Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: fhionnuisce
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jess, implied Dean/Sam, Castiel, Gabriel
Challenge/Prompt: fffc Valentine's Gift Box: for fhionnuisce: Pairing: Sam/Jess(/Dean), Prompt: time
Word Count: 1,074
Date Written: 13 February 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
“It’s time,” Castiel says as gently as he can. He eyes Dean sideways as his soul continues gazing into the window at the life he can now never have -- but Sammy can, and they both know that Sam means everything to Dean. “We have to go,” Cas says, once more as gently as he can. When Dean still doesn’t move, he prods, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Dean forces down the lump in his throat. He didn’t think this would be so hard, giving his little brother what he’s always wanted and deserved. He watches Sammy for one minute more, seeing how happy he is with Jess, hearing their laughter, witnessing the love shining in both their eyes. “It’s not fake this time, Sammy,” he whispers. “It’s the real deal.”
He turns from the window and walks away, his words echoing in his mind and heart. Their love was the real deal, but Sammy never felt for him the depth of love Dean held for him. His heart had always belonged to Jess, and when she’d been killed, a part of him had died along with her. Now they can finally be happy together, and it is real.
He shakes his head in amazement at Castiel and Gabriel, aware of the awesomeness of the gift they have given him. “I still don’t know how you pulled this off -- “
“Don’t ask,” Gabriel mutters.
Castiel nods, and Dean can hear his wings shifting nervously on his back although he does not see them. “He’s right, Dean, but so are you. This is real. Jess is real.”
“Sammy’s happiness is real,” Dean says, barely able to hold back his tears, “and that’s all that matters to me.” That’s all that had ever mattered to him. He steps forward, his head bowed, and holds out his wrists. “I’m ready,” he says. “Take me to your leader.”
“It won’t be that bad,” Cas promises, but Dean knows that’s a promise his Angel friend can’t possibly keep. What happens next isn’t up to him. It’s up to his boss. Michael had finally used the one tool in his arsenal that would get Dean to do exactly what he wanted. “Don’t let him forget, Cas,” Dean says again, “if he goes back on his word, if he lets Jess get killed this time or hurts Sammy in any way -- “
“The deal’s off,” Gabriel says, something dark and dangerous glistening in the Trickster’s eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget or go back on his word. Sam will stay happy.”
Dean finally looks at them, both of them, and lets them see the tears in his eyes. “Thank you, guys.”
Castiel clasps his shoulder. He would have done anything to change this, but when Michael had offered Dean the life that Sammy wanted, a life where he would be happy and healthy and live to be an old man with plenty of children, grandchildren, and dogs running around him, Dean had agreed and refused to let Castiel interfere any further. Gabriel clasps Dean’s other shoulder, and they disappear together, leaving Sam alone with Jess.
Back in the house with no memory of the last several years, Sam raises his head and looks around them. “Did you hear something?” he asks.
Jess shakes her head, and Sam’s reminded, as the light catches her shining, brown hair, of how beautiful she has always been. His throat hurts with the realization. “No, but I . . . I have to tell you something, Sammy.”
“What’s that?” Sam asks, not blinking an eye as she calls him by his childhood nickname.
Jess reaches out, takes his head, and brings it to her. “I’m pregnant,” she says, and for a moment, Sam swears he can hear trumpets blaring. Then he smiles, looking at his wife. “I was thinking we could call him Dean,” she adds, “if it’s a boy or Mary, after your mother, if it’s a girl.”
Sam’s answering smile fills his face. Nothing feels funny; nothing seems odd or out of place. Everything is exactly as it should be for the first time in . . . he can’t remember how long. Jess seems to be the missing piece of his life puzzle, and now at last he’s fulfilled. More than fulfilled, he thinks. They have a new little one.
The dog barks as if agreeing and adding to their joy. Jess looks at the dog, reaches over, and strokes his furry head with her free hand. Her smile doesn’t even fade even as she realizes that Sam hasn’t really responded yet. “Well?” she asks, looking back at him but still smiling. “Say something.”
“I don’t know what to say!” Sam exclaims, shaking his bushy head. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life! You, Riot, a baby on the way, everything!” His arms encircle his wife as he sinks down beside her onto the couch. “And I have you to thank for it all!”
He hugs her, and although she hugs back, she disagrees. “No,” she says, “we have love to thank for it all! This is all I’ve ever wanted too, Sammy!”
Love. Yes, that was right: They had love to thank for everything. At long last, he had chosen the right person to love, a person who didn’t hurt him and who agreed with all his interests, his like, and his dislikes, a person who truly was the better part of him. “I love you, Jess!” he cries, and before she can say anything more, he’s covering her with hot, passionate, and thankful kisses. He’s never been more thankful for or prouder of his life than in this very moment.
The dog barks again, but all Sam can hear is the pounding of his and Jess’ hearts as they beat together. This woman truly his soul mate. She’s everything for which he’s been looking his entire life, and now he’s never going to have to look any further for happiness than right at her beautiful, loving, smiling face. He hears her answer him, hears her love sing in her voice, but he doesn’t hear the scream outside and an on entirely different plane of existence. He doesn’t hear his brother scream, doesn’t know his brother wants and needs him, doesn’t know that it was Dean’s love in the first place that gave him Jess back. All he knows is that he’s home with her, and with her, he’ll stay forever this time.