Broken - SN fic - PG13
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tigriswolfFandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters, but for the ones who are. Just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: Sam/Jessica, Jessica/OMC
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 820
Point of view: third
He is broken, now. She watches and waits for him to heal, to repair the damage inside him. She visits daily and sits beside him and tells him about her day. Speaks of their friends and her job and the classes he’s missing. She lightly traces his jaw, softly kisses his lips, and whispers goodbye in his ear.
He never responds.
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A year passes and there is no progress. Slowly, she visits less and less. She is young, with her life ahead of her. No one blames her for giving up.
When she dreams, they are memories of the days before and she wakes with tears in her eyes.
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That night, she should have fought harder. She knows that, now. She should have made him stay. With her mind, she knows that to be impossible. The man he was, he could not turn aside from his brother, could not refuse that one request.
Her heart tells her that she never had him, anyway. And his brother would always have come.
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Two years pass and she sees him only once a month. She tells him she’s met someone else, someone he’d like. A great guy named Daniel. She tells him that they have a date on Friday, that she’s graduated with honors, on the way to her dreams.
He does not look at her. She hasn’t seen his eyes since his goodbye.
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She is young, with a life ahead of her. She remembers their time fondly, knows she’ll always love him.
She cannot help but wonder what happened. Or where his brother is.
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The police told her they found the Impala mangled, crushed against a pole. He sat shotgun, but there was no one else in the car. His father and brother could not be reached, and there was no one else.
His hospital bill is paid, and everyone’s looked, but no one can find out by whom.
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Four years pass. She marries Daniel and only looks back when she dreams.
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Six years after, he vanishes from the hospital. She’s caught up in Lizzie, their oldest daughter, and Greg, their son. There isn’t much search for him, but she wonders, sometimes.
Sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she sees him, tall and strong, green eyes bright with love.
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And ten years later, when she’s all but forgotten him, his brother appears at their door.
His smile is gentle, but with a razor-edge, and his eyes—though beautiful—are hard. “Sammy loved you,” he says, and she can’t make out his tone. It isn’t menacing, or cold, or nice—some mix of the three. “So I just thought I’d check up on you, see what you’ve been doing since abandoning him.”
She’s tossed back into being twenty-one, lost in confusion, bewildered by this man. “I didn’t abandon him,” she chooses to respond. “I just…” She can’t think of how to finish the sentence, and his smile hurts her.
“You gave up. I didn’t,” he answers, leaning in and whispering in her ear, “And he got better, Mrs. Monroe.”
She pulls back with a gasp, eyes wide. His smile is sharp and dangerous, and she notices, wondering why she hadn’t earlier, that he hasn’t aged a day. “He always would have gotten better, if you’d bothered to hang around and watch.”
Lizzie, Greg, and Naomi, her children, walk down the block and he looks over. She follows his gaze and her heart almost stops. Sam is there, leaning against that blasted Impala, alive and beautiful and grinning like nothing’s ever been wrong.
“What?” she asks, looking back at him, and his eyes gleam with something she can’t name.
“He knew you’d probably forgotten him, Jess,” he says, never looking away from her eyes. “And neither of us has an explanation for what happened. It’s been sixteen years since you knew him, after all.” He leans down and softly kisses her cheek. “It’s better this way.”
He pulls back and she has a hundred questions on the tip of her tongue, but what comes out is, “He’s happy?”
Dean looks over at Sam and she watches as his entire bearing gentles. “He is,” Dean whispers and walks toward his younger brother without a glance back.
Jessica follows Sam with her eyes as he gets in the car and Dean drives away.
Lizzie and Greg pause by her, but Naomi continues into the house. Jessica ruffles Greg’s hair and smiles at him; content that all is well, he follows his little sister. But Lizzie stares up at her, dark brown eyes concerned.
“Who were they, Momma?” she asks.
Jessica smiles again, this time far more sadly. “People I once knew,” she answers and pulls her daughter into a hug.
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Sam has always been secretive. Jessica knows there’s things she’ll never understand.
A year passes with no improvement and no one can blame her for giving up.
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Date: 2006-10-19 04:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-19 04:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-02 01:35 am (UTC)Loved this.
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Date: 2007-06-02 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-06 05:08 am (UTC)i love that sam got better and was happy and that jess didnt die
keep up da good work
GO YOU BIG RED FIRE ENGINE!
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Date: 2007-06-06 10:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2019-07-30 12:48 am (UTC)Sorry, but I honestly don't remember.
Thanks for reading!