another sweet Sam/Jess set in the SPNxSM ‘verse. sweet and sad. no schmoop tag for this one. Stupid last line.

——- prompt: FIRST ——-

Jessica isn’t his first girlfriend. Sam isn’t her first boyfriend. Their first kiss is as much an accident as it is a fond memory. There is nothing truly amazing about the first time they hug or hold hands or go on a date or make out. They just slide together, two halves of a whole that just needed to find each other. 

(Jess teases him about being cliche. Sam’s response his to press a sloppy kiss to her cheek, then remind her that she’s the one who insisted he buy her the biggest possible stuffed bear for Valentines.)

The firsts that matter aren’t the romantic ones. Jess is the first girl who doesn’t leave when he refuses to talk about his past. Sam is the first boy who doesn’t disappear when she breaks down for reasons she can’t explain. Jess is the first girl to ignore the scars on his body to focus on the man inside. Sam is the first boy who understands her nightmares without ever asking about them.

Jess is the first girl that he can see himself growing old with.

Sam is the first boy that she knows she’ll grow old with.

(It’s really too bad that tearing them apart is the first step.)