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Sam and Jess reclining on a bed | Prompt Meme: 27 march 2011
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Swing by [personal profile] alexseanchai - Sam/Jess - G
Maybe We Could Sleep In by [personal profile] insertcode11 - Sam/Jess/Gabriel - NC-17
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Re: Comments? Questions? Concerns?

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Date: 2011-03-27 04:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess, ballroom dancing

Swing (G)

Date: 2011-03-27 08:14 pm (UTC)
alexseanchai: Blue and purple lightning (Default)
From: [personal profile] alexseanchai
"Stand right hip to right hip," the instructor directs. "Gentleman's right hand on the lady's hip, lady's left hand on the gentleman's shoulder, other hands together, and revolve."

Sam and Jess fumble it. Jess is too nervous about dancing and Sam is too nervous about Jess.
Edited Date: 2011-03-27 08:15 pm (UTC)

Re: Swing (G)

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Re: Swing (G)

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Date: 2011-03-27 04:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess, St. Patrick's day

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Date: 2011-03-27 04:58 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess, walking along the beach

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Date: 2011-03-27 04:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess, shower sex

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Date: 2011-03-27 05:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess, grass stains

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Date: 2011-03-27 05:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess/Dean, exhibitionism

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Date: 2011-03-27 05:04 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess/Gabriel, breakfast in bed

Maybe We Could Sleep In, Sam/Jess/Gabriel, NC-17

Date: 2011-03-28 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] insertcode11
Upon waking anvil-heavy and cotton headed Sam sleepily determines a universal certainty.

2 all nighters studying for exams
+ 1 all nighter between the girl of his dreams and an insatiable angel boyfriend
= 1 hangover on the fourth morning that has Sam wishing for death


There hadn’t even been alcohol involved.

…Except maybe when Gabriel had insisted on tequila body shots.

Sam groans into the sheet beneath his face, his head too muzzy and stupid with fatigue to distinguish between reality and dreaming. He cranks his eyes open—Christ, his eyelashes feel like anchors—and groans louder because he’s pretty sure his eyes are open but it’s still dark and thus way too early for him to be awake.

He dozes for a moment, probably, because it seems like it takes him a long time to realize that it’s not so much dark outside as his head is buried under about ten pounds of cover.

“’uck, stu-pid, dark, guh-ow.” He grunts and mumbles as he tries to bat the covers away from him, courageously rallying his aching and sore body (aching and sore in the good places and in the not-so-good places) to fend off the cotton fiend. His voice box makes the sounds but his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth so actual words loosely evolve and fall from his dry lips prematurely.

Sam crawls out of the covers, rolls around until his head is pointing up, and then scoots like a worm up the bed. A long, lanky arm shoots out, grasping for a pillow, too selfish with sleep to even wonder at the distinct lack of two warm bodies in their big bed.

He just starts to slip off to the tingling edges of slumber, hugging a pillow under his head and knees drawn up under his chest with his ass in the air in an attempt to ease the tired, aching kinks along his spine, when the door to the bedroom opens with a soft creak that sounds like a foghorn to Sam’s throbbing head.

Sam honest to God sobs.

“Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey!” Jess chimes merrily.

“Guh ‘way. Nuh ‘akey. Eehgs ‘ross.” Sam moans as he wiggles his knees further under him, trying his damndest to curl up in a ball small enough to disappear from the annoying noises and the ominous prospect of eggs. His back goes crack-crack when he moves and he lets out a sigh because ooh, yeah, that and practically melts further into his pillow.

“Gooood morning, Sammich!” Gabriel chimes as he walks in, voice a mock falsetto to tease Jess and annoy Sam. “Oh—fuck.” The high voice quickly breaks off into a warm moan.

The sound of skin smacking skin. “Focus, Gabe! We’re here on a mission.”

“Ow! What? How can I focus with his ass on display like take me now, big daddy, please and thank you?”

Jess snorts. “I’m pretty sure Sam will suffer through torture before he ever calls you big daddy.”

To Sam their words are mostly indistinct, their voices like bees bumping and buzzing against the fragile window that is his head. He starts to doze off despite them (and maybe to spite them) and jumps awake when he feels the bed dip from two different directions and soft, tender fingers run through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. Sam shudders and groans and wonders when he got two tongues because it’s crowded and dry in his mouth.

“J’esh?” He doesn’t whine.

“Yeah, Sam.” Jess answers softly, pressing feather kisses to the nape of his neck. “Time to get up, babe.”

“Dun wanna.” Sam grunts, pressing further into his pillow even as his back arches, body chasing Jessica’s kisses, the dirty traitor.

“We made you breakfast in bed, Sammy!” Gabriel kind of whines and Sam can feel the angel’s hands pushing at Sam’s hips in an effort to suggest the benefits of rolling over to enjoy said meal.

When Gabriel’s hand grasps at one of Sam’s ass cheeks Sam realizes that he’s naked. Which is funny because he’d been at least pretty sure that he had been in boxers a few seconds ago.

Stupid perverted angel mojo.

“Come on, Sam.” Jess coaxes, ever patient. “We know you’re wiped out from end of semester exams so we brought you breakfast. You can eat and go right back to sleep. Promise.”

Sam’s stomach is kind of empty and for the first time he notices the delicious smell of food in the room. He pries one eye open, peeking up at Jess from beneath a swollen lid and a fringe of matted hair.

“No eggs?” He asks, manfully.

She smiles down at him, blue eyes dancing. “No eggs. I know you hate them.” She promises.

Sam’s stomach and Jess’s pretty smile win out and Sam sits up, making a show of petulant reluctance. He stretches and yawns, both actions creating a dizzy head rush and he almost collapses back into the bed, willing to starve to death if it means a few extra hours of sleep.

“Nu-uh, Sammich.” Gabriel teases, voice unusually (but not unwelcome) soft. Hands brace his body from falling and start to jostle Sam around, who watches the world spin with muted fascination as the angel manhandles him.

Sam ends up in Gabriel’s lap, back propped up against the angel’s chest. Gabriel sits with his back against the headboard, arms wrapped around Sam’s chest, thumbs idly stroking Sam’s nipples. The whole situation would look weird—would normally feel weird—if Sam weren’t used to it. The archangel’s vessel may be shorter than Sam’s tall frame, but Gabriel’s inhuman strength and the power that swirls in his honey eyes often make Sam forget just how smaller in stature Gabriel appears. They make positions like this work and Gabriel’s already kissing and biting leisurely at Sam’s shoulder, like Sam is a gigantic and tanned Now and Later.

Gabriel’s naked—Sam can feel the length of his lover hot and hardening. It’s not a surprise. Gabriel tends to walk around their apartment nude during most hours of the day. He claims that he does this so he’s “always prepared”.

Jess crawls up the bed and straddles Sam, her smile soft and affectionate even though her pupils are already dilating with lust. She’s probably just as much of an exhibitionist as Gabriel—which is why of the three of them they do the most… scheming--but for now she’s dressed a little more modestly: in a light pink, sheer lace bra and matching underwear.

Sam swallows hard, feels his body trying to give in to his desires, but he’s just so damned tired that it’s not working out so well. Still Sam has eyes, and right now they’re kind of glued to the swell of his girlfriend’s breasts that are mere inches away from his face.

He blinks and frowns up at her. “I thought you were giving me breakfast.” He whines and mentally pats himself on the back for not showing just how much their little display is affecting him. Jess smiles and nods to the side and he follows her gaze to a stack of pancakes doused in butter and syrup—Gabriel’s doing, no doubt—and a cup of milk.

It takes effort—it feels like his limbs are made out of lead—but Sam eventually manages to raise his arms and lightly grip Jess’s sides, his long fingers fitting in between her ribs, filling them in.

“Thanksh for breakfast.” He slurs, his tongue still thick in his mouth and his throat strained and dry. “But…you’re kinda in da way.” Gabriel chuckles in his ear and Sam winces, praying that Jess doesn’t take that the wrong way.

She doesn’t, though, plump lips widening in a grin. “I think I’m right were I want to be.” She says and reaches for the cup of milk, holding it to Sam’s mouth. “Drink.”

Sam stares at the white liquid uncomprehendingly. “Wha? I can hold it mahself—“ he starts to reach up to show Jess that even though it might feel like it right now his arms are, in fact, still attached to his body and relatively under his control. But Gabriel intercedes, wrapping his arms around Sam’s near the elbows and pinning them to his sides.

Sam starts to protest—he seriously does—but his throat’s really dry and if he takes just one sip to wet his mouth so that he can more properly yell at the two conspirators then that’s OK, right?

Jess holds the cup while Sam takes four long drinks.

When Sam’s done Jess sets aside the milk and chases a stray drop at the corner of his mouth with her tongue. They kiss long and hard and Gabriel moans so low behind Sam that the reverberation pings in Sam’s chest as well. Then the angels starts kissing and licking and nipping gently at the skin of Sam’s shoulder, rolling his hips up into Sam as well.

Jess pulls back, smirking, and reaches over, stabbing a good bit of pancakes and bringing the fork over to Sam’s lips.

“Seriously, you don’t need to fee—umph!” Sam’s cut off when Jess takes the opportunity to stuff the food into his open mouth.

“We’re taking care of you right now.” Jess says. “You worked so hard these past few days, babe. You just do nothing now and let us do all the work.”

Gabriel chooses that moment to suck on that spot just behind Sam’s ear. Sam moans and Jess takes that as a yes.

Each bite of pancake chewed and swallowed is followed by a hot kiss from Jess, who kisses Gabriel over Sam’s shoulder whenever Sam is chewing. About halfway through the stack of pancakes Gabriel reaches out, grabs the bottle of syrup, and drizzles a bit on Sam’s neck and shoulder.

“Wha?” Sam half-chokes because he decides to talk with his mouth full. “Wha da fuc arr youu do—aahhmm.” Gabriel attacks Sam’s skin, latching his teeth on Sam’s pulse points as he tries to suck up every last molecule of the syrup. Sam groans, rolling his own hips and his body finally starts catching up to the fact that all of this is kind of really fucking hot.

“Good idea.” Jess chuckles, grabbing the bottle and squeezing more out, this time over Sam’s chest.

“Hey!” Sam snaps, squirming uncomfortably in Gabriel’s hold. He’s so torn. He really wants to enjoy this, wants to take this so much further and go like this all day with his two lovers. But he’s also still a little hungry and just so, so exhausted.

Jess gives him a drink of milk and another bite of pancakes before maneuvering down—making sure to rub herself over Sam’s crotch as she does so. Now instead of kisses between bites her mouth resembles a vacuum as she licks up the syrup and sucks torturously on his nipples.

Sam moans, twitching between their bodies, and chews dutifully.

When the last of the pancakes are gone and the milk cup empty sparks are flying all over Sam’s body from every point that his lovers touch him, kiss him, love him. Jess is too busy with his chest and abs so Sam swivels his head and catches his angel’s lips into a kiss, a content thrill running through him as they exchange the sweetness on their tongues.

God, this is so good and he loves them, he loves these two with all of his heart. The breakfast in bed thing is sweet and scorching and totally worth the aching fatigue that still pin-pricks through his body.

His vision is tunneling, turning news-print grey and his thoughts blur like static. He’s so tired and the pancakes were so good and he’s full now. His tongue feels like normal and between Jess and Gabe he feels so warm…

It takes a few seconds, but eventually Jess notices how still Sam’s become. His nipples are still pebbled with arousal but his breathing is slow and deep. She leans back and tilts her head to the side, frowning.

“Huh.” She mutters, a little disbelievingly because for a while there it looked like Sam would fight his exhaustion for their little game. Guess not.

“What?” Gabriel murmurs, looking up from his hickey-Picasso work on Sam’s neck. He follows Jessica’s gaze to find Sam’s head lolling to the side, fatigue-bruised eyelids sealed, puffs of air escaping from between parted lips.

“Damn.” The angel grumbles and raises an eyebrow at Jess. “Are you sure he’s not just dozing? Because dozing wasn’t part of our contract.”

Jess scoffs. “What contract?” Even though she already knows that Gabriel probably did write up a contract with a lot of fine print for their bet. She shrugs and gently taps Sam’s jaw with her forefinger. “Sam?” She calls softly but her boyfriend doesn’t even stir.

“That settles it, then.” Jess grins though she is kind of sorry—things had been getting damn hot for a few minutes there. They’ll have to re-create this when Sam is more able to participate. “I win. I told you he was too tired for anything today, especially this morning. Guess your charms just weren’t enough.”

Gabriel kind of pouts, dried syrup glistening at the corners of his mouth. “But the plan was flawless.” He says in awe, looking at the now empty plate and cup. “The perfect mix of romantic and hot—just the way Sam likes it!”

Jess nods, leaning down to kiss Sam’s temple. “He really wore himself out this week.” She says softly. Then she holds her hand out to conscious lover. “Alright. Pay up. No take backsies.” She demands. Gabriel rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers, bringing a few green bills into existence. Instead of giving them to her, however, he cheekily reaches out and tucks them into her lacey bra.

Jess laughs, licks at the syrup around Gabriel’s mouth before moving off of Sam. Between them they get Sam laid out again and her poor boyfriend doesn’t even twitch. Gabriel lies behind Sam, somehow pulling off the big spoon next to Sam’s taller body. Jess curls in under Sam’s strong arm, twining her ankles with Sam’s.

Together Jess and Gabriel follow Sam into sleep.

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Date: 2011-03-27 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Dean didn't come to get Sam, so Sam continued at Stanford and married Jess. He gets pulled from their apartment for Azazel's 'Miss America pageant' and Jess is pissed. Up to you whether she knew about the hunting thing before or she learns about it when Sam is demon-napped.

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Date: 2011-03-27 09:34 pm (UTC)
scintilla10: close-up of the Greek statue Victoire de Samothrace (Winged Victory)
From: [personal profile] scintilla10
Sam and Jess take a trip together during Spring Break.

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Date: 2011-03-27 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Jessica was pregnant the night she died. Sam didn't know. The demons did. Make me hurt for them.

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Date: 2011-03-27 09:48 pm (UTC)
scintilla10: close-up of the Greek statue Victoire de Samothrace (Winged Victory)
From: [personal profile] scintilla10
Sam/Jess/Dean, sharing a bed

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Date: 2011-03-27 09:57 pm (UTC)
scintilla10: Jo Harvelle from Supernatural (Spn Jo Harvelle pretty)
From: [personal profile] scintilla10
Sam/Jess/Jo, fearless

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Date: 2011-03-27 09:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pepperminttkiss
Jess can't find her favorite pair of panties. Sam can't find his favorite sweatshirt.

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Date: 2011-03-27 10:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pepperminttkiss
Sam doesn't meet Jess at Stanford. She's a hunter, and he meets her on the job.

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Date: 2011-03-27 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
What type of flowers does Jessica like?

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Date: 2011-03-27 10:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pepperminttkiss
Jess likes wearing heels. The fact that they raise her up to Sam's height is a bonus.

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Date: 2011-03-28 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Fighting back the impulse turn my head and close my eyes.
Spending these nights awake and cold and paralyzed.

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Date: 2011-03-28 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Faded picture in a little gold locket, and she never takes it off.
I know it's small, but it's heavy 'cus it's filled with guilt.

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Date: 2011-03-28 12:15 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
We're going down, and you know that we're doomed.
My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.

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Date: 2011-03-28 12:15 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
My life's out of reach of my arms but I'm holding on.
I'm living in a dream, and no one hears me scream.

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Date: 2011-03-28 02:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess(/any), piggy back rides

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Date: 2011-03-28 02:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] morebutterflys
Sam/Jess, grand piano
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