[SPN]: Being Jessica.
For snapshot challenge: Prompt: myth
PG-13
Pre-series and Pilot.
1057 words.
Notes: This was going to be a highly dramatic piece of work detailing the enigma that is the Winchester boys, you know- how they’re the stuff of legends that myths are formed from. Instead, the Jess voice waltzed in and made herself at home. This came out. I like it though. So enjoy. Set pre-series and Pilot. Also, I have no idea which animal’s DNA is the polar opposite of human, but turtles seem a pretty good bet.
She met him second semester in a class she signed up for in order to get easy extra credit. American Folklore.
Jessica Moore on Sam Winchester, with a side serving on all his little secrets- including Dean.
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Being Jessica.
He’s tall and Christ- he’s pretty damn gorgeous- glinting eyes and mysterious dimpled smiles. The kind of boy her momma would warn her against. But once she gets to know him a little bit, well- he’s exactly the kind of boy her momma would book a church for.
Sam Winchester. He tells her over coffee that he got a 174 in a way that makes her think he thinks it’s something to be ashamed about and mentions he has no family, not anymore. He looks like he doesn’t really belong, but it’s still first year and besides, she can’t place exactly where he should be. And even though there’s always something missing from his side that she can’t quite seem to fill (when they’re friends and after) he seems to like her all the same. Lucky really, ‘cause she kinda likes him a lot too.
She met him second semester in a class she signed up for in order to get easy extra credit. American Folklore, besides sounding somewhat of an interesting topic, was really only meant to be something she attended for the sake of attending and listen for the sake of there being nothing else better to do. Instead it became the single most intriguing class she’d remember being in. Sam walks in late - and yeah okay, that’s when she notices him and how damn tall he is- and it’s so damn cliché but there’s only two seats left available in the room and one of them is next to her. Since the other is next to some guy wearing black lipstick (a fact she notices in hindsight, is also applicable to 69% of the remaining members of the class) and hasn’t showered in what smells like a week with no apparent reason as to what statement he may be making…it kind of logically goes that Beanpole will sit next to her. And holy miracle of miracles the beanpole does. He smiles shyly at her and says I’m Sam just as easy as you please, and then turns away. Huh. You’d think he’d never had a friend before.
Up close, he’s even more good looking (and Jess is nineteen thankyou very much, her libido still happens to be sitting shotgun most of the time) and she pretty much comes to the conclusion that he’s here for the extra credit too- cause face it, no-one that hunky is academically invested in outback American legends- when he raises his hand and says Wouldn’t it be more apt to say that humans would display animalistic tendencies and loss of control rather than a proper physical transformation? Because that would imply a complete mutation of the genetic coding and I mean, the DNA sequencing between humans and wolves are pretty much polar opposites behind like, turtles. The human mind just wouldn’t be able to handle such a dramatic cell mutation, and then, to transform back at the end of the full moon…
Wow.
Geek.
Nice.
And at least she’s back on track with the lecture now. Werewolves. She supposes it beats Hookman. And Sam talked about them like they were logical and tangible existing things, instead of you know, legends, which is totally what this class is about. Something Professor Dohickey-or-whatever not only picks up on, but exploits the hell out of. Jess doesn’t like him very much. He pastes on a skeevy kind of smirk and asks acidly (yes, acidly) And, have you ever encountered a werewolf Mr?
Winchester, Sam replies, and no, that would be ridiculous. My father would never have allowed it. Whaddya know, gorgeous geekboy has a sense of humour. Jess smothers her laugh with her hand (yeah she knows she’s obvious about it) and Sam winks at her. Winks! At her! Cue blushing and flirty giggling. Libido’s in love.
She’s unbelievably happy she chose American Folklore, which quickly becomes her favourite subject, mainly because Sam knows more about anything the professor cares to bring up (which irritates Dohickey to highly amusing levels) and the numerous amount of Soy Mocha Frappechinos Sam religiously buys for her. Needless to say, Sam aces the class despite his weekly ongoing academic feud, then goes ahead and aces all his other classes and finally kisses her under the oak tree on the back lawn just before final exams kick in and Jess is floating so high she’s just about ready to book the church herself. She doesn’t, ‘cause that’d be weird- so instead they get a small apartment together around the middle of third year. She thinks that was extraordinary patience on her part.
After that first day, he barely speaks about his family. When he does, his father is mentioned with a feigned indifference and his brother- well, she kinda gets the impression that his brother may be dead, because Sam can hardly say his name without needing a few extra minutes to himself. Maybe his brother’s death is why he never speaks to his father anymore. All of that of course makes absolutely no sense when Dean appears in her living room, leather jacket, cocky smile and most importantly- alive.
Up till that point, Sam’s been a mystery and his brother a myth. Dean is as much a secret as the meaning of life, more so because Sam’s been keeping him a secret and there’s all this talk about their apparently missing father, the father who wouldn’t let Sam hunt werewolves and who the hell do they think they are with their ambiguous conversations- dragon slayers?
But Sam seems to think that even though his father is a jerk and doesn’t deserve Sam’s time, he might actually be in need of rescuing from a dragon, so he goes with his dead-but-not-dead brother to find him (and how the hell are they meant to do all that before Monday morning?) and it’s not until after the car disappears into the darkness that she feels like he’s gone forever. Which is stupid, right? She decides that when he gets back home she’ll offer Dean their couch for a few nights and subtly ask questions and if they found their father- well, he’s welcome to stay too- and maybe he can finally answer the big secret question of who Sam Winchester is. Anyway, she thinks she might make cookies for Sam for when he gets back.
He’ll like that.