#jesssam

[abitchandabastard]

SAMJESS I MISS U 💔💔

[queermania]

I'd like to know more about Ruby being Jess.

tbh i haven't thought much beyond "wouldn't it be neat lol." but i do think it has some substance. jess goes to hell (idk why but it doesn't matter) and over the course of s1-2 is turned into a demon and the entire time she's being fed one singular goal: destroy sam winchester. and like she's not not on board with that. the guy lied to her and she burned on the ceiling for him. but! she's smart and so is lilith! so she pretends like the sole thing running through her metaphorical veins isn't revenge. and when she makes it topside, none of the other demons are surprised when she immediately throws in with the winchesters. of course she has a soft spot for sam! of course she's gonna help him! if he takes the throne in hell like he's supposed to, she'll get to rule by his side.

but then he kills lilith and the final seal breaks and she gets the big reveal and oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!!!!! the fallout of that?? whew. it would be so good.

you know what would be even better though? scenario where jess was possessed by ruby so sam was actually dating ruby the entire time he was living his Normal College Boy Life and jess was trapped in her body the whole time. and then she finds out that sam was a hunter and just... chose not to notice all the signs of demon possession. he could've saved her but he chose to be oblivious for his own sake and then jess burned on the ceiling and something in jess's soul snapped. she spends the next however many years in hell mangling herself into the kind of monster sam can't kill and that's how we get ruby 2.0. (so, just to recap: jess was actually ruby 1.0, ruby 1.0 was herself, and ruby 2.0 was jess).

anyway. lots of possibilities and i am rotating then in my mind, as one does.

[quietwings-fics]

roses

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Supernatural Ship: SamJess Additional Tags: Episode: s01e01 Pilot (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Flowers, Drabble, Angst Wordcount: 100 Summary:

Flowers on a grave after a house fire.

Notes:

For day 19's prompt: flower bouquet

Sam always loved roses. Jess couldn’t stand them.

They laid there beside the gravestone, picked for their vibrancy. Not red. White. It wouldn’t be right to let the petals fall off, land against the ground like drops of blood on skin. Dean had helped pick them out. He hadn’t said a word, only handed over his own card when it was time to pay, wouldn’t take no for an answer.

They had both flinched from a display of orange and yellow flowers.

Sam would have liked these, Jess thought.

She walked away from Sam’s grave and towards his brother’s car.

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[lovetheirloves]

Date Night

Title: Date Night Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33345526 Square Filled: Against the Wall Ship: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Rating: E Tags: Drinking, Voyeurism, Wall Sex, Polyamory, Jealousy, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, dean winchester's poor communication skills, Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plo, tPorn with Feelings, Everybody Is Deeply Fucked Up, Hunters & Hunting, Multiple Orgasms Summary: Sam has a date with Jess. Dean has a date with a bottle of whiskey. Jealousy free with purchase. Word Count: 1790

Created for @spnkinkbingo

[trend90s]

champagne problems + samjess for @spectator-sam ♡

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[daidalos-ikaros]

California

Ship: Sam/Jess and Wincest

Summary: Sam never felt like it was at home until Jess did that

Word Count: 257

A/N: For the Karolina’s Playlist Challenge @loveitsallineed inspired by the song “Drive” by Halsey, and for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s 20K celebration with the prompt "Blame it on my wild heart" from “Wild Heart” by Stevie Nicks.

California didn’t feel like home to Sam. Too steady, too slow, too different from the one-motel-tonight-another-tomorrow life. But he had Jess, laugh coming off beautiful and hitting his chest like a new air he has never felt before.

And that laugh reminds him of something else, another blond hair, dirtier, bloodier, deep green eyes instead of soft ones, a shiny black ’67 Impala instead of a beat up blue Ford Anglia. And then, one day, on the open road, Jess pulled over, no cars beside themselves and fire in her eyes, and she climbed up his lap and smiled at him.

“Here?” Sam asked, love and lust in his eyes too.

“Blame it on my wild heart,” Jess said, and Sam answered.

“Backseat.”

And in a couple of minutes, Sam was lying in the backseat, Jess riding him as wild as him and when Sam exploded, right there, on an old car, on the road, Jess blurred and his brother was there for a second, calling him sweetheart, cum for me, baby boy, that was the moment Jess fell softly over him and Sam felt that, that warm feeling, that sweet tingle in his chest. He looked down to Jess, whispering almost with fear, all 18 years old of afraid of the dark.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. And Jess smiled, a deep emotion inside them both, bonding so deeply.

Sam had already thought that with Dean, but this was the place, this was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He wanted to love her till the end of time. California had just started to feel like home. Jess felt like home.

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daily reminder

Jess/Sam is everything good in this world (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[sammys-jess-blog]

Sam/Jess One-shot: Sam draws Jess.

Sam/Jess One-shot: Sam draws Jess.

"Jess sit still!" Sam’s voice bounced round the living room walls as he tried to stifle a laugh. Jess was mock pouting in his direction, tossing her golden curls over one shoulder, her smile making him go slightly weak at the knees. It had been Sam’s proposal that he should draw Jess, but she seemed more intent on making him laugh than anything else. "Sam, you have to draw me like one of your French girls!" Jess pulled down the corner of the baggy hoodie she was wearing, revealing her collarbone. "Are you ever gonna give me that hoodie back?" Sam raised an eyebrow, in mock disapproval. A small smile made its way onto Jess’ features as she shook her head, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m borrowing it… Permanently.”

Ten minutes later Sam was perched precariously on the arm of the couch, pad in one hand and a pencil hanging loosely from his lips, he was adding the finishing touches to the drawing, making sure he had captured her sweet smile and bright eyes perfectly. “I want to see it already!” Jess said impatiently, with a hint of amusement tainting her words. Sam rolled his eyes and looked up at her, opening his mouth to speak- "Patience grasshopper." "Patience grasshopper." They both spoke in unison, making Jess’ smile grow even bigger as she moved from the wooden chair she had been perched on, Sam quickly turned the pad over so she couldn’t see, provoking a small whine of disappointment from Jess. “C’mon Sam, I bet it isn’t that bad.” She wrinkled up her nose in that adorable way of hers, leaning to press soft kisses to Sam’s cheek. “Puurleease.” Continuing to kiss his features she grabbed both of his cheeks in her hands, bringing her face closer to his, Sam’s breath caught in his throat as he pressed his lips to hers, eyes fluttering shut as the kiss grew into something more intense. "Gotcha!" Jess pulled away from the kiss and grabbed the pad from his hand, holding it above her head in triumph. With a resigned groan, Sam leant back into the couch, covering his eyes in obvious embarrassment. A moment of silence broke the light atmosphere, and Sam sunk further into the cushions. "Sam… It’s beautiful. I- I love it." the utter sincerity in her tone made Sam uncover his face, sitting up to check her expression. They briefly made eye contact, and a smile spread across Sam’s lips, frown lifting completely. "You idiot. I love you." Jess giggled, hugging the pad into her chest before setting it down carefully on the coffee table, running a finger lightly over the pencil lines. Turning back to face her boyfriend, Jess nuzzled into his shoulder, suddenly feeling tired. She wouldn’t admit it to Sam, but the workload at Stanford was weighing her down immensely, but there was nothing she could do about it, she had to pass her exams. The white picket fence life didn’t seem so far away now, it may be cliche but Jess wanted it more than anything and Sam was adamant he did too. "Baby, let’s get you to bed." Sam whispered into her hair, wrapping his arms around Jess, picking her up bridal style and walking slowly to the bedroom. It only took a few minutes for her to welcome the long needed sleep, and to Sam’s quiet pleasure, Jess curled up beside him, head resting on his rhythmically rising and falling chest. It was at times like this when Sam would close his eyes, imagining that he had just come home from a long day of work to hear Jess’ loud singing from the kitchen where she was making dinner, hips swaying to the music. The apple pie life he so desperately craved.

- Time lapse -

"Sam?" Dean’s tone was softer than usual, and it made Sam’s stomach lurch slightly. "Yeah?" Dean unfolded a crumpled piece of paper which he had found in the passenger side of the Impala, Sam recognised it immediately and bit on his lip to stop any tears that threatened to spill. Dean held up the paper, which had a faded mug ring on the corner. “Is this Jess?” his voice was even softer now, verging on a whisper. Sam could only nod, staring at his palms, giving in and letting a lone tear escape down his cheek. “Nine years Dean, nine years and I still miss her so damn much.” His voice cracked as he spoke, Dean frowned in sympathy, and he started to fold the paper back up but Sam stopped him, taking it carefully from his grasp like it was made of fragile glass. The engine of the Impala started up and Dean turned on the stereo, ‘Dust in the Wind’ rudely interrupted the silence of the car and Sam let out a shaky sigh, staring down at the drawing, tracing the faint pencil lines with a finger.