Always, Is What She Said - SN fanfic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Always, Is What She Said
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Not my characters.  Just for fun.
Warnings: timeline--anywhen in season 1
Pairings: implied Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 435
Point of view: third

 

You’ll always come back to me. You don’t know how to stay away.

-

Fire licks along her skin and she smiles, twirls, and the flames follow her, reaching towards the ceiling. He watches, knowing this wasn’t meant for him, and feels like a voyeur, like the peeping Tom struck blind when what’shername rode down the street naked.

She laughs and dances and the flames consume her and Dean wakes to Sam’s aborted scream: “Jessica.”

-

Blood and sweat mingle, trailing down her legs. Her Smurf shirt is stained and torn; he wonders why that’s what she wears in this nightmare, instead of the white gown. She winks in his direction and then It comes. Takes her hand, whirls her around, and he wakes to Sam’s gasp.

These aren’t his nightmares. She wasn’t his girl. So why?

-

She wears flames like a cloak, covering her with purpleorangegold; tendrils of fire wreath her hair. She stands, still and silent, staring at him with eyes that are far too familiar. Eyes that saw too much, too soon, and shouldn’t haunt him when he’s not looking in a mirror.

“You didn’t fail,” she says. He wonders which she’s talking to. “You couldn’t have done anything.” Her voice is too intimate for this—it’s not meant for him. So when he opens his eyes to Sam’s muffled sobbing, he thinks it’s finally time to talk about this.

-

She lightly touches his cheek and softly traces his lips. “He loves you, Dean,” she whispers into his mouth. “He’s always loved you more than me.”

Her stomach is bleeding and her hair’s on fire and she shoves him away before laughing with delight, twirling around, hair flying; sparks fall to the floor and he doesn’t know what to do, how to wake, how to speak.

“It was always a dream, what Sam and I had, Dean,” she explains, laughter in her voice. “It wouldn’t have lasted—I’m the second choice, the replacement, and—” she glances at him, hazel eyes wide, “I could never equal you.” She pauses, movement halting suddenly, so quickly she should have lost her balance. “No one could ever equal you.”

She pads back over and touches his face again, pulls him down, and murmurs, “No matter what, no matter where you go, no matter how long it takes, Sam will always return to you. Even if it’s just in his dreams.”

-

In the morning, they don’t talk. Jessica never visits Dean’s sleep again. He almost misses her. Sometimes, he looks at Sam and wonders.

He never asks.

Sometimes, he notices Sam watching him.

Comments

[thelonejuliet.livejournal.com]

That was so good! I love it! *smiles*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! I'm glad.