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jo_samTitle: Face to Face
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Sam/Jo
Disclaimer: Not mine
Face to face we stood. I was shocked, speechless, while he was guilty, and standing in my doorway.
He reeked of Eggnog, shaving cream and booze, as he came closer, making the gap between us disappear.
“Marry Christmas, Jo.”
Sam Winchester, not Dean, never Dean, fell into my arms. He wasn’t as heavy as Dean, but it still took all of my strength to pull him to the empty bed.
‘Marry Christmas, Joanna.’
I opened gifts while he slept it off, clean clothes from Ellen, knifes from Bobby, sharp new, and a Winchester.
He woke screaming names, Jessica, Dean, Dad and Mom, over and over again.
“Good you’re up, now you can leave. Take your eggnog with you.”
If it was Dean, drunk and at my front door I would bring him in, steal the only kisses I’ll ever have, and watch him leave again, but Sam wasn’t Dean.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here, and heck don’t remember most of what I did.”
Then he did it, puppy dog eyes all full of guilt and sadness.
“Sam, you can stay, it’s warm in here, and cold out there.”
“Umm…ok, I think I’ll do that.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Sam/Jo
Disclaimer: Not mine
Face to face we stood. I was shocked, speechless, while he was guilty, and standing in my doorway.
He reeked of Eggnog, shaving cream and booze, as he came closer, making the gap between us disappear.
“Marry Christmas, Jo.”
Sam Winchester, not Dean, never Dean, fell into my arms. He wasn’t as heavy as Dean, but it still took all of my strength to pull him to the empty bed.
‘Marry Christmas, Joanna.’
I opened gifts while he slept it off, clean clothes from Ellen, knifes from Bobby, sharp new, and a Winchester.
He woke screaming names, Jessica, Dean, Dad and Mom, over and over again.
“Good you’re up, now you can leave. Take your eggnog with you.”
If it was Dean, drunk and at my front door I would bring him in, steal the only kisses I’ll ever have, and watch him leave again, but Sam wasn’t Dean.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here, and heck don’t remember most of what I did.”
Then he did it, puppy dog eyes all full of guilt and sadness.
“Sam, you can stay, it’s warm in here, and cold out there.”
“Umm…ok, I think I’ll do that.”
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Date: 2007-12-16 09:19 pm (UTC)