as many of you have probably already
noticed, this blog is hella disorganized
when it comes to my tag system and
navigation. this is due to the fact that
i made jess entirely on the fly and so
repurposed an old account. that being
said, sheâs actually been surprisingly
well received? and so, deserves a new
and improved blog. which means, yes,
iâll be moving her to a new account in
the next few days. not to worry, though!
all mutuals will be refollowed on there,
though i may drop quite a few older
threads in the name of a fresh start.
wish jess and i luck as we get to work!
supernatural rewatch | 1.14 Nightmare
Dean Iâm scared, man. These nightmares werenât bad enough, now Iâm seeing things when Iâm awake? And these⌠visions, or whatever, theyâre getting more intense. And painful.Â
Send âââ and Iâll generate a number from 1-10 for a situation where my muse blurts out âI love youâ to your muse. @hiscviorâ
3. Last words
It hadnât been enough to lose Jessica once. To see her burn above him while his brother practically dragged him from the apartment.
When sheâd returned, sure it hadnât started off very smooth, but who could blame them? She was an  angel, and he couldnât just give up hunting all at once for an another attempt at a normal life.God knew that never worked out. E v e r.
All things considered, Sam liked to think that they did the best that they could haveââ once theyâd made the decision to move on, and rebuild, forgetting what it was they used to have.
~
The promise had seemed easy enough to keep.âIâll make it back. Promise.â Reassuring smile set on his face, he gave her a small nod. At the time, he meant the words in every way. Heâd be back. He had to be.
As the days drew on, it became a promise that he made each time he left for a hunt with Dean.
He felt it necessary, and no matter what, Sam didnât think that he could tell her enough.
Heâd be back. There was no way that he was going to abandon their kids. One of them was still an  i n f a n t, and the otherââ not even born yet. There were only a few months left until theyâd have the opportunity to get to know that little one as wellââ all the more reason to make it back in  o n e piece.
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It had been an  a c c i d e n t. He wasnât paying attention. Dean wasnât even on the same floor of the mental asylum. Heâd dealt with ghosts before. Angry ghosts, vengeful ghosts.Heâd always survivedââ as close as it had been.
This wasnât going to be any differentâŚor at least heâd promised Jessica.
Because next thing he knew, Sam was pinned against the hospital bed, straps too tight to squirm him way out of.Â
âDean!â He called out as the unnecessary shock treatment from the ghost of the mad doctor commenced.
By the time the oldest Winchester had made it back up the stairs, Sam was completely still and strapped to the table, and not conscious.
Frantic, Dean rushed his little brother back to the bunker, coming across Jessica as he hurriedly placed Sam down in a chair.
âCome on, Sam. Sammy!â Dean groaned, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
The Winchesterâs eyes shot open at once, eyes falling to Dean, and then to Jessica.Â
He met her concerned gaze, his own eyes lazy and beginning to fall shut again.
âJess,â he couldnât quite muster up an apology, but he hoped that his eyes showed that he neededââ wanted to say.
That he was sorry. That he wanted to be there for her and their two kids. That heâd done all that he could to keep something like this from happening.
None of that was what he could manage to say. None of that was what he did say.
Instead, he used all of the energy that he could, and gave her a smile. Faint and weak as it was, a smile nonetheless.
âI love you.â Words were quiet, feeble, but the emotion was clear. His l o v e  for her was clear.
With that, Samâs eyes shut again, and he fell completely limp, head falling to the side as his chest stilled completely.
( outgoing sms | sam | failed to deliver ) ( mssg ) care to explain why youâve been avoiding me lately?( mssg ) its been months, and youâre still acting strange.( mssg ) i canât stand it when you keep things from me, sam.
( outgoing sms | sam | sent ) ( mssg ) hello, handsome!( mssg ) didnât want to wake you, so ran to do some errands with dean and little one.( mssg ) itâs a gorgeous day, though! picnic at the park with natalie and i this afternoon?
Send âââ and Iâll generate a number from 1-10 for a situation where my muse blurts out âI love youâ to your muse. 10: While scared
The bunker is running on emergency power, overhead lights flickering dully. Shesprints down the corridors, her voice hoarse from shouting. â Sam? Sam! â No reply.The angel slides to a halt in front of the first door in the hall, slightly ajar. Nightlightis still running, projecting butterflies onto lavender walls. The tiny bed in the centerof the room is empty â blankets disheveled. â Natalie â- Sam! â She wails again,stumbling out of her daughterâs empty room and into the one beside it. The nurseryis filled with the sound of static, emanating from the baby monitor sitting beside anempty crib. This wasnât happening. It couldnât be happening â her family was gone.
Jessica starts awake with a noise of distress, cheeks slick with tears. She tears atthe blankets in a dazed panic, and it only takes Sam a split second to wake in turn.â Jess â- hey, shh. â He rasps, pinning her thrashing arms with a practiced grasp.She exhales a sob in reply, the last remnants of her nightmare fading from reality.He loosens his grip on her only when she relaxes, in favor of carding his fingersthough her blonde locks in an effort to soothe â dropping soft whispers in her ear.â Sam. â She whimpers, grasping at his arms if only to convince herself that thisis real, that heâs really there. â You were â and they were â â Jess canât evenbring herself to finish her explanation, but she knows she doesnât have to. It isnâtthe first time sheâs had this dream. Sam presses a kiss to her temple, continuingto comb a hand through her hair, while the other presses to the swell of her belly.Â
 â It wasnât real, Jess. â He murmurs, and itâs all she can do to believe him. Theangel exhales an unsteady sigh.â Iâm right here. Natalie is safe and sound â and so is this one. â The Winchester assures her, and as if to echo his words, the babyboy she carries kicks out. Her hand comes to rest over Samâs, the angel drawingin a few shaky breaths before nodding. He presses another kiss to her flaxen curls,before carefully drawing her back down to rest. Fingers skim soothingly over herskin, lulling the petite woman into a sleepy state once more.
 â I love you. â Nothing but a hoarse whisper, Jessicaâs throat raw from crying. Samgives a tired smile, remaining awake just long enough to echo her words.
Send âââ for a morning text.
Send âââ for a text that wasnât sent.
Send âââ for a rushed text.
Send âââ for a drunk text.
Send ââżâ for a suggestive text.Â
Send âøâ for a late night text.
Send âââ for a hateful text.
send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
The first time happens outside of her dorm room. Itâs half past ten, and thoughJess had assured her roommate that she didnât need to wait for her, she swearsshe can hear the other girlâs poor attempts at hiding herself on the other side of the door regardless. Still, it isnât enough to distract her from the boy standing infront of her. First dates were always awkward â or so she had believed, up untiltonight. Sam had proven her wrong, because heâd managed to throw together a night she wouldnât forget any time soon. Seconds tick by, neither of the twowanting to be the first to say goodbye. Jess fumbles with her keys for a moment,before exhaling a sigh.  â ââ we should do this again, sometime ? â Spoken as more a question than a suggestion. He doesnât reply all at once, andher heart seems to drop to her stomach. Evidently, however, Sam had simply decided he didnât need to speak to confirm a second date â instead drawing her near enough to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Itâs a fleeting gesture, lasting onlya second or two, but Jessica is smiling by the time they part. â How does next Friday sound? â
The second time stems from frustration. Jess is spawled out upon her boyfriendâsbed, while Sam appears deep in study at his desk. Sheâs scrolling through onlineapartment listings, still attempting to organize her friends into setting up a betterliving arrangement. There was no way in hell she was spending another year inthe dorms. They were fine enough for freshman and sophomores, but juniors ...â I swear, there are no decent four bedroom places in Stanford. At all. âThe blonde huffs, pushing her laptop away and hiding her face in irritation. Sheâdbeen looking for at least three weeks, and hadnât come up with anything that hadbeen deemed satisfactory by her potential roommates. Not that they were muchhelp â Jessica had been doing all of the work involved in the process. She canâteven be bothered to look up when Sam joins her on the bed, merely giving a sadlittle whine. A few moments pass, before he speaks up. â What about this place? âA second of silence, before the cheerleader looks up at the screen â only to shakeher head in reply. â Four people canât fit into a one bedroom apartment, Sam. â He nods, as if relenting to her point, before the faintest of smiles ( albeit nervous )finds his features. â No ââ but two people can. â It takes her a while to register exactly what heâs suggesting, but when she does, Jess nearly knocks the laptop off the bed altogether in her haste to climb onto his lap, meeting his gaze with a grin of delight. â Are you saying what I think youâre saying? â  â ââ letâs move in together? Yeah. â If the delighted laugh she gives doesnât seal the deal, the kiss Jessica captures her boyfriend in most certainly does.
The third time occurs months after her return. They hadnât trusted her, at the start.Not that the angel could blame either of the Winchesters for it â even she realizedjust how suspicious her sudden return seemed. But theyâd worked through it, slowly,and with time, her presence became accepted. The siblings had returned from a hunt only hours before, and as per usual, had retired to their individual rooms almostinstantly. Jessica had elected to spend the time they slept with baking, having cometo learn that no matter how bad a mood he may return in, she could at the very leastsoften Dean up with desserts. Sam, however, was trickier â perhaps due to the factthat theyâd hardly spoken, at least not on a personal level. Exchanges had been allbusiness, all matter of fact. He was protecting himself, and so was she, if both werebeing honest. Jess supposes itâs for the best. Sheâs in the midst of rolling out a piecrust when she hears the footsteps â- the younger Winchester appearing in thekitchen doorway. Mossy hues meet his for only a moment before they return to thetask at hand, the blonde adding another dusting of flour to the counter top.â You should be resting. â She chastises softly, knowing all too well how exhausting hunts could be. She wasalways fretting about one thing or another, and Sam was an easy target for her.â Couldnât. â The hunter replies simply, hovering at a distance for a while. Jess is hardly payingattention when he finally makes his was over to her, all but towering over her petiteform. Manicured brows furrow, but he answers her question before she can ask it.â ââ youâve got ... âHis touch is gentle, a thumb moving to swipe away a smudge of flour that hadsomehow managed to find a place upon her chin. Jessicaâs lips part more out ofsurprise than any other motive, but it still seems to provide temptation enough.Samâs mouth presses to hers and lingers for a few heartbeats, before drawingback. Their gazes remain fixed upon each other for only a moment more beforehe turns, leaving the kitchen without a word.
The fourth time takes place in the nursery. The project itself is only a quarter ofthe way to completion, nothing more than four pale yellow walls and boxes fullof unbuilt furniture, but Jessica can already see what itâs going to look like. Samhad been preparing for bed when sheâd wandered off, and it takes him a goodfew minutes to find her. He half considers chastising her for vanishing like shedoes, out of the blue, but canât seem to bring himself to do so when he spotsher standing in the center of the space. Her brows are furrowed in thought, thatlittle crease forming in between them as it always does when sheâs lost in herhead. The hunter has no desire to disturb her, now, rather electing to cross theempty room and wrap his arms around the angel. Jess sinks into his embraceas if on instinct, head falling to rest against his chest, and gifts him a tiny smile.â She likes it in here, you know. âA casual statement, spoken quietly as if not to disturb the hush of the room. â Does she ? âSam indulges the idea --- if their daughter was anywhere near as opinionated asher mother, it was no surprise she was getting an early start on having her say.Jessica emits a bubbly little laugh, capturing his hands and guiding them alongthe soft swell of her stomach. Natalieâs movements are faint, still just whispers,but one could make them out if they cared to. The angel can feel the flutters,as though her little one was doing her level best to make her agreement known. â Even more when youâre here. âJess confirms, and only then does Sam twist her carefully in his grasp, allowinghim to capture her gaze. He sweeps a thumb affectionately along her jaw, beforepressing a kiss to her forehead -- nose -- and finally, her lips.  â Good â because Iâm not going anywhere. â
The fifth time, theyâre standing at the altar. Or, more accurately, under the dappledshade of an oak tree, but Jess doesnât care to be picky about the details. The dressshe wears, ivory chiffon and soft against her skin, flutters just so around her petiteform in the warm afternoon breeze. Sam stands before her, his gaze trained steadilyupon his bride, a crooked smile playing upon his features as the pastor speaks thelast few words the ceremony. â With this ring, I thee wed. âThe Winchester states calmly, though his eyes are brighter than any time Jess canrecall as he slides the wedding band to join her engagement ring. She canât helpbut admire the way they sparkle when the sun catches them. â With this ring, I thee wed. âThe angel echoes softly, and if any had thought her smile couldnât grow even more radiant, she most assuredly proves them wrong as she places the ring upon Samâsfinger. The elderly officiator gives a soft chuckle, before his words ring out acrossthe field theyâve all come to for the ceremony.â Samuel and Jessica, by the power invested in me ---- I now pronounce you husbandand wife. You may kiss the bride! âThough they hardly wait for the pastorâs cue -- his lips pressing to herâs only a splitsecond after its been made official. Sam quite literally manages to sweep Jess offher feet, twirling her about before setting her solidly back upon the ground with a grin. Deanâs whoops echo throughout the space, and Natalie is giggling up a stormin her uncleâs arms. Perhaps they hadnât gotten here as planned, but she knows nowthat she would never have wanted it any other way.
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