This is a Samifer fic.
If you don't like the pairing, please shy away from this.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction, or any other character from Supernatural.
Thank you, and enjoy :)
He held on tightly to his pillow as he looked out his window. He hadn't eaten nor had anything to drink in days; but he didn't care. It was raining lightly. He was waiting. Waiting. But nothing happened; it only continued raining.
With every new drop that fell from the sky, his eyes darted to them; he was expecting them to be something else. He was expecting someone else. He listened to the rain hitting the window gently and the wind whirled and whistled in a sing-song tune. He jumped at every noise and could swear he heard a whisper.
Sam.
Goosebumps formed down his spine as he shivered from anxiety. The silence inside the room drove him crazy—but it wasn't entirely silent, either. There was the tik tok from the clock that tortured him every single second.
Sam.
He heard it again and again, but nothing happened. Nothing. Words formed at his chapped lips but no sound escaped. His throat scratched as he felt the heavy words drag and scrape across it. His hair was damp with sweat and stuck to the sides of his face and the back of his neck—but that didn't bother him. What bothered him was that nothing was happening.
Sam. Sam.
Both sound and silence tormented his ears, heart, and soul—but what soul? He felt empty without any disturbance in the air; without the abnormality. His vision narrowed and the walls of the room looked like the waves of an ocean—moving about to and fro. Blotches appeared before him and he had to close his eyes in order to relax his ever-working mind. He groaned as he felt fatigue sneak up his body and squeeze at his limbs, but he wouldn't succumb to the powers of sleep.
Sam… Sam… Sam…
He walked over to the window and noticed the rain had stopped and the sunrays were protruding from the clouds, making illusions dance about the earth. But then…
Sam!
A figure. Right outside his window. Gesturing towards him. Smiling at him. Convincing. Deceiving. Smirking. It egged him on outside.
He didn't hesitate; he threw the pillow down onto the ground and rushed out of the room and then out the front door. Suddenly he felt water fall hard on his face—and it kept going. Before he knew it, he was soaking, and it was raining harder than ever. But the sun was out just a second ago—there were clouds cloaking the whole entire sky, now. He then remembered his objective and searched around him vigorously.
Nothing.
Sam.
Nothing.
Sam.
He then dropped to the ground on his knees and let the tears join the rain in melancholic harmony. He had lost it. He had forgotten that he was now free.
Sam.
He was freed of him. He lost him.
Saaaam.
He lost his fallen angel.