Title: Tempt not the Lord thy God he said and stood
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU; spoilers for season 5
Pairings: Sam/Jessica, implied Dean/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Violet
The night after she meets Sam Winchester, Jessica tucks herself in beneath a quilt her grandmother made as a graduation gift. The design is a painting Jessica gave her and Pawpaw for their fiftieth anniversary, based on a sketch Nana drew after their first date.
Her dreams that night are weird. The only one she'll remember upon waking is when Sam, the tall guy in her art history class, deep voice and dimples, crowns himself with a circlet of ivory and settles onto a dark throne. Swirling around him is deep purple cloak, blood staining the hem.
Jessica will never understand that dream. She is a good girl who grows into a wonderful woman; she dies as a pawn in a game she didn't know she was playing and goes straight to Heaven. She doesn't know when Sam releases Lucifer or agrees to let Lucifer into him. Jessica is reliving her fifth date with Sam, the most fun she's ever had, when Sam kills Lucifer and forces all of Hell to kneel before him.
He's wearing an ivory circlet and a purple cloak, and he settles onto the darkest throne, and Heaven's street trembles because Dean Winchester has yet to do anything but refuse Michael.
And while Jessica is attending her cousin's commitment ceremony, Dean steps up next to his brother's throne, wearing a black circlet and holding a blood-stained razor, and grin twists his lips that sends a shudder down the spine of every demon in Hell.