A/N: Thanks to EllieBomb for her awesome review! I've decided to go ahead and turn this into a collection of one-shot song-inspired drabbles, and would be happy to take any requests that you may have. It could be specific character(s), or a situation, or a song, or all three. If there's anything you want me to do, be sure to drop me a line in a private message or a review :)

As always, I encourage listening to the song because they're awesome songs, and it definitely helps set the scene/mood.

Song: All Too Well by Taylor Swift

Who: Sam (with mentions of Jess)

Also, I realize that this song is about a breakup and not a death, but I'm taking writer liberties and switching it to fit the story.

All Too Well

The warm breeze of a California November ruffled through Sam Winchester's hair as he stood outside the apartment building that, up until 30 hours previous, he had called home. The place had been his whole life for the past four years, one of the only things he owned that had given him a sense of normalcy. It had been all his, decorated with second-hand furniture, with a few loving additions from his girlfriend of two years, Jessica Moore.

And now... Now it was all gone...

"You want me to come with?"

The low baritone voice of his older brother cut into Sam's thoughts. Sliding his dark eyes from the building to his brother, Sam shook his head, shaggy brown hair falling against his forehead.

"No, Dean. I'll be back."

Dean had simply nodded in acceptance, his green eyes full of concern and sympathy. He knew better than to push right now. Knew to step back and let Sam do this on his own.

"I'll be here."

Without another word, Sam took a deep breath and forced his legs to work. To step onto the curb and then down the steps. Forced himself to tightly grip the door knob and twist it open, and follow the hallway to the stairs that would lead him up to the third floor.

As he approached, the scent of smoke and burnt flesh filled his nose. Made his eyes tear up. Made his stomach roll, his throat tighten so he couldn't breathe. But he still forced himself to walk on.

He needed to see for himself if there was anything left, if anything had survived the fire.

Walking through what used to be their front door, he could clearly see their kitchen and living area in rubble. The white couch that Jess had insisted on buying when they had moved in together only six months after dating was now charcoaled and burnt so badly that Sam could see the wooden frame of it.

Sam moved forwards, letting his fingers drift lightly over the burned couch, feeling rubble crunch beneath his 6"4 frame. Stopping in front of what used to be their kitchen counter, he let out a shaky breath.

The charred remains of an iPod classic lay on top of a badly burnt linoleum countertop. With shaking fingers, Sam picked it up and pushed the center button, testing it to see if it would turn on. The screen remained black, obviously unusable now. Clutching it in his hand, Sam took a deep breath, letting his mind drift.

"I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain..."

Sam smiled as he gripped the steering wheel of the rental car with his left hand, his right left to rest on his lap. The sound of Jess's singing filled the car as they drove out of the Santa Clara county, on their way to visit Jess's parents in Los Angeles for the week.

Glancing over, he watched her for a second and snickered as her bright smile grew bigger and she continued to sing.

"Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while...!" She laughed through the verse as Sam's attention switched between her and the road.

Throwing her head back, Jess laughed again and bellowed out "And she will be loved! And she will be loooooved!"

Sam's chest rumbled with laughter and he nodded in approval. "Wow, Jess. Nice."

"Why, thank you, Sam." She replied with a wink, pulling her blonde hair out of the messy bun she had thrown it up in earlier.

"You know, we should do a duet." Sam suggested teasingly. Jess just quirked her brows in interest before erupting into laughter as Sam started singing terribly off-key with the chorus again.

"Sam, stop!"

"Come on, we got this!" He laughed, his voice pitching and cracking as he sang. "She will-WILL BE LOOOOOOOVED!"

That had been a great day, Sam remembered. It had been the day that he had met Jess's parents, and got to see firsthand what a real mom and dad was supposed to be like. A real mom and dad made dinner for their kid when they came home, gave them hugs and kisses when they walked through the door. A real mom and dad didn't ditch their young kids in a motel room and take off for weeks on end, hunting down the thing that killed their spouse. A real parent didn't leave their kids hanging, forcing them to rely on and protect each other from things that went bump in the night. Real parents didn't raise their kids to be warriors and soldiers.

That day, he had learned that his girlfriend, the gorgeous Jessica Moore, had actually been a little kid with thick glasses and braces, who used to play T-ball. He had watched her face redden with embarrassment and whine a plea for her parents to just stop and Sam hadn't been able to help the snicker.

"If it makes you feel any better," he had tried. "My brother used to call me Sammy when I was a chubby 12-year old."

That had instantly made her embarrassment lessen and she had repeated the nickname a couple times, letting it roll around on her tongue. Besides Dean, Jess was the only one he would allow to use the horrid nickname.

With a shake of his head, Sam let out the breath he had been holding and forced himself to focus. Forced himself to keep digging through the wreckage, see what else there was. He pocketed the iPod for now, not entirely sure what he would do with it.

Moving through the barely standing kitchen, he paused in front of the half-melted refrigerator and rested a hand against it, letting himself get lost. The two of them spending Saturday afternoons baking instead of studying. Being unable to sleep, so in the middle of the night, they'd open the doors, put some music on and dance in the refrigerator light. One or both of them stress-eating their way through a pint of ice cream during midterms or finals.

Things he remembered all too well.

For the next forty minutes, Sam picked his way through the burnt down apartment, pocketing items that he came across. Pocketing items that he had absolutely no idea what to do with but he knew he couldn't walk away from.

Items that reminded him of innocence, of the life that he had started to build with someone he considered his whole world. The life that he had run away to.

On his way out of the apartment, he stopped suddenly and looked down. He could feel his heart stop beating, and he clenched his jaw tightly. Fresh tears flooded his eyes as he slowly bent down to retrieve the final item. A cream coloured beanie. Or, it had been. Now it was covered in soot, but surprisingly, still in one piece.

It had been Jess's favourite. His too, until she had teasingly swiped it off his head and claimed it as her own. Hot tears rolled down his cheeks as he let his mind drift yet again to that day.

"This is mine now," Jess claimed proudly, as she tugged the cream beanie down over her blonde curls. "What do you think? Looks better on me, huh?"

Puckering her lips together, identical to the "Duck Face" that every female seemed to be so into, she framed her face with her hands. Voguing, she had called it.

"Yeah, looks good." Sam had smiled his reply, letting his eyes drift from the little suburban town street they were driving on, to her. And at that moment, he couldn't figure it out. Couldn't figure out how he had gotten so lucky. Jessica Moore was gorgeous, smart, funny. Everything he could ever want, and never thought he'd ever have.

Suddenly, Jess's voice screeched out, yanking him from his thoughts. "SAM! Look out!"

Snapping to it, Sam slammed on the breaks, coming to an abrupt halt. He had just almost run a red light. Letting out a harsh breath, he eyed his girlfriend, willing his heart to stop pounding so hard. "You okay, Jess?"

"Yeah, yeah." she breathed. "I'm good." After a minute, she cracked a small smile. "What had you so distracted?"

Sam shifted a little in his seat, his cheeks pink. He wasn't Dean; he wasn't a regular Casanova, wasn't the kind of guy who could just say what he wanted and girls would be eating out of the palm of his hand. Finally, after a moment, he nodded in her direction.

"Me?" She quirked her brows and that smile grew bigger. "You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me."

She teasingly tsked before leaning in and brushing her lips over his. "My, my, Sam Winchester. You're definitely something else."

Sam was brought out of his mind when he felt a large hand slide onto his shoulder and grip it gently.

Dean.

"Sammy."

Sam let out a sob, feeling his already broken heart shatter into even more pieces. His fingers clutched the material in his hands so tightly, his knuckles were turning white as he openly sobbed. Sobbed for the love he'd lost, the innocence that was no longer there, the life he'd built, and the memories he remembered all too well.


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