Hey guys, I know it's been a while so I thought I would update. This is my spin on Jess and Sam, on how Jess would have waited for Sam. Hopefully you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to see more of this, maybe what character you'd want me to write for. I just posted another chapter in my Thea & Dean Series as well. I own nothing but my character who for the moment shall remain nameless.
The first time Jess sees Sam he's hunched over a book, his tall frame folded in a to tiny chair. His hair in his eyes, one leg extended beneath the desk, she has to admit she's curious. More than curious. She'd seen him around campus, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Like someone trying desperately to fit in and missing the mark each time.
Working up her courage she plunks her bag down next to him. Sam's head shoots up, ink smudged on one cheek.
"Jess."
"I'm...uh...I'm Sam."
They'd sat and talked. Jess had taken notice in his lack of "family" but they both found something that day.
6 months later they're moving in together. A small affordable apartment on campus, hand me down furniture and a few cans of paint later the place is really coming together.
She finds the photo stuck underneath the bookcase, the picture is beautiful.
There's a sleek black muscle car, a younger Sam and what looks possibly like Dean and a girl in between them she doesn't know. Sam's never mentioned a sister before; she doesn't look related.
Her hair is long and everywhere, a deep rich brown, her eyes are the darkest chocolate brown she's ever seen and she looks so happy. She has her arm around Dean's waist, her other hand is in Sam's and her heads tilted upwards, caught in a laugh her smiles wide. There's a scar running right across her face, but it doesn't stop Jess from thinking she looks incredibly earthy and so damn beautiful. She's wearing a green pullover and dark jeans tucked into camel riding boots, she fits right in with them, family.
The edges of the photo are worn, creased slightly; it's clearly been handled many times before. Sam catches her staring at the photo, at the beautiful girl who looks so happy. He sits on the chair beside her and watches her.
"She was Dean's."
There's hurt and pain in his eyes, a fondness in his voice as he begins again.
"Dean had met her when they were sixteen. They'd literally run right into each other, saw the whole thing. She pretty much brushed Dean off from the start, drove him nuts. Then they were together, Dean really wanted to help her. Her Dad, he uh, he liked to knock her round and when Dean found out, he packed her bags and took her. First time Dean actually stood up to Dad. Took awhile but Dad came round to her staying with us. She treated me like a brother. Thick as thieves, that's what Dad always said. She helped out in the shop a lot, got the hang of everything pretty quick."
Jess takes one of his hands in hers; rubbing her thumb across the smooth skin of his wrist she tries to soothe him. Clearly she meant a lot to Sam as well, quietly she waits for him to continue.
"There was an accident at the shop and she got cut pretty bad, it was pretty touch and go for a while. She made it through though, she always did. Started teasing Dean, said she was still the prettier one. She always thought the scar made her look more badass, she never let anything bother her."
"She died 4 months after this photo was taken, some dick tried to rob us and she took a the bullet for me. She didn't have to but she did, she died in Dean's arms."
"They just kinda belonged, you know? She was important to all of us, we all loved her. Dad never lost in on her when she'd try to get him to lay off me, but she was Dean's girl through and through. He loved her, spun out for a while after he lost her, got reckless. He just couldn't let her go."
Sam reached for a small box beside him, there's nothing special about the box, just black and dusty. He hands her more photos, they start when they're young in age and climb upwards. She stops at one, it's black and white, Dean and her are facing each other , their eyes locked and it looks so intimate. Her hair looks as if its been curled and she's wearing some makeup, one hand cradling Dean's cheek and one of Dean's palms cradling hers.
"They had just gotten married, small thing at city hall."
He hands her another one, it's a distance shot. She's wearing a white sun dress and wedged heels, Dean has a suit on and they look so in love.
"He never cared about the scar, he'd just kiss it. He said it didn't matter, she was perfect for him."
Jess can feel the air getting sadder and sadder around them and she tucks the photos away in their little box, wrapping herself around Sam instead.
The next morning Jess gets up early and makes herself a coffee, starting at the empty space right of the couch. It looks incredibly empty and she makes up her mind quickly. Taking the photo of the three of them, she makes her way to the campus photography club, it takes all of an hour before she has a canvas print made up and hanging up on the wall.
Sam's up shortly after, stopping at the picture he looks at her, "why?"
"It just feels right, she's a big piece of your life. I wouldn't have you here with me if…"
"Thank you."
His eyes say everything he cant and she finds comfort in the photo.
When Dean breaks into the apartment she's floored. This doesn't seem like the man in the photographs, he does seem reckless and she wants to demand answers, why is he here? Why not just pick up a phone and call? Sam leaves with him, telling her he'll be back by Monday and a goodbye kiss. Jess sends up a prayer to Her that she'll bring him back to her safely.
She's woken days later from her sleep to a man standing over her bed. Her first instinct is Sam but the height it all wrong. She tries to scream but nothing comes out. It's Brady, standing over her, pinning her to the ceiling and keeping her quiet. She tries to scream for Sam, for someone as he cuts her but nothing comes from her mouth. It's stuck in her throat and she's choking on her fear.
The pain ends and she knows she's dead. She must be in heaven because everything here seems to perfect to be real.
She sees Her every now and then, flitting from her heaven and through to another's. One day she takes up the courage and grabs her arm and asks her, "are you..did you…?"
A sad small smile is all she gets before the brunette disappears.
Something goes wrong in heaven, the angels have been cast out and Jess wonders through it, passing from piece to piece. She finally comes across a large group of people, all of which look incredibly close and have the same worry reflecting in their eyes.
There's a guy with what looks like a mullet who introduces himself as Ash, resident genius and hacker extraordinaire of heaven. Jess can't help but laugh at that line. A beautiful blonde girl who looks a little younger than her, Jo and the older brunette is Ellen, her mum. A man with a trucker's cap and a surprisingly happy smile says his names Bobby, grouses something about these idgit angels and their damn wars. John stands tall and proud behind an exceedingly beautiful Mary Winchester. She knows this because she's seen the pictures that Sam had kept in that little black box.
Last is the lovely brunette, she gives her the same small sad smile and takes her hand, leading her to a stone basin with what looks like a portal to earth. Sam's there, but he's older, more rugged and handsome, so is Dean.
They all stay together, keeping watch on the boys.
When the end comes, Jess cries. She can feel the tears running down her face and the grip on the brunette gets tighter. They watch Sam die, a hero's death, calling for his big brother. How Dean goes right after him.
They're coming home, she feels selfish because she wants Sam here with her. Jess doesn't realize the hand in hers is gone, she's just waiting for Sam. As soon as she sees him she tackles him, holding him tight and kissing him like she's never kissed him before. God, she's missed him more than she ever thought she could. The ache that had buried itself in her chest is lifted and she's happy.
There's laughs and jokes, tears, hugs, smiles. It's family.
Dean's arms are around Jo when She makes her appearance.
Dean moves towards her, the look in his eyes almost unreadable. She watches them embrace and kiss, watches Sam hug her before Dean claims her once more.
It's a beautifully sad ending.
Only after, when her and Sam are on their way Jess realizes the look in Dean's eyes. It was coming home. It's then she truly understands what Sam meant all those years ago when he had said She had belonged to Dean.
She smiles for her brother-in-law and his beautiful wife.
That's what love really is. After years apart Dean came home, to his one true love. It didn't matter how many were in between, how long they've been apart, it's raw and flawed.
It's love at its purest.