Okay wow. After tonight’s episode… I need cheering up. So. I am going to write up a couple of the sweeter Jess/Sam prompts for my SPNxSM thing. Hopefully they’ll make sense, even without a lot of the background stuff.

——- prompt: FRIENDS ——-

Jessica is sprawled across one end of the couch when Sam comes home that evening. She is slowly swinging her legs back and forth over the arm of the couch, and one hand is twisting and tangling in her hair. The other arm is extended over her head, a red ribbon hanging down from whatever she is looking at. An open letter rests face down on her bare stomach.

She tilts her head back to smile up at him as he sits down. “Hey Sam.”

“Hey yourself.” He smiles back at her as he tugs her up, pulling her head into his lap so he can untangle the mess she’s made of her hair. “What’s that?”

“A gift,” and her smile turns teasing as she holds the ribbon out towards him. Hanging from it is a thin crystal vial that catches the setting sun in a riot of colour. Gently Sam takes it from her and inspects it with mild curiousity. The vial is a couple inches long, maybe a quarter of one in diameter, and filled with alternating layers of particles. His lips quirk a bit as he places the strange mixture: sand, salt, and coffee grinds, of all things. 

The vial is also decorated with a cross that is carefully etched into the side of the vial, and the cap looks like it might just be sterling silver. It speaks for how determined he is to leave his old life behind that he doesn’t dwell on what the strange little gift could be used for when it came to a hunt.

Jess is giggling at the intensity of his expression, and Sam sticks his tongue out at her in retaliation.

“Rei set it to me. To keep ghosts out of the apartment, since she isn’t here to exorcise it for me.”

It takes Sam a moment to remember just who Rei is; while he doesn’t talk much of Dean and Dad, Jess’ stories of her high school friends may be slightly stilted, but she still tries to let him into that part of her life. “The Shinto priestess who went to a catholic school, right?”

“That’s the one!”

“Does she do exorcisms often?”

Jessica’s laugh is bright with happy memories. “Oh Sam… didn’t I tell you how we first met? Rei tried to exorcise me!”

His laugh joins hers at the mental image: a small Japanese girl trying to cast the evil out of the younger version of his girlfriend…? He knows that Jess wasn’t as tall as then as she is now, but that’s the image that’s in his head. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” she’s still giggling, though her smile turns rueful. “There’s… well, there’s not a whole lot of blondes in Japan, you know? So… some people associate it with delinquents and gangs. Rei wasn’t the first person to make that mistake.”

“Somehow, I just can’t see it,” he murmurs, running a finger down her cheek. “So… how is this little thing supposed to ward off the big bad ghosts?”

He has some ideas of what the sand and salt could be used for, can even still name off a number of spirits and creatures that they’d be effective against. The problem is those coffee grinds; he couldn’t think of anything that had to do with ghosts, which meant it was probably one of those new age wicca things.

“Well, let’s see… Rei wrote it down here somewhere…” she picks the letter up off her stomach to scour the contents for the answer. “Hmm, well spirits are apparently incredibly neurotic and have to count every single grain before they can move past the vial. And this will give me— and I’m quoting here Sam, don’t laugh— time ‘to find someone who can exorcise the ghost for me’.”

He can’t help it. He just has to laugh at that. He doesn’t tell her that with a little bit of brushing up he would be able to perform the possible future exorcism himself. He doesn’t tell her that it wouldn’t be the first time he’d located a corpse to do a little salt and burn to ensure that it never comes back. He doesn’t tell her any of that because they are normal people living a normal life in a normal world.

He does, however, lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. She tilts her head back and claims his lips instead. It is gentle and chaste, just a sweet brushing of lips, but it makes him feel so much better about keeping his secrets secret. She tangles her fingers in his hair, breaking the kiss with a soft smile.

“You’ve got some weird friends, Jess.”

“You have no idea.”