Author's Note: So I know a lot of people have done an 'after pilot episode' story, but I wanted to give it a shot. I know it's really short, but I just wanted to get it out there. I don't know if it's any good, but oh, well. I think I might write another short second chapter that will take place shortly after once they get back to the motel if I get good feedback.
P.S. I wrote this while listening to Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright and it might help set the mood if you listen to it while reading, just a tip.
Sam stood by the curb slowly waiting for Dean to come back from the talking to the cops. This isn't happening. This just isn't real. Jess is fine. She's going to laugh at me and call me silly for worrying so much when she hears about this. Sam repeated in his head over and over. Hoping, no begging, no praying that it would soon come true and he would wake up room one of his horrible nightmares. There was just no way this was happening. His Jess, the absolute love of his life, was gone? No, no it couldn't be. But then again, why would Sam feel so utterly lost and miserable if it wasn't true? Would he really feel as though his very heart had been ripped in half if it wasn't real? No, this wasn't just over reacting. No this was true and absolute reality. Sometimes reality just sucked.
Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Despite his hunter instinct's disapproval, Sam made no attempt to push off the offending hand, though, he felt just too plain old weak and exhausted.
"Sammy?" Dean bent down in front of Sam and held his chin in his hands. "Sam?" Slowly, very slowly, Sam looked up to meet Dean's gaze with big, round, pain-filled eyes.
"Oh, god, Jess," Sam said before his head fell back down and he began shaking with sobs. Dean pulled Sam forward into his embrace. He felt Sam's tears drip down onto his shoulder, saw Sam's whole body trembling, heard Sam's low, pain-laced sobs. It didn't feel right to Dean. No, his Sammy should never make such a noise, never be in enough pain to make such a noise. It just made Dean pull his beloved little brother in closer. He ran his hands over Sam's back in slow, comforting circles. "Its okay, Sammy, it's gonna be okay." But as Dean sat there rocking his broken baby brother, Dean couldn't help wonder if it would ever be okay again.
Author's Note: So, what did you think? Let me know what you thought of this one and your opinion towards a short second chapter. TTFN (Ta-ta for now, those of you who don't know this need to watch a bit more Pooh Bear.) and thanks for reading! :)
