Guess what day it is? Comment-fic day!
Once again, it's everyone's favourite day in Supernatural: May 2nd! You know what that means, right? Time to hurt Sam! ;)
You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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You know the drill, right? Allow me to post a refresher:
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“Holy shit.” Chris breathed, eyes flying to Sam. Like the incident with Casey, Sam seemed to appear out of nowhere, not even the sound of a snapping twig to give him away - if nothing else, Sam had the element of surprise.
“Listen here, kid. If you walk away now, I promise we’ll let you go.” He leered, clearly doing his best to get things back under control. “No harm, no foul, right? We’ve got all we want right here.”
He tipped his head towards Jess, and a small whimper broke free despite her desperate attempts to remain brave. She nodded frantically at the teenager, begging him mentally to leave. Instead, he smiled.
It wasn’t a nice smile - not the one she’d seen him give to other students and staff, not the one he’d offered to her a few times, across the width of the classroom. This one was feral, dangerous, and for the first time Jess found herself wondering just who exactly the real threat was. Sam had seemed like a nice guy, true enough, but most psychopaths did until they cut your head off; she’d never seen any malice in him before, but the smile he was wearing now, the easy stance he was falling into, certainly suggested that he was capable of it.
It also seemed to piss Chris off, and his gripped his knife tighter in his hands.
“You wanna play games with me, boy?” He grinned. “’Cause we can play.”
Three things happened at once: Chris lunged forward, blade flashing in the moonlight; Mark shoved Jess to the floor, hard, and Sam Winchester laughed. He dodged the first swing of the knife in a move that screamed of experience, blocking the second with his arm and sending his knee careening into Chris’ stomach. The man groaned, but Sam didn’t hesitate for a second, slamming his elbow down on the back of the man’s head and sending him crashing to the floor.
Mark yelled in anger, aiming his own knife for a short stab at Sam’s stomach. Sam twisted away, bringing a hand up in a hard punch to the Mark’s face. The man stumbled backwards, but didn’t go down, and Jess had a fleeting thought of helping… and then Sam was moving again, and she figured that he was doing pretty damn fine by himself, and she’d probably just get in the way.
The two men shifted, and she couldn’t see what was happening for a few seconds, and then Mark was dropping to the floor with a deafening thud and Sam was stumbling backwards. Jess reached his side just in time to stop him from going down, propping her shoulder under his (and trying not to notice the way that they fit together perfectly).
“’M alright,” He grinned, shifting most of his weight off her and testing his ankle carefully.
“Where are your crutches?” Jess demanded, following his shift to try and keep as much of him supported as he’d let her.
“Somewhere on the quad,” He laughed, switching seamlessly back into the Sam she knew and loved. “I saw the two of them surprise you… I would have been quicker, but, y’know.”
He waved at his ankle, bandaged bulkily below his jeans.
“You got here quick enough,” Jess smiled, and blinked up at his face. “Thank you, by the way. I thought I was a gonner for a while there.”
“Nah,” Sam smiled, an adorable blush gracing his cheeks. “You’re much too pretty for that.”
-End.
(I hope this was what you wanted! Also posted on my LJ).
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BEST LAUGH EVER.
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And abandoning his crutches to save Jess--I LOVE THIS!
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It's just purrrrrrfect
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