I don't know… I just had to write this.
I guess it is AU because Sam is not pyrokinetic…. (Yet!)
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A prone taper sat in between his cupped palms.
Sam held both hands around the candle as he mesmerized himself with the continuously moving flame.
Moving his right hand away from the flame but still cupping the other side with his left the flame darted quickly following the retreating wall that his hand had created.
Doing the same with the left, the flame became vulnerable once again.
He placed his hand on the table and held the end of the taper from where he had melted it onto the wooden table earlier, still keeping it fixed.
Sam lifted his left hand and with his index finger outstretched touched the flame.
The fire seemingly ignoring the calloused tip and spread upwards above and below his finger, but there was no pain, just a tingled warmth.
After a few seconds Sam retreated his hand a looked at his finger in the dim firelight.
There were no burns, no blisters, no redness of discomfort.
Placing his palm above the candle he lowered it over the flame noticing how it spread out under his palm widely and licked between his fingers.
But no pain, no burns, no blisters…
Just the feeling of a warmed silk handkerchief, wrapping itself around his hand and resting there in content.
He raises his palm away and places both his hands in his lap.
In the back of his mind he knows there is something wrong.
Fire burns, fire causes pain… Fire kills.
Jess…
Fire is bad.
Fire has always been bad, fire killed Mom, fire destroys the spirits.
Fire does not, No. Cannot be a comfort.
But…
Sam raises his palm upward parallel to midway on the candle.
He tries not, but he beckons the flames.
The small flame on the candle seems to split and drip to the side leaning towards Sam's outstretched hand.
The fire drops into his palm.
And they dance.
The fire is continuously moving over Sam's hand.
Spreading out from the heart of his palm to his outstretched fingers.
The flames raise themselves high in an arch and Sam raises other hand to catch the end of his personal shooting star.
The flames do not bring pain, only a feeling of contentment flows through Sam as he feels the fire fill his veins and warm him in a completely different way.
He motions inwardly and the fire retreats to his right hand, resting as high as simple candle flame once again.
"Thank you" he whispers and the fire seeps into his palm extinguishing the light in the room.
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