This one is where Sam and Jess start dating and where the 'Crash and Burn' saying comes from.
Jessica Moore applied pink lip gloss and looked at herself in the mirror one more time. She made sure the eye liner and mascara around her blue eyes were still intact even after classes all day.
"You're going to his dorm again aren't you?" Her roommate, Tyra, smiled from her bed. Jessica blushed and tucked one of her blonde curls behind her ear.
"No. Why would you think that?"
"Oh I don't know, the extra lip gloss, your tight jeans, and my tighter sweater. You know Sammy boy would probably like it better if you just showed up naked." Jessica's blushed deepened. Her second year at Stanford had been, well, up and down. One of her friends that she had met in her math class, Brady, had introduced her to Sam Winchester shortly after Thanksgiving break and it hadn't taken long for Jessica to become completely infatuated with him. However, that same friend had gone off the deep end and Jessica and Sam had tried to come up with ways to get him back to normal. Nothing had worked, but it had gotten Sam and Jessica closer. Jessica was going to help Sam study for his literature final since they had the same professor, and if she happened to look cute, so be it.
"He doesn't like to be called Sammy." Tyra rolled her eyes.
"Whatever just don't forget my sweater over there after he rips it off of you." Tyra went back to her business book.
"Of course not. Don't wait up." Jessica grabbed her jacket and slipped it on before walking out of her room. She knew this study session probably wasn't going to go anywhere. Sam kind of flirted with her sometimes, sure, but the rumor was that he didn't date.
Jessica knocked on Sam's dorm room after the fifteen minute walk across campus and waited for him to answer. Sam opened the door and, to put it nicely, he looked like death warmed over. He was pale, and had dark circles under his hazel eyes, which were also bloodshot. His shaggy, brown hair was greasy and a mess. He had some five o'clock shadow forming, which would've been sexy if he looked like normally did.
"Hey, Jess." Sam smiled and brought a glass of what Jessica assumed was coffee to his lips.
"Sam, are you okay?" Sam swallowed.
"Never better, come on in." He stepped aside and Jessica walked into his dorm room. There were notes and books spread all over his bed. Not to mention the half-drunk pot of coffee on his desk.
"Sam, honey, I say this with love, but you look like hell. When was the last time you slept?"
"What's today?"
"Friday." Sam looked up at the ceiling, counted on his fingers and then looked back at Jessica.
"Tuesday night." Jessica's eyes widened in shock. "But I've had essays to write and tests to study for. Not to mention the portfolio and the case studies I need to finish for my pre-law class." Sam said defensively.
"You need to sleep." Jessica began collecting the things off his bed.
"Look, Jess, I appreciate the concern, but I think I know what I can handle." Jessica glared up at him and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Sam, you're about to crash and burn hard core and then you won't pass any of your classes because you'll sleep through your finals. Get in bed and get some sleep." Jessica demanded. Sam looked like he was about to argue, but Jessica wasn't going to let him get out of this. "Samuel Winchester, bed. Sleep. Now." Sam got into his bed and lied there, but Jessica was going to wait until he was actually asleep.
"Are you just going to watch me sleep?" Sam questioned, stifling a yawn.
"I'll leave once you actually go to sleep." Jessica sat on the edge of the bed. Sam closed his eyes and his breathing almost immediately evened out. Jessica still waited, just watching him. Sam always had a look in his eye like he was torn about something, but in his sleep, he actually looked peaceful. She could actually watch him for a while, but thought that might be a little creepy. She waited a little bit longer, and then began to turn the lights off just as Sam started to snore. She placed a gently kiss to his forehead.
"Good night, Sam." She whispered. She would come and check on him tomorrow afternoon, wanting to make sure he got enough sleep.
The next day, Jessica got a call from Sam around four in the afternoon.
"Hey, will you still come over and help me study for lit?" Sam asked sweetly. Jessica smiled.
"Of course, give me twenty minutes." Jessica hung up and changed into something similar to what she wore the night before. She showed up at Sam's room shortly and he opened it on the second knock. He looked so much better. His eyes were bright like they normally were. His hair looked soft like usual and he had (unfortunately) shaved. He smiled wide, his dimples showing.
"Hey, Jess, thanks for coming over." Sam moved away from the door so that Jessica could come in. She smiled. She came in and sat on Sam's bed.
"Of course, I need the help too."
"And, thanks for last night."
"Anytime I can get Sam Winchester into bed is a good time." Jessica said it before she even thought about what she was saying a blush creeped up to her cheeks. Sam chuckled quietly to himself and sat down next to Jessica.
"Yeah, I guess I needed that."
"Hey, whenever you need me to push you, I'll be glad to."
"Seriously, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't made me sleep."
"I told you yesterday, you would've crashed and burned."
"Well, as a thank you for taking care of me, how about I take you out to dinner once finals are over?" Sam looked over at her shyly. Jessica looked back at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you asking me on a date, Winchester?" Sam grinned down at the floor and then up at her.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Jessica smiled back.
"Good, because I would love to."
