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SPN: Earth to Sam Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Jess
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Jess
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: He's trying to work up the courage to kiss her. Honest. For![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
feywood.
Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
"Are you ever going to kiss me?"
Sam was not normally so backward. Okay, he wasn't a complete slut like Dean, but he wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, either. Well. He did sometimes blush a bit, when a girl was particularly forward or something, but mostly he was okay. Well. Sometimes, if he really really liked a girl --
"Earth to Sam Winchester?"
She was smiling, which was a good sign. She didn't think he was a total freak. Yet. There was always time for him to apply his foot to his mouth in some epic way, of course.
"Um," he said, intelligently.
"I asked," she said, and damn but she was beautiful, smiling at him like that, eyes wicked with fun and yet not sharp, not judging, "if you were ever going to kiss me."
"Um," he said again, and then cleared his throat. "I, um -- "
"If the answer's yes, go ahead and do it," she said. "And by the way? I don't think you're a freak, and won't think you're a freak, I think you're really cute and I think you really, really need to kiss me right now."
"Um," Sam said, again, but kissing? Kissing, he knew how to do.
"Wow," she said, when he pulled back.
"Yeah," he said, getting rather lost in those eyes. After a moment, she smiled at him.
"Are you ever going to kiss me again?"
He decided to reply by doing so; his vocabulary had, apparently, been left behind. In bed. Or perhaps it was sat on the sofa watching the tv, maybe playing on his computer.
Main characters: Sam, Jess
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Sam/Jess
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: He's trying to work up the courage to kiss her. Honest. For
feywood.Note: Only seen S1 at this point.
"Are you ever going to kiss me?"
Sam was not normally so backward. Okay, he wasn't a complete slut like Dean, but he wasn't exactly a blushing virgin, either. Well. He did sometimes blush a bit, when a girl was particularly forward or something, but mostly he was okay. Well. Sometimes, if he really really liked a girl --
"Earth to Sam Winchester?"
She was smiling, which was a good sign. She didn't think he was a total freak. Yet. There was always time for him to apply his foot to his mouth in some epic way, of course.
"Um," he said, intelligently.
"I asked," she said, and damn but she was beautiful, smiling at him like that, eyes wicked with fun and yet not sharp, not judging, "if you were ever going to kiss me."
"Um," he said again, and then cleared his throat. "I, um -- "
"If the answer's yes, go ahead and do it," she said. "And by the way? I don't think you're a freak, and won't think you're a freak, I think you're really cute and I think you really, really need to kiss me right now."
"Um," Sam said, again, but kissing? Kissing, he knew how to do.
"Wow," she said, when he pulled back.
"Yeah," he said, getting rather lost in those eyes. After a moment, she smiled at him.
"Are you ever going to kiss me again?"
He decided to reply by doing so; his vocabulary had, apparently, been left behind. In bed. Or perhaps it was sat on the sofa watching the tv, maybe playing on his computer.