Not the Ending - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Not the Ending
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: Not my characters.  Just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: Sam/Jessica
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 764
Point of view: third

This is not how it ends, cannot be, she thinks, and then the burn is all she knows.

-

If it had a mouth, it’d smile. Instead, it watches her prepare for the boy’s return—she bakes him cookies, cleans the apartment, gets ready for a shower.

It takes her before she enters the bathroom after putting the cookies on a plate. It takes her and reads her soul, seeing if she will make the perfect sacrifice; it nearly finds her wanting, for she isn’t as light as it’d thought, but ultimately it decides she’ll do.

Until the boy walks through the door. The boy, Sam, the one who’d gotten away unmarked. Samuel, Mary’s son, will do quite nicely.

This wasn’t the plan, but clearly the plan was flawed. There is too much light in the boy—what had it been thinking? Perhaps, if it’d taken Sam that night, things would be far different.

As things stand, though—

It lets the girl fall and claims the boy instead.

-

This is not how it ends, cannot be, she thinks, and then the burn is all she knows, watching her apartment burn from across the street.

Her future and her boyfriend and all her belongings burn with it. Dean crouches on the ground beside her, eyes trained on the windows, silent and still as a grave. Only his chest rising and falling reveals he’s still alive. Tears pour down her face and she wants to dash back in, to get Sam—

But it’s too late. It’s too fucking late, and she’ll never have him, ever again.

There are questions to answer and people to call, and she wants his arms around her.

“You should have left me there,” she tells Dean, voice breaking.

“No,” he laughs, and it is a hollow sound, a shattered sound. “I should have left me.”

He looks up, eyes so like Sam’s and yet so different, and she knows he’s dead inside. “Dean…” she begins, whether to beg for information, comfort, or to yell at him, or to breakdown in his arms she doesn’t know.

But he stands in one fluid move and stalks past her, ignoring police, firemen, and nosy neighbors alike. She hurries after him, feet slapping on the pavement, and he stops by a car. She stares at it a moment, wondering why Sam never mentioned how much his brother’s car looked like her father’s. Though, it did explain the look in his eyes while they visited her parents last June.

Dean gently touches the hood of his Impala and asks her quietly, “You called your family?”

“Not yet,” she whispers, tears flowing harder, and it hurts to breathe.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell, hands it to her. She dials the numbers on autopilot, and has no clue what she’ll say.

But Carolyn answers, voice thick with sleep and annoyance, and Jessica sobs into the phone. Her sister swears to be on the next flight, and that she’ll handle all the rest of the calls.

Dean takes the cell back and stares at her. She looks up into his eyes, maybe an inch and half height difference, and sees only a predator watching her.

Her tears quiet and he reaches out, softly touches her face. “Sammy loved you,” he murmurs, trailing his finger down her cheek, across her lips. “He saw something good in you. He wanted to protect you, grow old with you.” Slowly, he leans forward and kisses her forehead, then her lips. “Don’t let this kill you,” he whispers against her mouth. “One of us has to live.”

Swiftly he pulls back and gets in his car. The Impala roars to life and he heads into the night, and she watches him go.

Carolyn will be here soon, and Momma and Daddy. She has a family to fall back on, to hold her in her grief.

That thing let her go and took Sam instead, and she collapses to the ground, sobs wracking her body, because she knows this isn’t right.

-

This is not how it ends, cannot be, she thinks, her first lucid thought in days. Carolyn is on one side and Momma on the other, and Sam’s friends fill the church.

Sam’s brother isn’t here, or his father.

Dean is out hunting, she knows. Whatever happiness, joy, light he had in him burned with Sam.

When Sam is lowered into the ground, she wishes him happy hunting. Then she falls into her mom, lets her family hold her, and knows nothing will ever be the same.

Comments

[belleimani.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.
Yeah, a Dean with no Sam to live for and protect?
Terrifying.