The silver glimmer is not missed, and she smiles fondly at Gabriel's recollection of her clocking him a good one. Of course he deserved it--cursing the gods one moment and revealing himself to be one the next.
...then again, he did only reveal himself after he'd had reason to protect their little clan. The humbleness she and Sam had felt was nearly overwhelming, none more so than Sam's. For how could one so divine love a human like him so deeply? While the three of them had been connected for so long, there would always be something that ran so much deeper between the angel and his hunter.
In those tense moments where Sam's body clenches in pain, Jessica finds that she is quite unable to breathe herself. Her heart feels as though it's lodged in her throat, and it's only when the poor man takes that gasp that she releases the air she's holding. She makes a fair attempt to smile for him, lifting her eyes to look over Gabriel for a moment. Sam Winchester was going to fight. For himself; for all of them once more.
"You do owe him a fat lip, Sammy," she says, brushing some of that wild hair away from his eyes. "Sleep well, dear heart. We'll be here for you. Fighting like hell for you."
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Date: 2015-07-15 02:37 am (UTC)...then again, he did only reveal himself after he'd had reason to protect their little clan. The humbleness she and Sam had felt was nearly overwhelming, none more so than Sam's. For how could one so divine love a human like him so deeply? While the three of them had been connected for so long, there would always be something that ran so much deeper between the angel and his hunter.
In those tense moments where Sam's body clenches in pain, Jessica finds that she is quite unable to breathe herself. Her heart feels as though it's lodged in her throat, and it's only when the poor man takes that gasp that she releases the air she's holding. She makes a fair attempt to smile for him, lifting her eyes to look over Gabriel for a moment. Sam Winchester was going to fight. For himself; for all of them once more.
"You do owe him a fat lip, Sammy," she says, brushing some of that wild hair away from his eyes. "Sleep well, dear heart. We'll be here for you. Fighting like hell for you."