truest friend - SN fic - PG
only Jessica, Sam, and Dean aren't mine
third of the icon-drabbles
part of my Dean canon
Greg gave her the panther for her second birthday. She named it “Sade” and decided it was female. Later, Jessica learned that he picked her out himself. She was big and soft, with luxurious black fur. Jessica spent ten years of her life curling up with her panther every night, whispering secrets and weaving stories.
Greg died when she was seven, and Jessica clutched Sade close for weeks, only parting to let Mama bathe her. Tears soaked into Sade’s fur, long made dull by play and time. Every time Jessica looked at her panther, she saw Greg-but she couldn’t bear to let her go.
When she was twelve, she decided she was too old for Sade and put the panther on her shelf.
She was seventeen and it was the tenth anniversary of Greg’s death, so she pulled Sade down from the shelf and curled up around her oldest, truest friend.
She was eighteen and driving to Stanford when she realized Sade was at home. So Jessica called Mama with her cellphone and Mama shipped Sade to the dorms.
Sade was the first person Jessica told about her crush on that tall boy with glinting green eyes and soft, floppy hair. She whispered it to Sade even before Benny learned.
And Sade was the one Jessica clung to the night Sam left with his gorgeous, haunted brother.
She held Sade and thought of Greg.
She wasn’t holding Sade when she died, though. She wasn’t holding anything except regret that now Nate would be alone.
third of the icon-drabbles
part of my Dean canon
Greg gave her the panther for her second birthday. She named it “Sade” and decided it was female. Later, Jessica learned that he picked her out himself. She was big and soft, with luxurious black fur. Jessica spent ten years of her life curling up with her panther every night, whispering secrets and weaving stories.
Greg died when she was seven, and Jessica clutched Sade close for weeks, only parting to let Mama bathe her. Tears soaked into Sade’s fur, long made dull by play and time. Every time Jessica looked at her panther, she saw Greg-but she couldn’t bear to let her go.
When she was twelve, she decided she was too old for Sade and put the panther on her shelf.
She was seventeen and it was the tenth anniversary of Greg’s death, so she pulled Sade down from the shelf and curled up around her oldest, truest friend.
She was eighteen and driving to Stanford when she realized Sade was at home. So Jessica called Mama with her cellphone and Mama shipped Sade to the dorms.
Sade was the first person Jessica told about her crush on that tall boy with glinting green eyes and soft, floppy hair. She whispered it to Sade even before Benny learned.
And Sade was the one Jessica clung to the night Sam left with his gorgeous, haunted brother.
She held Sade and thought of Greg.
She wasn’t holding Sade when she died, though. She wasn’t holding anything except regret that now Nate would be alone.