Written for @swansongbingo
Square filled: Stanford!Sam (Season One)
Warning tags: No Archive Warning
Ship: Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore (light)
Summary: Thriving at Stanford, Sam believes he is finally free to embrace who he really is.
Read on AO3 (I might turn this into a full length fic)
Sam lifted his eyes from his computer screen to meet Jessica’s. Holding her cup of coffee, she stared at him. She was already dressed and ready to head out for her morning class.
Sam smiled at her. “Nothing’s wrong. Um, far from it actually.” He swallowed hard and returned his focus to his computer screen to make sure he had read the e-mail properly.
“What is it, babe? Did—oh my God. Did you get it? The scores?” She stepped into the kitchen.
“And?” she asked, putting down her cup on the counter.
Sam looked at her again. She was staring at him intensively and kept shifting on her feet with giddiness.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my God, Sam!” she cheered as she dashed towards him. With her arms wrapped around him, she gave him a warm, tight hug. “That’s almost a perfect score.”
“Stop. I’m so proud of you!”
Sam, unable to contain his smile, beamed. “Yeah?”
“Of course! I knew you could do it!” She loosened her embrace to look at him properly. Standing on her tip toes, she kissed him tenderly.
“Damn it,” she said, after breaking the kiss. “I have to leave. I’m sorry. I’m—I’ll probably be late already.”
“Don’t be sorry,” said Sam.
“We have to celebrate!” she said urgently. “Tonight.”
He let out a sigh. “You know how I feel about—today.”
“I know, but—Sam, this is huge. We have to do something. Besides, we agreed to meet Luis at the pub.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek and walked away from him.
Sam groaned. “I was hoping to skip it.”
She stopped and turned around, amused. “Nah-uh. You said you would go out with us. Despite today being Halloween. And now you have a perfect excuse.”
