Gabriel, Jess and Sam
This took far too long to complete, but I’m pleased with the outcome
you’re welcome to color it if you want because no way in hell am I coloring it ever
He’s caught off guard when a pair of warm arms encircle him from behind as he’s making coffee. Before he would have been quick to throw his attacker off, to draw a weapon and fight. But now, as Jess rests her chin on his shoulder and smiles, he can only smile back.
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pairing of your choice, morning snuggles? :)
Sam opened his eyes when he saw the sun’s first rays through his lids, red and soft. Jess giggled and kissed the tip of his nose, then gave him an Eskimo kiss and snuggled against his chest.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said against Sam’s collarbone (Sam grinned and thought he could really get used to waking up to her).
I have a headcanon that Jess is afraid of blue jays
I’m not really sure why or where it came from, but it’s a headcanon that I stick by so much that it’s come up in fics that I’ve written
I like to think she and Sam bonded over their fears at some point during their relationship (and then I cry)
Sam read, as much as possible and often as possible. From the day he first learned how to, he could be found with a book within arm’s length. Dean teased him about being a nerd, but the fond sparkle in his eyes when he said it made the impact less than harsh.
When he was at Stanford, it was always law books- dry, thick tomes that looked more fit to be gathering dust on the top shelf of a wealthy man’s private library than to be in the hands of a lanky college student. He lugged them around with him everywhere and cracked them open in his spare minutes; on the quad, before a class, or in the dining hall, Sam Winchester was always buried in a book.
Jessica Moore in pink