ooc: takes place during the season 2 ender. Thanks to
iluvroadrunner6 and
gusthemoose for bits of research help.
C'mere, c'mere -- lemme look atcha. Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy? SAM! Hey, we're gonna patch ya up, alright? You'll be good as new. I'm gonna take care of you. I gotcha. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother. Sam? Sam...
"Sam?"
His eyes drifted open, having fallen asleep when he felt his brother's arms around him and the soft, white light wrapping around the fuzz in his head, laying him to rest gently. He wasn't expecting the soft voice calling his name, and it took him a moment to adjust to the bright light before his eyes focused.
"There you are. Time to wake up, sleepyhead."
Sam blinked, then sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Then he just looked at the woman kneeling next to him. "... Jess?"
Her bright smile welcomed him as her hand come to rest against his cheek. "Yeah, it's me, Sam. It's really me."
"I don't understand. How..." he brows moved in in confusion, then he looked at her in fear. "Dean?"
"He's fine. Well, not fine, but he's alive. Other than that, I don't know." She stood up, holding her hand out to help Sam stand up.
"Alive... then I'm..."
Jess nodded, squeezing his hands as Sam stood up. "I'm sorry, Sam." She pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close. Sam was hesitant, and then he hugged her back gently at first, then tightly.
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C'mere, c'mere -- lemme look atcha. Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy? SAM! Hey, we're gonna patch ya up, alright? You'll be good as new. I'm gonna take care of you. I gotcha. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother. Sam? Sam...
"Sam?"
His eyes drifted open, having fallen asleep when he felt his brother's arms around him and the soft, white light wrapping around the fuzz in his head, laying him to rest gently. He wasn't expecting the soft voice calling his name, and it took him a moment to adjust to the bright light before his eyes focused.
"There you are. Time to wake up, sleepyhead."
Sam blinked, then sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Then he just looked at the woman kneeling next to him. "... Jess?"
Her bright smile welcomed him as her hand come to rest against his cheek. "Yeah, it's me, Sam. It's really me."
"I don't understand. How..." he brows moved in in confusion, then he looked at her in fear. "Dean?"
"He's fine. Well, not fine, but he's alive. Other than that, I don't know." She stood up, holding her hand out to help Sam stand up.
"Alive... then I'm..."
Jess nodded, squeezing his hands as Sam stood up. "I'm sorry, Sam." She pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close. Sam was hesitant, and then he hugged her back gently at first, then tightly.
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