I thought of you again today
Title: Of Smurfs and Mansluts
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: PG
Note: Holiday gift for fresleyforever.
The first time Sam saw Jessica was in his art history class. He missed the first class because he overslept (the prospect of sleeping in after an entire adolescence of waking up at dawn and going to bed late was too tempting to pass up.
Lucky for Sam, the room was packed and the professor didn’t seem to notice him strolling in ten minutes late (or the fact that he splashed coffee on a pretty blonde girl on his way to his seat).
“Hey!” she hissed, her head snapping up from her notebook. “Please tell me that was iced.”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! Did I burn you!?”
“No, I’m fine,” she said quickly, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him down into the seat next to her. “Just sit before you call even more attention to us.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. When his face stopped burning and he was sure he didn’t look like what Dean liked to call “one hell of an ugly tomato” he looked over in her direction. “Have I mentioned how sorry I am? Did I stain anything because I’d be more than happy to replace it.”
“Really?” she asked, lifting her head and grinning.
“Absolutely,” he replied, even though he had shown up in Palo Alto with little more than an admittedly crappy backpack.
“Well, in that case, these pants were Prada.”
“Seriously?” he squeaked.
“Nope.” She turned back to her notebook. “You’re just kinda cute when you spaz.”
“I… I am? How do you know that? I mean, you barely know me.”
“Then we better fix that.” She sat down her pencil and held out her hand, giving Sam a better view of the doodle she was working on. “I’m Jessica.”
“Sam,” he said giving her hand a quick shake before laughing. “Hey, is that a Smurf you’re drawing?”
“Hey, don’t make fun. I happen to love The Smurfs. They’re very deep.”
“Well, that explains why my Dean used to like them,” he mumbled.
"Who?"
"My brother."
“Tell your brother he’s a smart guy then. So what were you, a Strawberry Shortcake fan?” she teased.
He grinned. “Close, actually it was Care Bears.”
“Ah,” she said, turning back to her drawing. “See, knew there was a catch.”
“What catch?”
“You’re obviously gay.”
“Gay!? How did we get to gay?!”
“It’s completely obvious, Sam. I mean, you’re slightly cute, witty, in an art history class…”
“Hey, I’ve been told that art history is very useful for when you wanna pick up girls.”
“Really?” she asked. “So you’re one of those types.”
“Those types!? What type?”
“A manslut,” she said simply, shading in Smurfette’s hat.
“No, that’s Dean! I am not a…”
“Please stop talking to me manwhore. Some of us are taking this class to learn.”
“Listen, Jess, I am not a…a manslut, trust me. I’m nothing like that.”
She smiled as the professor wrapped up the class, shifting her messenger bag onto her shoulder. “Hey, Sam? If you’re gonna keep sitting here, you’ve gotta learn how to take a joke.”
He laughed, running a hand along the back of his neck. “I’ll definitely work on that.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Rating: PG
Note: Holiday gift for fresleyforever.
The first time Sam saw Jessica was in his art history class. He missed the first class because he overslept (the prospect of sleeping in after an entire adolescence of waking up at dawn and going to bed late was too tempting to pass up.
Lucky for Sam, the room was packed and the professor didn’t seem to notice him strolling in ten minutes late (or the fact that he splashed coffee on a pretty blonde girl on his way to his seat).
“Hey!” she hissed, her head snapping up from her notebook. “Please tell me that was iced.”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! Did I burn you!?”
“No, I’m fine,” she said quickly, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him down into the seat next to her. “Just sit before you call even more attention to us.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. When his face stopped burning and he was sure he didn’t look like what Dean liked to call “one hell of an ugly tomato” he looked over in her direction. “Have I mentioned how sorry I am? Did I stain anything because I’d be more than happy to replace it.”
“Really?” she asked, lifting her head and grinning.
“Absolutely,” he replied, even though he had shown up in Palo Alto with little more than an admittedly crappy backpack.
“Well, in that case, these pants were Prada.”
“Seriously?” he squeaked.
“Nope.” She turned back to her notebook. “You’re just kinda cute when you spaz.”
“I… I am? How do you know that? I mean, you barely know me.”
“Then we better fix that.” She sat down her pencil and held out her hand, giving Sam a better view of the doodle she was working on. “I’m Jessica.”
“Sam,” he said giving her hand a quick shake before laughing. “Hey, is that a Smurf you’re drawing?”
“Hey, don’t make fun. I happen to love The Smurfs. They’re very deep.”
“Well, that explains why my Dean used to like them,” he mumbled.
"Who?"
"My brother."
“Tell your brother he’s a smart guy then. So what were you, a Strawberry Shortcake fan?” she teased.
He grinned. “Close, actually it was Care Bears.”
“Ah,” she said, turning back to her drawing. “See, knew there was a catch.”
“What catch?”
“You’re obviously gay.”
“Gay!? How did we get to gay?!”
“It’s completely obvious, Sam. I mean, you’re slightly cute, witty, in an art history class…”
“Hey, I’ve been told that art history is very useful for when you wanna pick up girls.”
“Really?” she asked. “So you’re one of those types.”
“Those types!? What type?”
“A manslut,” she said simply, shading in Smurfette’s hat.
“No, that’s Dean! I am not a…”
“Please stop talking to me manwhore. Some of us are taking this class to learn.”
“Listen, Jess, I am not a…a manslut, trust me. I’m nothing like that.”
She smiled as the professor wrapped up the class, shifting her messenger bag onto her shoulder. “Hey, Sam? If you’re gonna keep sitting here, you’ve gotta learn how to take a joke.”
He laughed, running a hand along the back of his neck. “I’ll definitely work on that.”