January 29th, 2007

the arch of the eyebrows gives it away

Wee birthday ficlet for oxoniensis! (SPN het: Sam/Sarah)

It's the birthday of a lovely lady - oxoniensis! All she asked for was Sam het, and since I haven't yet written Sam with Sarah, I thought I'd give that a shot. It's incredibly teeny, but I hope you enjoy it, my dear!



He's seen Sarah wear her hair four different ways. He's heard her scream, laugh, joke, and lay it all out on the line for him. He knows she's beautiful, felt it in Dean's incredulous backhanded slap on the arm, figured it out for himself when he saw that firm, lush body, those sparkling eyes that couldn't decide if they wanted to be blue as the sky or green as the grass. He'd sensed that she's lonely, and maybe that's what made her so brave, knowing there are no safety nets for her now, that her best security is cold and dead in the ground. He believes she'll be happy in the future, that there is something inside her that will press and search until she wakes up one morning to find she's there. But all of that is guesswork; he didn't know her until now, when she raises her head for his kiss, when she smiles against his lips, when she winds her arms around his neck, when she tilts her hips to cradle him close.