The Archive of Sam Winchester

- NOW AN ARCHIVE- Sam Winchester. Former law student, turned Hunter, Legacy of the Men of Letters. If you have a problem; I'm here to help. Independent, SELECTIVE Sam Winchester from Supernatural. FC: Jared PadaleckiM!A: None, but Accepting Sam has an Address!Sam WinchesterC/O Willow RavenwrightPO Box 612 Hopewell, VA 23860

[samwinchesterappreciation]

— May 2nd, 1983

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles flirtatiously, “Call me and you will.”

[codenamemoose]

“I’ll have to do that,” smiled Sam, and went ahead and bid on the painting.

[lostlovejess]

Jess heads off to mingle, still thinking about the handsome lawyer she’d just met. She hoped he called her soon…

[codenamemoose]

Sam ended up watching her as she left, already considering a time to call. He smiled as she walked off, wishe he could paint like her.

[lostlovejess]

It was a few days after the auction when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway, “hello, Jessica Moore speaking… how may I help you?”

[codenamemoose]

“Hello, Ms. Moore.” Sam was on his headset, smilkng when he realized he had reached her, “I’m about to break for lunch here - would you be free to meet somewhere?”

[lostlovejess]

Jess smiles as she recognizes the voice, deciding to tease him, “mmm… maybe I would if you told me who you were?”

[codenamemoose]

“Oh; sorry… I should have realized you might not recgonize my voice. It’s Sam - Winchester. We met at the charity gala the other night.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “I know. I was teasing. How are you Sam?”

[codenamemoose]

“I’m well thanks. And you, Ms. Moore? I hope you’re doing all right. I’d say the charity gala was a success,” he replied warmly.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “yeah. I’ve already gotten 3 commissions from it. It was worth it… and the charity made a lot of money. Did you win? I wasn’t there at the end of the night…”

[codenamemoose]

“Sadly, no. But I also didn’t lost it to one of my colleagues here, which is just as well with me. I’d have to buy it off them if I did.”

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles flirtatiously, “Call me and you will.”

[codenamemoose]

“I’ll have to do that,” smiled Sam, and went ahead and bid on the painting.

[lostlovejess]

Jess heads off to mingle, still thinking about the handsome lawyer she’d just met. She hoped he called her soon…

[codenamemoose]

Sam ended up watching her as she left, already considering a time to call. He smiled as she walked off, wishe he could paint like her.

[lostlovejess]

It was a few days after the auction when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway, “hello, Jessica Moore speaking… how may I help you?”

[codenamemoose]

“Hello, Ms. Moore.” Sam was on his headset, smilkng when he realized he had reached her, “I’m about to break for lunch here - would you be free to meet somewhere?”

[lostlovejess]

Jess smiles as she recognizes the voice, deciding to tease him, “mmm… maybe I would if you told me who you were?”

[codenamemoose]

“Oh; sorry… I should have realized you might not recgonize my voice. It’s Sam - Winchester. We met at the charity gala the other night.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “I know. I was teasing. How are you Sam?”

[codenamemoose]

“I’m well thanks. And you, Ms. Moore? I hope you’re doing all right. I’d say the charity gala was a success,” he replied warmly.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles flirtatiously, “Call me and you will.”

[codenamemoose]

“I’ll have to do that,” smiled Sam, and went ahead and bid on the painting.

[lostlovejess]

Jess heads off to mingle, still thinking about the handsome lawyer she’d just met. She hoped he called her soon…

[codenamemoose]

Sam ended up watching her as she left, already considering a time to call. He smiled as she walked off, wishe he could paint like her.

[lostlovejess]

It was a few days after the auction when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway, “hello, Jessica Moore speaking… how may I help you?”

[codenamemoose]

“Hello, Ms. Moore.” Sam was on his headset, smilkng when he realized he had reached her, “I’m about to break for lunch here - would you be free to meet somewhere?”

[lostlovejess]

Jess smiles as she recognizes the voice, deciding to tease him, “mmm… maybe I would if you told me who you were?”

[codenamemoose]

“Oh; sorry... I should have realized you might not recgonize my voice. It’s Sam - Winchester. We met at the charity gala the other night.”

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles flirtatiously, “Call me and you will.”

[codenamemoose]

“I’ll have to do that,” smiled Sam, and went ahead and bid on the painting.

[lostlovejess]

Jess heads off to mingle, still thinking about the handsome lawyer she’d just met. She hoped he called her soon…

[codenamemoose]

Sam ended up watching her as she left, already considering a time to call. He smiled as she walked off, wishe he could paint like her.

[lostlovejess]

It was a few days after the auction when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway, “hello, Jessica Moore speaking… how may I help you?”

[codenamemoose]

“Hello, Ms. Moore.” Sam was on his headset, smilkng when he realized he had reached her, “I’m about to break for lunch here - would you be free to meet somewhere?”

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles flirtatiously, “Call me and you will.”

[codenamemoose]

“I’ll have to do that,” smiled Sam, and went ahead and bid on the painting.

[lostlovejess]

Jess heads off to mingle, still thinking about the handsome lawyer she’d just met. She hoped he called her soon…

[codenamemoose]

Sam ended up watching her as she left, already considering a time to call. He smiled as she walked off, wishe he could paint like her.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles flirtatiously, “Call me and you will.”

[codenamemoose]

“I’ll have to do that,” smiled Sam, and went ahead and bid on the painting.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “and to yours. Cheers.”

She takes a drink, “I should get back to my rotation… he paintings sell better if I’m mingling…” she winks. “Here’s my card. Call me?”

[codenamemoose]

“Thank you,” Sam smiled, accepting the card and tucking it into his pocket, “I hope that I’ll get to see more of you, Ms. Moore.”

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

She blushes, “thank you…”

[codenamemoose]

Sam then offered the flute to her, waiting for her to take it and then clinked their glasses together. “To your success,” he smiled, and drank with her.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, a faint blush touching her cheeks, “Thank you. I just need to sell them a bit more consistently. This show is a big deal for me.”

[codenamemoose]

“I do wish you well, Ms. Moore. You’re a talented artist and you deserve whatever recognition you get from showing your work.” He smiled a bit at her blush, and grabbed two flutes of something as a server drifted by.

“Would you join me?” he inquired.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[codenamemoose]

@lostlovejess

Sam had found himself with (almost) everything that he could have wanted. He had left life in Kansas behind and made himself useful at his new home in Stanford.

He stayed - pre law, and it had paid off now. He had just sat for the Bar and the firm where he did his paralegal studies had told him that day he was now a Junior partner in their law practice.

It was a well known and respected practice. Of course his father didn’t care.

“Take the night off, Sam,” Mr. Vitello had told him, “put on a nice suit and head out to get some culture. And enjoy yourself; you earned it.”

Sam put on a suit and he went. An art exhabition seemed the height of culture, and while he couldn’t always understand paintings, he enjoyed looking.

The young lady who he recgonized at the artist of the painting he was looking at was also pleasing to see.

“Uh - yeah,” he said, “I was - honestly liking the way you added just a touch of green here.” Here Sam indicated a particular space. “It sets off the other colors perfectly.

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “not many people notice… it’s a reference to one of my favorite books… you’ve read The Great Gatsby…. right?”

“Are you going to bid on it? It’s a silent auction… so you don’t have to be all dramatic and bid in front of everyone.”

[codenamemoose]

He returned the smile, nodding.

“I would be very surprised if I saw anyone who is a high school grad and got out of reading Gatsby,” he said with amusement, “I enjoyed it somewhat. Much as I’d like to bid? I don’t have pockets as deep as some guys here.”

A pause.

“But hey; where are my manners? I’m Sam - Sam Winchester. I’m the new junior partner of Smith and Wesson.”

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles back at him, he had a nice smile, it was genuine, plus his dimples were adorable.

“Yeah by there’s a difference between reading it and just skimming the cliff notes 5 minutes before the test…” she chuckles.

She offers her hand for him to shake,“It’s for charity, so if you like it you should bid on it. It’s for a really good cause, and even if you don’t win you can say you tried.” She smiles, “it’s nice to meet you Sam Winchester. I’m Jessica Moore, starving artist.”

[codenamemoose]

“Pleasure, Ms. Moore,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it before bringing it to his lips and letting them brush the skin in a quick, chaste kiss.

“If you insist,” he said softly, and wrote down his bid.

[lostlovejess]

She giggles, blushing a bit as he kisses her hand, “if you don’t win I have a smaller version of a very similar painting you could hang in your new office. I’m assuming Junior Partners get nice big offices?”

[codenamemoose]

Chuckling a little, Sam let his fingers linger in hers as he released her hand. “Offices yes. Big ones? Not so much,” he admitted with a laugh.

[lostlovejess]

“My understanding is that junior partners own a small piece of the firm, they just don’t get their name on the wall, is that right?” She smiles, “so you’re on your way to a big office, you must be good at what you do.”

[codenamemoose]

“That’s about right. I did my paralegal work with them while I was studying for the Bar. I can’t complain - and some people think I’m pretty good. You’re quite good at what you do, Ms. Moore. Your work is quite good.”

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[codenamemoose]

@lostlovejess

Sam had found himself with (almost) everything that he could have wanted. He had left life in Kansas behind and made himself useful at his new home in Stanford.

He stayed - pre law, and it had paid off now. He had just sat for the Bar and the firm where he did his paralegal studies had told him that day he was now a Junior partner in their law practice.

It was a well known and respected practice. Of course his father didn’t care.

“Take the night off, Sam,” Mr. Vitello had told him, “put on a nice suit and head out to get some culture. And enjoy yourself; you earned it.”

Sam put on a suit and he went. An art exhabition seemed the height of culture, and while he couldn’t always understand paintings, he enjoyed looking.

The young lady who he recgonized at the artist of the painting he was looking at was also pleasing to see.

“Uh - yeah,” he said, “I was - honestly liking the way you added just a touch of green here.” Here Sam indicated a particular space. “It sets off the other colors perfectly.

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “not many people notice… it’s a reference to one of my favorite books… you’ve read The Great Gatsby…. right?”

“Are you going to bid on it? It’s a silent auction… so you don’t have to be all dramatic and bid in front of everyone.”

[codenamemoose]

He returned the smile, nodding.

“I would be very surprised if I saw anyone who is a high school grad and got out of reading Gatsby,” he said with amusement, “I enjoyed it somewhat. Much as I’d like to bid? I don’t have pockets as deep as some guys here.”

A pause.

“But hey; where are my manners? I’m Sam - Sam Winchester. I’m the new junior partner of Smith and Wesson.”

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles back at him, he had a nice smile, it was genuine, plus his dimples were adorable.

“Yeah by there’s a difference between reading it and just skimming the cliff notes 5 minutes before the test…” she chuckles.

She offers her hand for him to shake,“It’s for charity, so if you like it you should bid on it. It’s for a really good cause, and even if you don’t win you can say you tried.” She smiles, “it’s nice to meet you Sam Winchester. I’m Jessica Moore, starving artist.”

[codenamemoose]

“Pleasure, Ms. Moore,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it before bringing it to his lips and letting them brush the skin in a quick, chaste kiss.

“If you insist,” he said softly, and wrote down his bid.

[lostlovejess]

She giggles, blushing a bit as he kisses her hand, “if you don’t win I have a smaller version of a very similar painting you could hang in your new office. I’m assuming Junior Partners get nice big offices?”

[codenamemoose]

Chuckling a little, Sam let his fingers linger in hers as he released her hand. “Offices yes. Big ones? Not so much,” he admitted with a laugh.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[codenamemoose]

@lostlovejess

Sam had found himself with (almost) everything that he could have wanted. He had left life in Kansas behind and made himself useful at his new home in Stanford.

He stayed - pre law, and it had paid off now. He had just sat for the Bar and the firm where he did his paralegal studies had told him that day he was now a Junior partner in their law practice.

It was a well known and respected practice. Of course his father didn’t care.

“Take the night off, Sam,” Mr. Vitello had told him, “put on a nice suit and head out to get some culture. And enjoy yourself; you earned it.”

Sam put on a suit and he went. An art exhabition seemed the height of culture, and while he couldn’t always understand paintings, he enjoyed looking.

The young lady who he recgonized at the artist of the painting he was looking at was also pleasing to see.

“Uh - yeah,” he said, “I was - honestly liking the way you added just a touch of green here.” Here Sam indicated a particular space. “It sets off the other colors perfectly.

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “not many people notice… it’s a reference to one of my favorite books… you’ve read The Great Gatsby…. right?”

“Are you going to bid on it? It’s a silent auction… so you don’t have to be all dramatic and bid in front of everyone.”

[codenamemoose]

He returned the smile, nodding.

“I would be very surprised if I saw anyone who is a high school grad and got out of reading Gatsby,” he said with amusement, “I enjoyed it somewhat. Much as I’d like to bid? I don’t have pockets as deep as some guys here.”

A pause.

“But hey; where are my manners? I’m Sam - Sam Winchester. I’m the new junior partner of Smith and Wesson.”

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles back at him, he had a nice smile, it was genuine, plus his dimples were adorable.

“Yeah by there’s a difference between reading it and just skimming the cliff notes 5 minutes before the test…” she chuckles.

She offers her hand for him to shake,“It’s for charity, so if you like it you should bid on it. It’s for a really good cause, and even if you don’t win you can say you tried.” She smiles, “it’s nice to meet you Sam Winchester. I’m Jessica Moore, starving artist.”

[codenamemoose]

“Pleasure, Ms. Moore,” he said, taking her hand and shaking it before bringing it to his lips and letting them brush the skin in a quick, chaste kiss.

“If you insist,” he said softly, and wrote down his bid.

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[codenamemoose]

@lostlovejess

Sam had found himself with (almost) everything that he could have wanted. He had left life in Kansas behind and made himself useful at his new home in Stanford.

He stayed - pre law, and it had paid off now. He had just sat for the Bar and the firm where he did his paralegal studies had told him that day he was now a Junior partner in their law practice.

It was a well known and respected practice. Of course his father didn’t care.

“Take the night off, Sam,” Mr. Vitello had told him, “put on a nice suit and head out to get some culture. And enjoy yourself; you earned it.”

Sam put on a suit and he went. An art exhabition seemed the height of culture, and while he couldn’t always understand paintings, he enjoyed looking.

The young lady who he recgonized at the artist of the painting he was looking at was also pleasing to see.

“Uh - yeah,” he said, “I was - honestly liking the way you added just a touch of green here.” Here Sam indicated a particular space. “It sets off the other colors perfectly.

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

She smiles, “not many people notice… it’s a reference to one of my favorite books… you’ve read The Great Gatsby…. right?”

“Are you going to bid on it? It’s a silent auction… so you don’t have to be all dramatic and bid in front of everyone.”

[codenamemoose]

He returned the smile, nodding.

“I would be very surprised if I saw anyone who is a high school grad and got out of reading Gatsby,” he said with amusement, “I enjoyed it somewhat. Much as I’d like to bid? I don’t have pockets as deep as some guys here.”

A pause.

“But hey; where are my manners? I’m Sam - Sam Winchester. I’m the new junior partner of Smith and Wesson.”

@lostlovejess

[lostlovejess]

For Good || Closed

@codenamemoose

Jess was walking around the section of the ballroom where her art was hung. It felt really odd to be here, among such high-rollers. She roamed around her section trying to answer people’s questions about the work she’d donated to the charity auction.

She was a fairly successful artist, but this was still a huge deal for her. Yes, two of her pieces sold for $10,000, but she wasn’t really known outside the bay area of California. This would change things. Open so many doors. The charity had promised her a very small percentage of the proceeds from her paintings for her time. Although she wasn’t sure she should take it. She could write everything off on her taxes, and it was a great cause.

She walks up to one of her paintings, her favorite one in the collection, and stopped beside a man around her own age, “does it speak to you? You’ve been standing here a long time…”

[codenamemoose]

@lostlovejess

Sam had found himself with (almost) everything that he could have wanted. He had left life in Kansas behind and made himself useful at his new home in Stanford.

He stayed - pre law, and it had paid off now. He had just sat for the Bar and the firm where he did his paralegal studies had told him that day he was now a Junior partner in their law practice.

It was a well known and respected practice. Of course his father didn’t care.

“Take the night off, Sam,” Mr. Vitello had told him, “put on a nice suit and head out to get some culture. And enjoy yourself; you earned it.”

Sam put on a suit and he went. An art exhabition seemed the height of culture, and while he couldn’t always understand paintings, he enjoyed looking.

The young lady who he recgonized at the artist of the painting he was looking at was also pleasing to see.

“Uh - yeah,” he said, “I was - honestly liking the way you added just a touch of green here.” Here Sam indicated a particular space. “It sets off the other colors perfectly.

@lostlovejess

[codenamemoose]

Hi there!

Hey, sweetheart.

[bloodngrace-deactivated20181217]

@codenamemoose

He didn’t know how he did it or why he was brought back, but here he was alive and straight back from Hell. The only reason that he had been sent there in the first place was because he’d traded his own soul for Dean’s so that he stayed alive. It had taken him a few months to find out where Sam and Dean were but he finally did. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. John was expecting to be put to all of the test just as he would put anyone else through that came back from the dead. 

[codenamemoose]

Opening the door, Sam’s eyes widened, and he felt himself get momentarily lightheaded. All of a sudden he was a kid again, and the man before him was giving him that .45 to defend himself against the things under his bed.

“Dad?” Of course Sam would test him, already reaching for the silver knife he kept close by. He offered it to John, handle first, as well as to come in, lowering the gun just enough to show his father it was in fact an invitation.