Written for @swansongbingo
Square filled: Stanford!Sam (Season One)
Warning tags: No Archive Warning
Ship: Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore (light)
Summary:Ā 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)
āSam? Whatās wrong?ā
Sam lifted his eyes from his computer screen to meet Jessicaās. 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. āNothingās wrong. Um, far from it actually.ā He swallowed hard and returned his focus to his computer screen to make sure he had read the e-mail properly.
āWhat is it, babe? Didāoh my God. Did you get it? The scores?ā She stepped into the kitchen.
āAnd?ā 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. āOh my God, Sam!ā she cheered as she dashed towards him. With her arms wrapped around him, she gave him a warm, tight hug. āThatās almost a perfect score.ā
āStop. Iām so proud of you!ā
Sam, unable to contain his smile, beamed. āYeah?ā
āOf course! I knew you could do it!ā She loosened her embrace to look at him properly. Standing on her tip toes, she kissed him tenderly.
āDamn it,ā she said, after breaking the kiss. āI have to leave. Iām sorry. IāmāIāll probably be late already.ā
āDonāt be sorry,ā said Sam.
āWe have to celebrate!ā she said urgently. āTonight.ā
He let out a sigh. āYou know how I feel aboutātoday.ā
āI know, butāSam, this is huge. We have to do something. Besides, we agreed to meet Luis at the pub.ā She kissed him quickly on the cheek and walked away from him.
Sam groaned. āI was hoping to skip it.ā
She stopped and turned around, amused. āNah-uh. You said you would go out with us. Despite today being Halloween. And now you have a perfect excuse.ā