Fairy Tales and Nursery Rhymes - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Fairy Tales and Nursery Rhymes
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; my rhyme.  Just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for pilot
Pairings: Sam/Jessica
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 480
Point of view: third

            She wakes up to Sam rattling around the kitchen and sighs in happiness. She’s lucky enough to have found a guy that loves pampering her—and there’s no way she’ll ever put a stop to that. Breakfast in bed, flowers three times a week, and a man dedicated to making her come first? She had to have been a saint in another life to earn this kind of reward.

           He starts singing and she settles back into the blankets, content to just listen for a while. He doesn’t fully relax that often, but in the five months they’ve lived together, she’s figured out that whenever he sings, he’s let himself go.

            At first the words make no sense, but then he loops back around and her eyes widen.

Hey, diddle diddle,
The cat’s in the fiddle
And the house jumped over the moon.
The three blind mice 
Were sliced and diced, 
And the rabbit got put in bunny stew.

            Laughter spills out of her and she rolls over onto her belly, burying her face in the pillow. She doesn’t want to interrupt his moment, to get his defenses up, but that song? Out of everything he could pick to sing?

           Sam goes silent for a minute. Then, he calls, “Jess?” through the apartment. “You awake?”

            “Yeah,” she answers, resigning herself to getting up. “I’m taking a shower, then I’ll be in there.”

            She needs the time to think up a way of asking about that song that won’t make him clam up.

           Jessica pads into the kitchen wearing one of Sam’s shirts and watches him for a moment. He turns off the griddle and glances over his shoulder with a smile, setting a plate of pancakes on the table. “Morning,” he says.

           She smiles back and walks to the table, sinking down into her chair. “Hey,” she replies, reaching up to grip his arm. He leans over and presses a kiss to her hair.

           As he settles into his place, handing her the syrup, Jessica asks, “Where’d that rhyme come from?”

            To her relief and surprise, he doesn’t pretend to not know what she means.

            “My brother,” he tells her, his voice slipping into that soft drawl he has sometimes. “It used to be hard for me to sleep, so he’d make up little things, lullabies, you know?” He laughed, looking past her. “He was nine when he made that one up.”

            Sam shook his head and focused back on her. “So, today’s your day off, right? What d’ya wanna do?”

            “I was thinkin’ we could see Shrek 2,” she responds, ripping her pancake apart with a fork. “But if there’s something else you’d rather do…”

           He smiles, one of those sunshine-smiles she adores. “No, we can go see a movie.”

          God, Jessica loves this man. She can believe they’ll be together forever, and the future’s never looked so beautiful.

 

Comments

[sadelyrate.livejournal.com]

Consider me wicked if I saw nothing wrong with Sam's nursery rhyme before reading Jess' reaction?

*hugs the adorable duo*

Sam singing when he's laid back, Jessica knowing to be careful with the wording, the perfect lazy morning...*hugs the fluffy ficlet*

*hugs you, too, 'cause hugs are nice!*

Though this is cruel, considering what happened.



*goes beddy-bye*

[tigriswolf]

*hee* Yeah, any happy Sam/Jessica fic turns depressing when you remember what happens next.

Thank you so much!