[Fic] clex_monkie89: True, We've Demolished a Thing or Two
[ Invited Reccer: Sam/Dean/Jess ]
Title: True, We've Demolished a Thing or Two
Writer: clex_monkie89
Alternate links: On Ao3, plus PDFs with and without art available at the first link.
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Eventual Sam/Dean/Jess. Sam/Jess, some Sam/Dean and Dean/Jess along the way.
Rating: R
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]Mild dub-con of a sex-pollen variety
Length: 39,015
Summary: The idea is simple: Save People. Hunt Things.
When Sam went to Stanford, it was to save people in a different way than he was raised to. He never thought for a second that he might fall for a Hunter.
Dean never thought it would be so hard to save people, but they all keep saving themselves.
Jess never dreamed she'd find the perfect guy who would understand her job as a Hunter, but here she is bonding with two of them.
Now if they can just keep from killing each other, it might just be true love.
Reccer's notes: This is from the 2012 round of the spn_j2_bigbang. It's a Stanford-era tale in which Jess is a hunter. She and Sam have quite successfully kept their alternative occupations a secret from each other, until it's all blown out of the water when Dean gets sent to pick up a resource from Jess, without any idea who she is.
The dialogue and character voices in this story are great, whether it's Sam and Jess being funny and adorable at each other, Sam and Dean bantering with sibling awesomeness, or Jess and Dean bitching at each other (they do *not* get along at first). The story is fun, funny, and Jess is awesome in it, and I was engaged and convinced by the emotional story, too. I will say that it felt like it ended a little abruptly, but it's well worth the read. I enjoyed the establishment of the new relationships and the rekindling - and reworking - of the existing relationships between the characters. As a bonus, there's a header by ordinaryink which is quite charming.
The excerpt below is the entire scene where Dean rocks on up to Jessica's door, because I liked the whole thing too damned much to cut it.
[Not-That-Short excerpt]
Dean is not a fan of surprises.
Well, that's not true. He likes surprise sex. And when the waitress who has been ignoring your flirting gives you free pie after you trip the douchebag who stiffed her on a tip.
And when the waitress points you in the direction of the hot, tall waiter who really is up for anything. But that one probably falls into the surprise sex category.
Okay, so maybe Dean is a fan of surprises. Just not when it comes to hunts. Surprises on hunts are a bad thing and usually end with trips to hospitals or trying to sew up a hole in your own ass with fishing line and a mirror. Dad still won't let him forget about that one.
Needless to say, when Dean knocks on Babs's daughter's door, he is not expecting a surprise.
And yet. The last thing he expects to see is Sammy open the door. His Sammy. Who, as of Dad's last Totally Not A Spying Trip, lives on the other side of this ridiculously fucking huge campus and never leaves except to go to classes.
"What are you doing here?" they ask each other at the same time.
"You don't live here," Dean tells Sam.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asks him again, glancing nervously behind himself.
"I asked you first," Dean says.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"I'm not doing this with you, Dean. What do you want?"
Dean lets out a nervous laugh and scratches the back of his head before he can stop himself. "Well. This is awkward." Sam's only response is a glare. "I was supposed to be somewhere else," he admits. "And I guess I may have possibly-accidentally-swapped the addresses around. Subliminally. Or some shit like that." Sam is still just glaring at Dean. "Would you fucking say something, Sammy?"
"It's Sam."
Dean wants to call him a little bitch, but he's pretty sure he can't take the face Sam would make at him if he did. Lucky for Dean, before he can even attempt to talk his way out of this, a hot chick elbows Sam out of her way. She says something that Dean cannot focus on because she's his height with blonde curls and a rack Dean would pay his poker money to see in a bikini top. Or no top.
Sam clears his throat, and Dean-who really was not staring directly at her chest-finally joins the conversation again with an intelligent, "What?"
"Put my girlfriend's clothes back on before you talk," Sam snaps.
"There is no way that is your girlfriend." When the hell did Sam learn how to talk to hot girls?
"I'm not a 'that,' thank you," Sam's insanely gorgeous girlfriend says. She looks less than impressed with Dean, and the brain that shows she has knocks her even higher up on his rating scale.
"You are galaxies and light-years out of my brother's league," Dean tells her. He should probably stop being creepy, but he can't take his eyes off the moles on her neck or the ink peeking out of the sleeve of her shirt.
And, okay, that look she just gave him was a little more "I'm going to call the police on you" than "Please take me," but, honestly, he pretty much deserved it. "It was awesome seeing you, Sammy," Dean says honestly. "And great meeting you... Sam's girlfriend."
"Jess," she says with a forced smile on her face.
There's a half a beat of awkward silence where Dean can't make himself say anything. That name and this address are too much of a coincidence. "Is that short for 'Jessica'?" Dean asks her.
Sam looks confused. "What else could it possibly be short for?"
"Is your mom a really hot brunette named Babs?" Dean continues. He doesn't even need to hear the answer, though, because the look on her face alone-hell, just her face-tells him everything he needs to know.
"Oh, God, Dean." Sam winces. "Please tell me you didn't sleep with my girlfriend's mom."
"Give me some credit," Dean scoffs, ignoring the part where he attempted to do just that. Denial is Dean's friend. He can even do things like deny the fact that when Sam said he hated hunting, he apparently meant that he only hated it when he was with his family. He clears his throat and goes straight in for the punch. "I'm here for some Kinderwolfenschnitzle book or something."
"What?" Jess asks him. She looks pretty much exactly as awkward as Sam does at the moment, with a side order of uncomfortable.
"I don't fucking know the name of it," Dean admits, irritated. "It's a German book. Written in Russian? From your mom? Any of this ringing your bells?"
Sam takes a step forward, placing himself between Dean and Jess like Dean's going to attack her or something. Because Dean's life couldn't possibly get worse. "Dean," he starts, trying to walk Dean away from the door.
"No," Dean says, yanking his arm out of Sam's grip. "Listen, as bad as you don't want me here, I wanna not be here about a million times worse." Hunting was never the problem. He should have known it. It's one thing to know Sam doesn't want anything to do with him or Dad anymore, but it's another to have it proven and shoved in his face. "But Bobby needs this book, so just give it to me, and you'll never have to see me again. I'll even FedEx it back here."
"Bobby Singer?" Jess asks, her body strung tight like a bow.
Sam whirls around. "How do you know Bobby Singer?"
"How do you know Bobby Singer?" Jess asks right back.