Omg Guys! I don't even like fics with Jess (I feel so mean for saying that cos she's just so freaking cute and kind) but she's managed to wriggle her way into this one again! If you don't like her I can try and budge her over a bit but it's like she's demanding more time with Sam before…Y'know. Well sorry it's late. I have big news! I am in Beechfield Orchestra now and some serious shit is going down. I mean it. I almost had a panic attack when I got asked. So scared and excited. Well on another note, GUESS WHAT COMES OUT ON TUESDAY!?
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Also a massive thanks to crazykazykim, for pointing out the flaws in my logic.
Here we go! Hope you enjoy! This is quite a short one, sorry.
Jess shivered as she took in her surroundings. It was only five to five in the afternoon but already the temperature had dropped to a ridiculously low point. She had moved to California to avoid this kind of weather. The short days and long, dark nights were the least favorite part of her childhood and now they had followed her in the form of freak snow storms.
She pulled her coat tighter, wrapping it round her slight frame. It seemed that winter would be invading her summer. She knew that coming early was pointless. When Sam came he was dead on time. Not a second to early or too late. But she couldn't wait to see him. His dark hair and chocolatey eyes. His olive skin and wolfish grin. She drank in their time together like it was a sweet spirit, meant for her lips alone.
Not even a month ago he had been some random stranger in the library. And now, now he was somewhere else. Not just a friend but not quite her boyfriend…yet. She grinned knowingly to herself. He liked her; she knew it and wasn't going to lie just for modesty's sake. There was only one problem. He might as well as still been that stranger in the library for all she knew about him.
He liked Italian food and had an insatiable thirst for literature. He owned enough plaid to have his own shop yet barely had enough money to buy a new pair of shoes. He was too proud to admit that to her. But that was nothing. He hadn't told her about his past, or how he had got the three slashes across his back or the way his eyes would flit around the room before he entered. He tried to casually pass it off but she couldn't help but notice. She just wanted to know everything about him. His loves and his hates, his quirks and his annoyingly sweet habits, his past, present and future. Everything that was remotely Sam.
She turned around slowly as she heard approaching footsteps. They made soft crunching noises in the cold, slushy snow. That was another thing that seemed so ridiculous. Why, in the books, did snow seem so perfect? Like sugar icing topping a cake. And yet reality showed that the only perfect snow was no snow.
"Am I interrupting?" A husky voice asked, lifting her chin so she met his eyes. She stared at the hazel orbs. They seemed to have seen so much but still had a beautiful innocence about them. She let out a giggle then cringed. Giggling was such a predictable thing to do and she didn't like predictable. That's exactly why she liked Sam.
Well cheers y'all. Hope ya like. I know there was no Sam really or Dean or John but Jess is just so adorable. I can never decide Sam's eye colour. Jared's seem to change whenever they bloody feel like it but brown seems just right.
Thanks Flo x