instead. It also helps tell us if either one of us is possessed."
Thinking about what he said, it made sense. After all, if a demon were trying to convince family members that 'it' was the person 'it' had possessed, it would have to act like the person. However, if the demon never used the code words in the context Sam was talking about then he would know that Dean had been possessed and be able to exorcise it. It was actually a good plan.
"Wow, there was more to it than just normal sibling fighting," Jessica admitted. "Speaking of family, we need to go visit my mom and dad and tell them about the hunting," she whispered the last three words, looking Sam in the eyes.
Sam nodded in reply. "I know. It's just going to be hard proving to them that we are not crazy."
Coming to an agreement, Sam and Jessica agreed that they would head up to Chico the next day, while they were still on Winter Break and talk to her parents. Sam was thankful that his journals were in the car. After all, he thought, I may have to resort to summoning a minor demon, and showing proof.
The rest of the ride was quiet as, he and Jess sat in their comfortable silence, as was their trip through the hotel lobby to their room on the third floor. Walking into their suite, Jessica headed to her bags and grabbed something out of them, only telling Sam that, "I'm just going to change for bed, honey. I won't be long."
That "won't be long" turned into five, then ten minutes. Sam, waiting on Jessica, decided that he'd follow Jess' example and started changing into his sweat pants. He had only gotten his shoes, jacket, and tie off; and was working on his shirt (which was half way unbuttoned) when Jessica walked out of the bathroom.
Sam's jaw dropped. He so had not expected this. But there Jessica was, her long blonde hair brushed till it was like spun gold, and standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing a shear light pink (nearly white) negligee. In his mind, she was the personification of Venus.
Seeing Sam's expression, Jess' own fears were quelled, somewhat. "Sam," she called out, her voice tremulous and husky with nervousness, love and desire.
That did the trick. The sound of his name on her lips suddenly brought Sam back to his senses as he walked over to Jess and pulled her into his arms, then sat on the bed, sitting her in his lap. "Jess, sweetheart, what's all this?" though he knew what she was going to say.
Jessica smiled a little nervously as she sat in Sam's lap; something she'd done often when they were alone and either studying, researching their next hunt or just relaxing, and replied softly, "Sam Winchester, you are without a doubt the most romantic, kind, and gentle man I know. I don't know what my life would be like without you in it," She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I love you too, Jess. So much," Sam said as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Jessica wrapped her arms around Sam and held him to her as she deepened the kiss. As they were otherwise occupied, Jessica moved so that she was straddling Sam's lap and Sam had moved his hands so they cradled her hips. Suddenly, Jessica's arms drifted downwards from around Sam's neck and between them as she began to finish taking off his shirt.
As Jessica was busy taking off his shirt, Sam began placing butterfly-like kisses along her jaw, her neck and across her collarbones. She could feel how much Sam wanted her and smiled knowing her own desire was the same.
"God Sam," Jess gasped as his hand ran up her leg and began moving her negligee up, "don't you dare stop."
Sam paused and looked into her hooded eyes, "Are you sure?" he asked. He knew they had talked about getting more intimate; in fact, neither of them had actually gone all the way before. However, he wanted to be sure this was what she wanted.
Jess nodded. Boy did she ever want this. How could she have gotten so lucky as to find a guy like Sam? He was kind, sweet, a gentleman, handsome and intelligent as well; and he loved HER. Finally! Her heart was pounding and her palms became sweaty as she pushed the shirt off Sam's shoulders. She had barely been able to think straight as he kissed her. She grinned wickedly as she decided to take advantage of her position.
Leaning forward, she used her weight to push Sam onto his back so he lay on the bed. "Turn about is fair play," she smiled as she began peppering him with butterfly-kisses as well.
"Jess," Sam groaned as she began trailing downwards.
"Yes?"
Sam's reply was drowned in his moan as he felt her hand slide over his erection. "God, Jess!"
Jessica chuckled, but continued her desired course of action and began to undo Sam's pants. As the zipper reached the end of its track, Sam lifted his hips enough so that his pants and boxers could come off easier.
Looking over Sam, laying in front of her in all his glory, Jess could not help but feel a myriad of emotions. Her feelings of nervousness, desire, love and wanton lust felt like they were being churned in a blender. Yet even though she was a little nervous, she knew that this was what she wanted, and that Sam was the only man she would ever want. The feeling of his hand caressing her cheek brought her back to the present and Jess looked Sam in the eye and smiled softly at the look of concern in his eyes.
"Jess? Is everything all right?" his voice was cautious, caring and concerned.
"Yeah, everything is fine," she began, "it's just this is…"
Sam smiled and nodded. "I know sweetheart. But if you're not quite sure then we can wait."
Jessica shook her head vehemently. "It's not that Sam. I do want this, it's just scary, but a good scary you know," she explained, "I think it's just that because it's our 'first time' that I'm feeling like this."
"Same goes for me Jess. But there's no one in the world I'd rather be with at this moment than you." Sam leaned up on his elbows and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It didn't take long for their gentle kiss turned into something more passionate and soul searing. As they broke the kiss for much needed air, Sam smiled wickedly and said, "You know you're a bit over dressed sweetheart."
Jessica raised and eyebrow as she looked down into Sam's eyes and replied, "And what do you think I should do about that?"
Sam's hands moved up from their place on her hips, and up her stomach, dragging her negligee along with them. "This," he answered as he lifted the silk material off her. Before she could give any sort of reply in mock indignation, Sam had switched their positions and now he was above her, his lips above hers, separated only by a millimeter of air. "I love you so much Jess, I still can't believe that you said yes," he whispered.
"Well you better believe it buster," Jessica grinned, "Now are you going to kiss me or not?"
"As you wish," Sam lowered his lips to her and they touched in another mind-blowing kiss.
As the last of their nervousness ebbed away, Jessica felt at peace, not only with herself, but with the direction of her life in general. Yes, Sam Winchester was most definitely the best thing to have ever happened to her; and yes, she dared to admit, he was her… The thoughts that had been running through her head disappeared as the feeling of Sam's hand running over her body sent her sense of touch, smell, and hearing into hyper drive. Suddenly she felt his lips as they touched her breasts and she keened at the shock of arousal coursed through her.
"Oh Sam," her voice, husky and thick with arousal, moaned as she felt his other hand slip inside her panties and push them down. "Don't stop."
Sam's lips curved into a grin as he heard her words. Knowing that this was what they both wanted he had no intention of stopping. Finally being able to taste, touch, and hear Jessica as they made love, was beyond description. Blindly reaching over the edge of the bed, he grabbed his jeans and pulled his wallet out, hastily fumbling for the condom he had remembered was in there.
Jessica bit her lip a little nervously, she had read and heard about first times from magazines and her friends, and she knew that it was going hurt a little bit, that could not be avoided. She knew that Sam was not going to hurt her intentionally, nor was he going to leave her. She watched as he opened the wrapper and put the condom on. Looking into Jessica's eyes, he could see the same emotions that were swirling around inside of him, despite the fact that she was biting her bottom lip nervously.
"Are you sure," Sam asked, concern in his voice. Where they were at right now was the farthest they had ever gone, physically, in their relationship and he did not want to push her, even though they were both eager for it.
Jessica nodded. "I'm sure, it's just…I know it's supposed to hurt, at least a little, for me the first time," she explained.
Sam reached his hand up and caressed her cheek. "You know I'd never intentionally hurt you, right?" she nodded. "If you want to…"
"No, Jess said vehemently, "I want this, I want you, all of you, I guess I'm just a little nervous about the pain."
"I can understand that," Sam assured her, "I love you so much, and you know I would take your pain as my own if I could."
"I know," Jess smiled tremulously as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her.
Her lips pressed against his in a tender, loving kiss; telling him all he needed to know. As they kissed, he slowly pushed into her. The feeling of finally being physically joined together rocked both Sam and Jessica to the core. Neither had ever felt the feelings they were experiencing before and it was definitely something that they wanted to feel again.
Sam paused slightly and looking Jessica in the eyes, he sent her a look that was so filled with love, caring and desire that it took her breath away. Squeezing his hand with her own, she silently told him to continue. Pressing his lips against hers he pushed his way further inside, breaking the last barrier of their virginity.
Jessica cried out for a moment as the pain quickly came and left, leaving her with the feeling of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life. Breaking their kiss, she held Sam to her, as he held himself still, allowing her to adjust. After a moment, the warm feeling in her stomach was becoming more than Jessica could bear, she needed more. Gasping, she cried, "More, Sam, please."
"As you wish," Sam answered just as he pushed himself a little farther inside her. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he whispered into her ear.
Jessica moaned as his voice, touch, everything about him engulfed her senses. "I think I'm…" she moaned, "Sam!"
The couple continued moving in the rhythm that is as old as human kind. Suddenly, Sam dipped his head down and latched his lips onto one of Jessica's nipples, and a large ripple of pleasure coursed through her. "Sam…" the pleasure continued to rush through her as Sam's slow, and steady thrusts brought her over the edge, "SAM!"
Hearing Jessica's voice call out his name in pleasure, combined with feeling her reactions as she tumbled over the edge nearly sent Sam's own senses into overdrive as he continued to thrust into her. "Jess…" his voice called out, husky with desire. He thrust into her one more time and fell over the edge of pleasure crying out, "JESS!"
As Sam calmed from the incredible emotional high he and Jess had just shared, he pulled himself out of her and quickly disposed of the condom, then with some of the last of his physical energy, Sam lay back down on the bed and pulled Jessica into his arms, her head pillowed on his shoulder. They lay there, like that for a few moments, just enjoying being together, when Jessica smiled and pressed a loving kiss to Sam's shoulder.
"I love you Sam and I can't wait until we finally say our vows," she said as her eyes fluttered closed.
Sam retuned her sleepy smile and replied, "Same goes for me sweetheart," he pressed a kiss to her head, "I love you too."
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The next morning, Jessica woke feeling sore, but also incredibly happy, elated, loved and content. Lifting her head, she looked down at Sam and then her engagement ring. Sighing happily at how her life was turning out, Jessica snuggled closer into Sam's arms, which instinctively held her close. It was not long before she drifted back to sleep, a smile gracing her face.
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Five hours later, after two showers, breakfast and packing up, Sam and Jessica were listening to 'The Eagles' song, Hotel California, as they pulled up in front of her parents place in Chico.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,'said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave
Jessica looked at Sam and squeezed his hand. They both knew this was going to be hard, but it was necessary for them to tell her parents the truth about the demons, monsters and spirits that were out there. They needed to know that there was more out in the world than just humans, insects, animals and plants, especially if there was a chance that the two of them might not make it back.
However, there was no turning back now.