Response: Prompt #2 Who: Jo Harvelle and Sam Winchester What: Response to the prompt: Jo/Sam, he's just told her he loves her Canon point: 5x10, after Jo shoots down Dean's offer
“I love you, Jo. I have for a long time.”
For a moment, she just stared incredulously at the man standing in front of her. Her thoughts were still a mad swirl of a buzz that had begun to wear off and an offer she’d received no more than twenty minutes ago. Her dark eyes studied a gaze nearly as brown as her own, and she finally managed to let out a forced laugh, holding up a hand to place it against his chest.
“You’re insane. Both of you are. I’m not going to just fall for some random line just because you both think we’re all going to die tomorrow.” A little emotionally shaky, Jo shook her head and finally turned away to stare out at the junkyard, rather than at the Winchester. “Just…go to bed, Sam.” Letting out a slow breath to steady herself, she crossed her arms over herself to avoid reaching out.
“Jo.” The soft word tugged her head around almost as well as his hand would have, if he had touched her. “It’s not a line. It’s just the truth. And I realize that now is probably the worst time to get into this, but…if we do die tomorrow? I didn’t want to go without letting you know how I feel.” She watched as he hesitated, seeming to search his thoughts, then continued. “I didn’t say it to get into bed with you, or to have you say anything in return. It’s just – I – I had to tell you. Whether or not you believe me, it’s the truth.” The look on his face was unbearably adorable as he sighed and stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket, then turned towards the junkyard himself. She stayed silent, watching as he stepped off the porch and began to walk towards the rusted piles of junk.
“Sam…” She trailed off for a moment, waiting until he stopped. He didn’t turn around to face her, but she could tell he was listening. What the hell? She figured. If they did die tomorrow, wouldn’t it be nice if one of the last things you heard was that someone loved you? “Sam. I love you, too.” Slowly, she stepped off the porch as well and walked over to him, sliding one arm around his back. With a gentle tug, she started him walking again, both of them were silent this time.