Supernatural - written for FFFC

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Title: Valentine's Day
Pairing: Sam/Jess(+ Dean)
Prompt: time
Words: 350
Finished: February 2018

Finally alone, Sam dropped onto the bed of the shabby motel room and closed his eyes. They had just finished their last case, the daemon was gone, and the people of the small town in Idaho could move on with their lives without any idea of the danger they had been into.

No need to feel so dumpish. Besides, it was February 14, Valentine's Day, and the memories of his past had already followed Sam all day. Usually, he tried to avoid it to think back too often; it wouldn't change anything.

For a short time, he had lived his dream. College, a regular job, a comfy apartment. And Jess. He had fallen in love with her smile at the very first moment, and soon enough, he had learned to respect everything else of her, too. Jess loved Valentine's Day; though she was usually a down-to-earth woman, she could get so romantic occasionally.

Sam felt a painful stitch deep in his gut when the pictures in his head changed. One moment, Jess threw her arms around him, laughing loudly. The next, she was hanging from the ceiling, burning, her eyes staring at him full of reproach.

Sam groaned and squeezed his eyes shut even more. No escape. Not for her. Not for him. He should have known better. His grandfather: a hunter. His father: a hunter. Dean: a hunter. He was a Winchester like all of them, and it had been a fatal mistake to rebel against his fate.

::

The door opened, and Dean entered, carrying a big box with burgers and a bag from the bakery. He stopped whistling when his eyes fell on Sam, who was still sitting on the bed, trying to even his breath.

„Hey, you okay?“

„Sure. I hope you found some time to visit the salad bar, too.“

Dean grinned.
„Cesar's salad with yogurt dressing. A vegan burger without tomatoes. And one of their green shakes, which smell so awfully.“

Sam smiled weakly.
„I guess I can need a beer tonight,“ he murmured.
„But the rest sounds good.“