For; anonymous
Prompt; Sam runs into Jess in Heaven.
"Sam, come on! Dinnerās gonna go cold!"
This isnāt right. This is - he was just in Cold Oak, and there was a burning in his back and he fell and Dean was there and everything was fire and -
"Sam! Iām not kidding!"
But this is his room, in his apartment, near Stanford. And Sam stands from the double bed - the one that he shares with Jess - and his nerve endings are buzzing with something that he canāt place because he knows that voice, and he knows this place.
Heās out of the room so fast itās like he flies, and there she is. Sheās next to the table and itās set beautifully and there are candles and itās Jess. Her hair in ringlets and sheās wearing this black dress that always made her seem like a ballerina to Sam for reasons he canāt explain, and sheās smiling at him like heās the most important thing in her life. He remembers this, this is their first anniversary dinner. This already happened.
But if Jess is here - - then this isnāt real. This has to be Heaven because this is the only place Jess belongs. Sam just doesnāt know why heās here too.
"There you are baby. I thought you were gonna stand me up."
"Couldnāt leave my girl all dressed up with nowhere to go, could I?"
The words fall from his lips without prompt, because thatās what he said when this really happened, and because this is what they are. Fancy dinners made from cheap food and their best clothes for their anniversary and tiny apartments and miles of skin and opposite ends of a spectrum that only contains them.
And Sam is kissing Jess now, and she smells like vanilla and sheās soft and perfect in his arms and he wants to skip the dinner, wants to pull her to the couch and wrap her up and never let her go but he canāt ruin this.
So they have dinner and they talk about nothing that really matters and itās everything Sam wants to hear because he canāt stop looking at her. He doesnāt know what heās eating, doesnāt know what heās drinking, and none of it matters because Jess is laughing and smiling and loving him.
And then smoke falls from the vent and Jessā eyes flood black, and a voice thatās not her own tells him heās been saved.
Sam wakes up on a mattress in an abandoned cabin with fire in his back, and a spark of loss that he canāt understand sitting in the bottom of his stomach. This isnāt his saviour, this is his damnation.
