SPN A/B/O Bingo Drabbles – 1

Pairing: Sam x Jess
Rating: 13+ (for swearing)
Tags: Fluff, Omegaverse, Scent Mixing, Sam is clueless, Brady sorts him out, presentations can be whatever you want them to be
Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Requested by Syn! And with a bit of brainstorming help from Alex ❤️ Unbeta’d because I’m just trying to smash through the rest of this bingo board before the deadline 😅

Sam shoulders his way into the lecture hall using his textbook laden backpack as a battering ram because his hands are full carrying the lattes he routinely brings to class for himself and Jessica. She has to come straight from her morning psychology seminar to their advanced English literature class with no time for a break in between, and Sam had noticed very quickly how much nicer she is to him with the extra caffeine boost. 

“Oh, thanks Sam, you’re a lifesaver!” Jess gushes sweetly when he passes her the coffee before taking a seat in the uncomfortable folding chairs and cramming his unnaturally long legs under the criminally small desks that force students to sit way closer to each other than should be strictly necessary. 

Upon taking off the lid of his coffee and inhaling the strongly scented steam to help wake himself up a little more, Sam catches another scent in the air coming from Jess’s direction. Her typical honeysuckle sweet fragrance feels like it’s been layered over something today, a deeper, woodsier smell like pine or moss or something. Sam’s not too sure, he’s never been good at describing people’s auras or whatever they’re called, but he can tell something’s different. 

“Did you get a new perfume?” he asks Jess curiously while she sips happily at her vanilla latte, even though it’s definitely still too hot to drink in Sam’s opinion. 

“Hm?” She swivels towards, blue eyes blinking sleepily up into his hazel ones, and Sam chuckles under his breath at her sleepiness. 

“Your perfume,” he repeats with a soft smile,  “is it new? It smells really nice on you.” 

Jess gives Sam an odd smile in return. 

“Uh, thanks I guess, but I’m not wearing any,” she shrugs awkwardly, but luckily before Sam has to think of a reply, their professor dims the lights and pulls down the projector screen, signalling the start of class. 

Brady slides into the empty space across from Sam on the picnic table he’s eating lunch at. Sam gives him a cursory nod and goes back to reading through the notes from his English lit lecture, double checking he hadn’t mixed up any of the vocabulary. He’d been a little more distracted than usual during class, his mind continuing to drift to images of sunny fields edged with dense woodlands and covered in fresh golden flowers while Professor Engles droned on and on about narrative structures. 

“New cologne?” Brady asks curiously, taking a bite of his sandwich and fixing Sam with a questioning glance. 

“No,” Sam shakes his head, once again distracted, but then he looks up at Brady after his thoughts have caught up with him. “That’s weird you say that though, I asked Jess earlier if she was wearing a new perfume and she said she wasn’t wearing anything,” he shrugs, puzzled. Brady’s head jerks up with a shiteating grin firmly in place, eyes wide with mirth. 

“Oooh, it’s finally happening,” he teases in a sing-song voice, but Sam isn’t following. 

“What’s happening?” 

“Your scents,” Brady said, expecting Sam to understand, but clearly he was missing something. “They’re mixing…” Brady waves his hands around one another in demonstration but Sam is still clueless. 

“Dude,” Brady sighs dramatically, “if you bang someone long enough and you’re compatible mates or whatever then your scents start shifting. Everyone knows that.” 

“What?!” Sam is staring at Brady with his jaw unhinged, blinking in astonishment. 

“Seriously, where did you come from? I know you’re smart because you got into Stanford with the rest of us but sometimes it seems like you just missed the Life 101 lessons or something,” Brady rolled his eyes. 

“No, I mean–” Sam stutters, trying to articulate the swirls of what the fuck that’s streaming through his mind’s eye right now “–I mean, I’m not sleeping with Jessica.” 

Brady’s eyes go comically wide as he coughs around his bite of sandwich. 

“You’re not sleeping with your girlfriend?” he gasps in bewilderment. “Why? She’s smoking!”

“Because she’s not my girlfriend!” Sam squeaks in protest, baffled as to where Brady had gotten that idea from. 

“Sam,” Brady chuckles with obvious pity, a sad little smile pulling at his lips. “You buy the girl coffee three times a week, you walk her to lunch, you hang out in her dorm to ‘study’,” he pulls out the air quotes. “Honestly I figured all those study dates were booty calls, you always come back from them so giddy,” he smirks. 

“I… but– I,” Sam has no idea what to say, his mouth merely opens and closes like a puppeteer is pulling a string to control it for him. 

“Dude, your scents are mixing and you’re not even fucking?” Brady bursts out laughing so loudly it attracts attention from passersby. “Fuck, you’re so fucking whipped man.” 

“I am?” Sam asks nervously, eyes scrunching up in confusion. 

“You are,” Brady nods in firm confirmation. “And if I can give you just a little bit of advice, Sam? Make an actual move before she gets fed up and dumps your ass.” 

“I… uh, yeah,” Sam sits back in his seat, contemplating the wealth of new information he’d just acquired. 

“Aaaaand here’s your chance,” his best friend winks and gets up from the table, waving to someone behind Sam’s head while he’s still chewing the last mouthful of his lunch. “Hey Jess!” Brady beckons the girl over and Sam freezes in fear, giving Brady the bitch-face of the century. Not even Dean had faced a look so murderous from Sam, before. 

“Hey guys,” Jess smiles when she reaches their table, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear and flushing a little as she shoots a second smile at Sam. 

Brady picks up his bag and swings it over his shoulder, giving Jess a friendly pat on the shoulder and departing with the words: “Do me a favour? I think I hurt your boyfriend’s brain, kiss it better for me?” And just like that he’s off across the quad, leaving Sam alone with Jess in stunned and mortified silence. 

“Huh?” Jess looks down at Sam in utter confusion, and Sam finds that he does feel like his brain hurts. Words explode out of his mouth before he has a chance to consider if it’s a good idea. 

“Brady said you’re my girlfriend and that I should kiss you,” he blurts out. 

“Oh,” Jess says, surprise evident in her expression. Sam is about to make a run for it, change his name, and transfer to college in another state when Jess finally says: “We should probably do what he says, then, shouldn’t we?”

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