Fic: Run with me
Title: Run with me
Author: joans23
Pairing: girl!Sam/Jo
Rating: R
Words: approx 2,000
Summary: "Run with me through rows of speeding cars."
Notes: I left this lyric from Imogen Heap as a prompt on spn_rarepairs and promptly took it off again, cause I couldn’t get it out of my head! Thank you to the ever faithful jacoba06 for the quick beta!
“Are you ready?”
Their eyes lock, their fingers tighten around each other and together they step from the curb.
***
Dean’s been on the phone for half an hour and Sam has no idea how to get her brother to back off and let her finish getting settled in.
“No, Dean, she won’t …”
Sam breaks off as the door opens and a petite blond comes shuffling in.
“… kill me in my sleep.”
The girl quirks an eyebrow at her and drops down heavily onto the other bed amidst a litter of bags.
Sam says goodbye to Dean, and as she sets the telephone aside the other girl reaches out a hand.
“Jo.”
“Samantha. Sam.”
“So how do you know?”
“Know what?”
“That I won’t kill you in your sleep?”
“Just call it a hunch.” Sam replies with a wink.
***
There isn’t much time to get to know each other in the first few weeks that follow. Sam practically lives at the library and Jo seems to disappear every time just as Sam gets in. Sam pretends not to notice and hopes she hasn’t done anything to offend the other girl.
Sam tries to draw her out of her shell whenever she gets a chance, asking about her classes, offering to lend her books and overly sharpened pencils.
***
“Where do you disappear to every morning?”
“I go running.”
“So do I. I’ve never seen you around the park though.”
“I don’t run in the park.”
Briefly Sam considers letting it go. She’s getting tired of having to drag every little bit of information from Jo. She looks over at Jo, her pale beauty shadowed beneath the cap holding back her ponytail and finds herself doing it again.
“So where do you run?”
Jo looks up, raising her eyes briefly towards Sam and then away.
“I run next to the freeway.”
“Oh.”
Jo doesn’t make any move towards the door, so Sam ventures further.
“Isn’t that kind of … dangerous?”
Jo shrugs, bends down to re-tie a shoelace. Sam barely hears her when she says, “You can come with me sometime. If you want.”
“Can I come today?”
Again Jo only shrugs, but when she straightens a few moments later, she extends a hand towards Sam. Sam can barely believe her eyes and is amazed by the warmth and strength off the fingers that curl around hers when she takes it.
***
Jo is running ahead of her and Sam tries to focus on the sound of her shoes slapping against the asphalt. The cars are speeding past her, first pushing her away with pockets of air and then sucking her back in, in their wake. She is startled by the loud, drawn out hoot of a truck slicing past, the driver dropping a hand out the window to throw them the finger.
Jo keeps running, free, like she doesn’t hear or see anything. Her muscles bunch and stretch as her arms pump and her legs pound, her ponytail swinging metonymically from left and right. She glows as the sun reflects in the feint sheen of sweat covering her skin.
When they finally stop, Sam stands with her hands braced on her knees, catching her breath and Jo smiles at her.
***
They sit in the narrow space between their single beds to study, their heads together and stacks of open books surrounding them. Sam can smell the mint gum that Dean likes on Jo’s breath as they talk in hushed tones, whispering like they’re in the library.
Jo bites down on her bottom lip when she concentrates.
Sam can see down the open neck of Jo’s shirt, lets her eyes travel over the slight swell of Jo’s small breasts.
Jo’s asking her something, repeating it for the second time already, but Sam can’t hear past the blood rushing in her ears.
“Huh?”
Sam finally tears her eyes away, looks up at Jo. Jo doesn’t ask again and they just sit there looking at each other.
***
Jo breaks their kiss as Sam pushes her hand down the front of Jo’s pants. Sam snatches her hand back.
“Is this okay?”
Jo takes Sam’s hand and lifts it to her lips, sucking the taste from the tips of Sam’s fingers that brushed against her. She bites down on them gently as she shimmies out of her jeans and underwear. Pulling Sam’s fingers from her mouth, she guides Sam’s hand back down between her legs.
Sam rubs tentatively at Jo’s slick folds, circling and pressing down slightly against her clit. Jo is breathing heavily against Sam’s neck, lifts her face to whisper in Sam’s ear.
“Inside me.”
Sam curls two fingers into her, grinds her thumb down harder on Jo’s clit as Jo squeezes her legs together, trapping her hand in tight, wet heat.
Sam kisses Jo when she comes, smothering her gasps with trembling lips.
Slowly Sam untangles her hand and moves towards the burning ache between her own legs.
“Let me.”
“You … don’t have to.”
Jo smiles, playful and wicked, undoes Sam’s jeans and pulls them down her legs. She pushes Sam’s legs up and kneels between them, her ass in the air. Sam can see Jo’s glistening cunt reflecting in the dresser mirror behind her.
Jo mouths at Sam’s soft pink cotton panties, sucking and licking until they’re soaked with her spit and Sam’s wetness. Sam has her hands tangled in Jo’s hair and her mouth is moving silently; her lips pleading wordlessly, her throat too tight to expel any sound.
She takes pity on Sam, hooks a finger around the elastic and pulls the fabric out of the way to close her lips over Sam’s clit and suck mercilessly. Sam still can’t make a sound as she comes, directing silent screams at the ceiling as her toes curl into the comforter.
Sam pulls Jo up, folds her arms around her and finally finding her voice whispers into her hair.
“Jo.”
***
Sam’s sitting at the bar nursing a beer as Jo puts yet another high score on the pinball machine in the corner. She hardly recognizes the Jo who squeals in delight and throws her head back in carefree laughter. Jo catches Sam looking at her and her mirth falters, softens into a secret smile full of dirty promises meant only for her.
When Sam wakes up hours later with a choked off yell, Jo runs her fingers up and down her spine until she forgets all about dreams filled with blood, screams and yellow eyes and falls back into peaceful slumber.
***
They’re supposed to meet in the park after Sam’s last class of the day and Sam waits two hours before she gives up and heads home.
Twisting the knob and opening the door to their room, Sam immediately knows something is wrong. From the sickly yellow light spilling in from the hallway she can see a small trunk open on Jo’s bed and the meagre contents of her closet strewn all over. The light is on in the bathroom, she can see it shining through under the shut door.
Two steps and she reaches under her mattress for the hidden .45. It’s loaded with silver bullets, but Sam figures it’ll do the job either way. She listens at the door, her ear pressed flat against the thin wood, but there’s no sound coming from inside. Taking a deep breath and planting her feet securely, she flings it open wide.
Sam drops the gun in shock and rushes forward. There’s blood everywhere, small pools on the gleaming white tiles and streaks against the wall. It’s running down her arms where Jo sits with her back against the bathtub. She still has the small knife clutched tightly in one hand and Sam sees the initials W.A.H. on the blade when she pries it from her stiff fingers.
Jo lifts empty eyes to her when she says her name and her face crumples into tears when she recognizes Sam.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
Sam knows she should be putting pressure on Jo’s wounds, cleaning and dressing them as soon as possible, but she can’t let go. She just sits there holding Jo, rocking her gently in her arms, stroking a shaking hand over her head where it’s buried against her chest and whispering words of love softly into her ear.
***
Sam looks over her as she sleeps, arms tightly bound in bandages, white except for a few places where the cuts are still bleeding through.
She must have fallen asleep, because she wakes up to Jo staring at her, wordlessly holding out a letter.
Jo
You need to come back home. There’s something big going down. End of the world big and I need you to pack up right away and get back here. Now.
Ellen
“I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t …”
Sam scrambles onto the bed and pulls Jo close again.
“Shhh … you’re not going anywhere.”
***
Jo swallows the two sleeping pills Sam gives her without a fight and gives her a brave little smile when she settles back against the pillows.
Sam waits until she’s asleep before slipping out to make a quick run to the supermarket down the block. Dean always bought her ice cream when she got hurt and it never failed to make everything better.
She’s just rounding the last corner on her way back, heavy paper bag in hand, when she walks into her father. He rips the bag from her arms with one hand and wraps the other tightly around her upper arm.
“Sam, we need to go. Now.”
“What? Dad? What are you doing here?”
“We don’t have time for this, Sam! Your stuff is in the truck already. We’re going.”
“You packed up my things? You were in my room?”
“Sam …”
“Didn’t my roommate see you?”
“There wasn’t anybody in your room.”
Sam twists her arm free, takes two steps back.
“I don’t believe you. What did you do to Jo.”
John keeps the pose for another heartbeat, then lets it slide to reveal a cocky grin and yellow eyes.
“Now is that any way to speak to your Daddy?”
“You’re not him. Where’s Jo?”
Sam tries to keep her voice steady and strong, remember her training, but she’s facing her nightmare come to life and it’s wearing her father’s face. As she’s looking up into that face, suddenly a gunshot rings out and it crumbles a little, looks down in confusion.
There’s blood spreading across its abdomen and startled Sam looks over its shoulder to see Jo standing there, smoke rising from Sam’s gun clenched tightly in her hands.
The thing looks back up at Sam, already straightening and that awful grin tweaking at the corner of its mouth again. Sam springs into action, running past it and grabbing hold of Jo to drag her along before it can react. It stands watching them run for five seconds before lazily setting off after them.
Sam runs with Jo’s hand gripped vicelike in hers, not daring to look back. She can feel its eyes boring into her back, the ghost of its breath on her neck. They run until they reach the freeway, their legs following the familiar track of their morning runs on their own accord.
Sam finally risks a backward glance and it’s right there, only a few steps away, so close. She looks back at Jo and time seems to slow, the seconds stretching into all the time they need. Jo’s eyes are fixed unblinkingly on Sam, filled with love and trust.
Sam again hears the drawn out hoot of a heavy truck, feels the heat from the midday traffic on her face and tightens her fingers around Jo’s just as Jo tightens hers around Sam’s.
“Are you ready?”
Author: joans23
Pairing: girl!Sam/Jo
Rating: R
Words: approx 2,000
Summary: "Run with me through rows of speeding cars."
Notes: I left this lyric from Imogen Heap as a prompt on spn_rarepairs and promptly took it off again, cause I couldn’t get it out of my head! Thank you to the ever faithful jacoba06 for the quick beta!
“Are you ready?”
Their eyes lock, their fingers tighten around each other and together they step from the curb.
***
Dean’s been on the phone for half an hour and Sam has no idea how to get her brother to back off and let her finish getting settled in.
“No, Dean, she won’t …”
Sam breaks off as the door opens and a petite blond comes shuffling in.
“… kill me in my sleep.”
The girl quirks an eyebrow at her and drops down heavily onto the other bed amidst a litter of bags.
Sam says goodbye to Dean, and as she sets the telephone aside the other girl reaches out a hand.
“Jo.”
“Samantha. Sam.”
“So how do you know?”
“Know what?”
“That I won’t kill you in your sleep?”
“Just call it a hunch.” Sam replies with a wink.
***
There isn’t much time to get to know each other in the first few weeks that follow. Sam practically lives at the library and Jo seems to disappear every time just as Sam gets in. Sam pretends not to notice and hopes she hasn’t done anything to offend the other girl.
Sam tries to draw her out of her shell whenever she gets a chance, asking about her classes, offering to lend her books and overly sharpened pencils.
***
“Where do you disappear to every morning?”
“I go running.”
“So do I. I’ve never seen you around the park though.”
“I don’t run in the park.”
Briefly Sam considers letting it go. She’s getting tired of having to drag every little bit of information from Jo. She looks over at Jo, her pale beauty shadowed beneath the cap holding back her ponytail and finds herself doing it again.
“So where do you run?”
Jo looks up, raising her eyes briefly towards Sam and then away.
“I run next to the freeway.”
“Oh.”
Jo doesn’t make any move towards the door, so Sam ventures further.
“Isn’t that kind of … dangerous?”
Jo shrugs, bends down to re-tie a shoelace. Sam barely hears her when she says, “You can come with me sometime. If you want.”
“Can I come today?”
Again Jo only shrugs, but when she straightens a few moments later, she extends a hand towards Sam. Sam can barely believe her eyes and is amazed by the warmth and strength off the fingers that curl around hers when she takes it.
***
Jo is running ahead of her and Sam tries to focus on the sound of her shoes slapping against the asphalt. The cars are speeding past her, first pushing her away with pockets of air and then sucking her back in, in their wake. She is startled by the loud, drawn out hoot of a truck slicing past, the driver dropping a hand out the window to throw them the finger.
Jo keeps running, free, like she doesn’t hear or see anything. Her muscles bunch and stretch as her arms pump and her legs pound, her ponytail swinging metonymically from left and right. She glows as the sun reflects in the feint sheen of sweat covering her skin.
When they finally stop, Sam stands with her hands braced on her knees, catching her breath and Jo smiles at her.
***
They sit in the narrow space between their single beds to study, their heads together and stacks of open books surrounding them. Sam can smell the mint gum that Dean likes on Jo’s breath as they talk in hushed tones, whispering like they’re in the library.
Jo bites down on her bottom lip when she concentrates.
Sam can see down the open neck of Jo’s shirt, lets her eyes travel over the slight swell of Jo’s small breasts.
Jo’s asking her something, repeating it for the second time already, but Sam can’t hear past the blood rushing in her ears.
“Huh?”
Sam finally tears her eyes away, looks up at Jo. Jo doesn’t ask again and they just sit there looking at each other.
***
Jo breaks their kiss as Sam pushes her hand down the front of Jo’s pants. Sam snatches her hand back.
“Is this okay?”
Jo takes Sam’s hand and lifts it to her lips, sucking the taste from the tips of Sam’s fingers that brushed against her. She bites down on them gently as she shimmies out of her jeans and underwear. Pulling Sam’s fingers from her mouth, she guides Sam’s hand back down between her legs.
Sam rubs tentatively at Jo’s slick folds, circling and pressing down slightly against her clit. Jo is breathing heavily against Sam’s neck, lifts her face to whisper in Sam’s ear.
“Inside me.”
Sam curls two fingers into her, grinds her thumb down harder on Jo’s clit as Jo squeezes her legs together, trapping her hand in tight, wet heat.
Sam kisses Jo when she comes, smothering her gasps with trembling lips.
Slowly Sam untangles her hand and moves towards the burning ache between her own legs.
“Let me.”
“You … don’t have to.”
Jo smiles, playful and wicked, undoes Sam’s jeans and pulls them down her legs. She pushes Sam’s legs up and kneels between them, her ass in the air. Sam can see Jo’s glistening cunt reflecting in the dresser mirror behind her.
Jo mouths at Sam’s soft pink cotton panties, sucking and licking until they’re soaked with her spit and Sam’s wetness. Sam has her hands tangled in Jo’s hair and her mouth is moving silently; her lips pleading wordlessly, her throat too tight to expel any sound.
She takes pity on Sam, hooks a finger around the elastic and pulls the fabric out of the way to close her lips over Sam’s clit and suck mercilessly. Sam still can’t make a sound as she comes, directing silent screams at the ceiling as her toes curl into the comforter.
Sam pulls Jo up, folds her arms around her and finally finding her voice whispers into her hair.
“Jo.”
***
Sam’s sitting at the bar nursing a beer as Jo puts yet another high score on the pinball machine in the corner. She hardly recognizes the Jo who squeals in delight and throws her head back in carefree laughter. Jo catches Sam looking at her and her mirth falters, softens into a secret smile full of dirty promises meant only for her.
When Sam wakes up hours later with a choked off yell, Jo runs her fingers up and down her spine until she forgets all about dreams filled with blood, screams and yellow eyes and falls back into peaceful slumber.
***
They’re supposed to meet in the park after Sam’s last class of the day and Sam waits two hours before she gives up and heads home.
Twisting the knob and opening the door to their room, Sam immediately knows something is wrong. From the sickly yellow light spilling in from the hallway she can see a small trunk open on Jo’s bed and the meagre contents of her closet strewn all over. The light is on in the bathroom, she can see it shining through under the shut door.
Two steps and she reaches under her mattress for the hidden .45. It’s loaded with silver bullets, but Sam figures it’ll do the job either way. She listens at the door, her ear pressed flat against the thin wood, but there’s no sound coming from inside. Taking a deep breath and planting her feet securely, she flings it open wide.
Sam drops the gun in shock and rushes forward. There’s blood everywhere, small pools on the gleaming white tiles and streaks against the wall. It’s running down her arms where Jo sits with her back against the bathtub. She still has the small knife clutched tightly in one hand and Sam sees the initials W.A.H. on the blade when she pries it from her stiff fingers.
Jo lifts empty eyes to her when she says her name and her face crumples into tears when she recognizes Sam.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
Sam knows she should be putting pressure on Jo’s wounds, cleaning and dressing them as soon as possible, but she can’t let go. She just sits there holding Jo, rocking her gently in her arms, stroking a shaking hand over her head where it’s buried against her chest and whispering words of love softly into her ear.
***
Sam looks over her as she sleeps, arms tightly bound in bandages, white except for a few places where the cuts are still bleeding through.
She must have fallen asleep, because she wakes up to Jo staring at her, wordlessly holding out a letter.
Jo
You need to come back home. There’s something big going down. End of the world big and I need you to pack up right away and get back here. Now.
Ellen
“I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t …”
Sam scrambles onto the bed and pulls Jo close again.
“Shhh … you’re not going anywhere.”
***
Jo swallows the two sleeping pills Sam gives her without a fight and gives her a brave little smile when she settles back against the pillows.
Sam waits until she’s asleep before slipping out to make a quick run to the supermarket down the block. Dean always bought her ice cream when she got hurt and it never failed to make everything better.
She’s just rounding the last corner on her way back, heavy paper bag in hand, when she walks into her father. He rips the bag from her arms with one hand and wraps the other tightly around her upper arm.
“Sam, we need to go. Now.”
“What? Dad? What are you doing here?”
“We don’t have time for this, Sam! Your stuff is in the truck already. We’re going.”
“You packed up my things? You were in my room?”
“Sam …”
“Didn’t my roommate see you?”
“There wasn’t anybody in your room.”
Sam twists her arm free, takes two steps back.
“I don’t believe you. What did you do to Jo.”
John keeps the pose for another heartbeat, then lets it slide to reveal a cocky grin and yellow eyes.
“Now is that any way to speak to your Daddy?”
“You’re not him. Where’s Jo?”
Sam tries to keep her voice steady and strong, remember her training, but she’s facing her nightmare come to life and it’s wearing her father’s face. As she’s looking up into that face, suddenly a gunshot rings out and it crumbles a little, looks down in confusion.
There’s blood spreading across its abdomen and startled Sam looks over its shoulder to see Jo standing there, smoke rising from Sam’s gun clenched tightly in her hands.
The thing looks back up at Sam, already straightening and that awful grin tweaking at the corner of its mouth again. Sam springs into action, running past it and grabbing hold of Jo to drag her along before it can react. It stands watching them run for five seconds before lazily setting off after them.
Sam runs with Jo’s hand gripped vicelike in hers, not daring to look back. She can feel its eyes boring into her back, the ghost of its breath on her neck. They run until they reach the freeway, their legs following the familiar track of their morning runs on their own accord.
Sam finally risks a backward glance and it’s right there, only a few steps away, so close. She looks back at Jo and time seems to slow, the seconds stretching into all the time they need. Jo’s eyes are fixed unblinkingly on Sam, filled with love and trust.
Sam again hears the drawn out hoot of a heavy truck, feels the heat from the midday traffic on her face and tightens her fingers around Jo’s just as Jo tightens hers around Sam’s.
“Are you ready?”