Heartbeat, an SPN drabble
Title: Heartbeat
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Prompt: Heartbeat
Word count: 365
The first night was the worst. He and Dean had spent it in a motel on the outskirts of Stanford. It was nicer than most of the places they'd stayed in growing up and the room came with a complimentary breakfast, as Dean pointed out with a meager grin. Sam weakly nodded and waited in the Impala while his brother checked them in.
They didn't speak on the way to the room. Just heavy, awkward silence. After all, what was there to talk about? Jess was dead, their father was still missing and all they had to go on was his journal. How very helpful.
Sam was down the moment he made it into the room. Simply dropped his bag and collapsed onto one of the twin beds, the reek of dust, ash and singed hair still clinging to his clothes. The younger Winchester buried his face in the cold, unfamiliar pillow and tried to block out everything; Dean raiding the mini fridge, the creek of the bed springs under his own weight, even the thoughts tumbling around in his head.
Despite his best efforts, sleep continued to elude him. He'd been spoiled by his "normal" life. No prowling through graveyards at two in the morning, no sleeping in the backseat of the car, sleeping with a .45 under his pillow or having to stitch up wounds with a needle, thread and a bottle of whatever alcohol happened to be on hand. The worst thing he had to worry about was sleeping in and missing class because Jess-
Goddamn it. Jess.
His arms tightened around his pillow. At the moment that's what he missed the most, having a warm, familiar body next to him. He could almost feel her, like a phantom limb. Her arms around his waist, cheek resting on the back of his shoulder and her chest pressed snugly against his back as her heart softly thumped behind her ribs.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Sam was almost tempted to roll over, just to check on the vague, irrational hope that maybe she really was there. But he only closed his eyes tighter. It was only his own heartbeat, slow and steady. Not Jess's.
Not anymore.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Prompt: Heartbeat
Word count: 365
The first night was the worst. He and Dean had spent it in a motel on the outskirts of Stanford. It was nicer than most of the places they'd stayed in growing up and the room came with a complimentary breakfast, as Dean pointed out with a meager grin. Sam weakly nodded and waited in the Impala while his brother checked them in.
They didn't speak on the way to the room. Just heavy, awkward silence. After all, what was there to talk about? Jess was dead, their father was still missing and all they had to go on was his journal. How very helpful.
Sam was down the moment he made it into the room. Simply dropped his bag and collapsed onto one of the twin beds, the reek of dust, ash and singed hair still clinging to his clothes. The younger Winchester buried his face in the cold, unfamiliar pillow and tried to block out everything; Dean raiding the mini fridge, the creek of the bed springs under his own weight, even the thoughts tumbling around in his head.
Despite his best efforts, sleep continued to elude him. He'd been spoiled by his "normal" life. No prowling through graveyards at two in the morning, no sleeping in the backseat of the car, sleeping with a .45 under his pillow or having to stitch up wounds with a needle, thread and a bottle of whatever alcohol happened to be on hand. The worst thing he had to worry about was sleeping in and missing class because Jess-
Goddamn it. Jess.
His arms tightened around his pillow. At the moment that's what he missed the most, having a warm, familiar body next to him. He could almost feel her, like a phantom limb. Her arms around his waist, cheek resting on the back of his shoulder and her chest pressed snugly against his back as her heart softly thumped behind her ribs.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Sam was almost tempted to roll over, just to check on the vague, irrational hope that maybe she really was there. But he only closed his eyes tighter. It was only his own heartbeat, slow and steady. Not Jess's.
Not anymore.