Warning: This is a very dark, sad story. It contains themes that might be offensive to some readers. It is based around the SPN eppy 5X04 "The End" to give you an idea of what the storyline might contain. Please know, my intention is not to offend anyone! This story is a gift to my wonderful friend Tanja.
Rosemary's Baby, Part One: Stuck Inside These Walls
I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help?
I'm in here, a prisoner of history, Can anybody help?
She stood out on the balcony, her view the destroyed wasteland of the beautiful country she had always called her home. Buildings desolate, crawling with blood thirsty, diseased creatures that had a problem with dying. Broken windows, chaotic derby cluttered every street as walls began to overgrow with vegetation from their abandonment.
The sunset was so breathtaking and misleading on the horizon, as if this wasn't hell, as if this was still the world she had always known. The wind licked her face and sent her raven hair flying like a free bird onto better places. Her lungs gulped down the fresh air as if it could replenish her, renew her, as if it could give her to strength to carry on.
She had stayed when everyone else fled. She had followed him here when everyone else abandoned ship, but she couldn't leave him. She couldn't let him face this alone.
Her gaze lost on the horizon, Brooke heard footsteps against the marble floor of her tomb. The dark beauty of her eyes fell closed as she sucked in a deep breath, and held her hopes at bay incase her wish was nothing more then a wish at all.
"Sam, is that you?" Her thick raspy voice echoed through the otherwise silent room. Her back to him, she wouldn't turn his way until she knew for certain.
His heavy footsteps stilled, she could hear a deep breath escape his lips before he spoke. "It's me," He answered, and they both know there's something so bittersweet about his verdict.
The sweetest of smiles slipped over her face as Brooke's eyes slowly opened. Gradually she turned to face him, her shoes spinning on the tile. She spots his face and knows instantly it's him. The beauty of his eyes undeniable and un-recreatable. Their eyes meet, and lock as her feet move quickly to him, something urgent in every step.
She crashed against his tall strong body as if it's a safety net come to rescue her. His arms wrap securely around her as he sucked in the nourishment of her scent, and how it's the only heaven he knows anymore. "Why are you still here?" He rhetorically asked her like he does every time. Tears sting his soft whiskey eyes as he holds her dear, and buries his face in the crown of her lush locks. "You have to escape. You have to get away from here." Sam's thick breath begs as a few thick heavy tears slips from his sensitive eyes even though she never does as he asks.
Pulling back from the warmth and safety of his chest, Brooke gazes up deeply into his eyes. "I wont leave you." Her raspy voice whispers to him. The look in her eyes broken by her conviction.
Her answer always the same, it twists in Sam's gut, because he loves her too much to watch her endure so much torture for him. Releasing his arms from around her, Sam takes a step back trying to be strong. "You have to get away while you still can. He will destroy you. Maybe not today, but he will." His deep whiskey eyes are locked with chocolate brown as his voice chokes in it's attempt to stay strong. Soft hearted by nature, Sam couldn't even pretend to be as demanding as he had hoped, but his tone came out strong enough to make his point.
Feisty even in the face of endless nothingness and waste, Brooke shot back with a backbone she hadn't lost completely yet. "I wont leave you here!" She yells at him with such velocity her body trembles with the force. Her pouty lip quivers as tears uncontrollably fill her eyes. "I would rather die here with you then leave you here alone." It's a confession so heart wrenching she can't stop the warm tears as they begin to cascade down her cheeks. This is breaking her heart for sure, if it isn't broken already.
The sight of her tears coupled with the breaking pain in her voice, Sam feels himself crumbling. Looking into her tear stained eyes he knows it's their love that keeps her here. It's their love she can't let go of, and he can't entirely blame her, because it's the only thing holding him together anymore either. And if it were reversed he'd stand by her side until the end. Giving in the way he always does, Sam went to his girl. Wrapping her in his strong loving arms. In an embrace that said as tragic and hopeless as this was he still loved her with every breath he was allowed to take.
Can't you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now?
I've been waiting for, You to come rescue me,
I need you to hold, All of the sadness I can not,
Living inside of me.
She lingered there, in his arms. Basking in his familiar scent, in the way he knew just how to hold her, and how when he did she forgot she was in hell, and could almost pretend like this was still heaven. Together they stayed in the only refuge left in a world destroyed.
Finding her inner strength that always pulled her through, Brooke finally pulled back to gaze lost into his puppy dog whiskey eyes she loved in ways words couldn't quite describe. "How long do we have?" Her throaty voice whispered.
The beauty of her eyes, and the light that shined from them put a small smile on Sam's face as he reached out, and tucked a strand of her silky locks behind her ear.
"I think until morning." He answered holding onto the fact that they had hours together, and not the fact that it would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Brooke put a sexy little smirk on her lips just for her beloved. "Well then, let's not waste anymore time being sad." Her beautiful mouth offered, but Sam could see deep in her eyes the vulnerability that was actually begging.
Succumbing to the beauty of her, the way she could make him pretend like everything is as it was before. As if they both weren't prisoners. His heart warming grin slipped across his gentle face before Sam dropped from his towering height above to capture her lips in the sweetest embrace they both had missed more then life, humanity, or a home.
Their lips tangled sensual and heated as they both tried to drink each other in. Tried to consume the other so completely that a piece would break off, and fuse with their own.
Brooke's back hit the silky sheets as Sam's face came towering above. His long shaggy hair hanging down just before he dipped down to steal the breath from her lips. His hands moved all knowing, and loving all over her figure. While Brooke made the same advance. Reaching all his favorite spots like a good lover always knows. The dyer states of their situation disappeared as they came together with a need so desperate you could swear they were ten feet under water gasping for air. Her moaning cry pierced his ear as his strength tangled up in everything delicate about her. Sam grunted out her name against her flushed creamy skin as they slipped away together in the only peace left to hold.
Hours later they lie tangled up in the satin sheets, intoxicated by the after glow. Brooke gazed lost and longing onto her love nestled beside. Trying to memorize everything about his face that was uniquely his own. To always remember, in case she never saw him again, because another chance encounter wasn't promised… It was a gift. Capturing every detail about him for the cherished prize it is, Brooke noticed Sam's eyes begin to close as he nods off exhausted from his hours spent lost in her. A panic raced through her heart as if he's already slipping away.
Her hand reached out to softly stroke his cheek. "Don't fall asleep yet. I don't want it to be over. Not yet, stay with me." She begged him in a raspy whisper that came from the heart.
Sam's eyes fluttered open with the sweet desperation on her breath, to the feel of her gentle touch on his face. His hand reached up to capture hers. He pulled it from his face, but never let go. He held her delicate hand securely in his as his thumb traced faint nothingness on her skin. "I'm here. I'm not leaving yet." Sam reassured her, wishing he could protect the one he loved most more, but all he could do was give her everything that he had to offer… Now, this moment. Pulling her closer against him, in his loving arms, Sam gazed into her eyes with assurance and devoted love until the fear inside her subsided enough for Brooke to rest her head upon his chest. She snuggled close, the long night hanging over them, dawn on rapid approach. Neither of them could fight the exhaustion much longer before their eyes fell closed, and they disappeared to the freedom of sleep.
Brooke awoke as the sunlight streamed through her open balcony. The fresh spring air warm and calling on her bare skin. Her could still feel him beside her. The warmth of his skin against hers. The strength of his muscles wrapped around her. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. The world gradually forming and taking shape around her. The light was blinding at first, but slowly her eyes adjusted.
She was still tangled in his arms as her pupil came into focus. His whiskey orbs were upon her inspecting and pleased. "Morning sweetheart." His voice cocky and sarcastic as it came off with a self serving smug smile holding his face. Ruining everything soft and gentle about Sam's natural features.
Brooke could feel her stomach flip as bile fought to shoot up her throat. Her skin crawled on instinct.
Grabbing the satin sheet tightly to herself, Brooke jumped out of bed, scrambling away from him. Her breath choked and heaved as her heart broke in her chest all over again… He was gone, and She was left with this Monster again. Tears uncontrollably scorched her eyes, but Brooke fought to hold them in not wanting him to know the torture he brings upon her.
"Have fun last night?" The beast that had taken hold of Sam taunted her, same self righteous smile blinding on his face.
"Get out," Brooke's voice trembled out as she eyed him boldly. Every ounce of strength she had was used to hold herself together, strong.
"See and I thought we could have another round of you screaming my name. It sounded so good from where I was listening last night… Oh, or did you two actually think I was really gone." The beast rubbed it in her face with that same indigent smile that ruined everything beautiful about Sam.
Brooke sucked in a sharp shuttered breath as she felt herself collapsing inside. Everything sacred, everything precious in her life had been turned to a throne of shit. Twisting her feelings inside into anger before she fell apart in front of the betrayer, Brooke lashed out. "I said get out!" She screamed at the beast, fierce and cold as she clutched the satin sheet closer to her naked form.
Watching her silently for a moment just so she knew he didn't do anything because she demanded it. Slowly the devil dressed as Sam rose from her bed. Marching to her, naked, in all of Sam's god given glory there was something heated and focused on Brooke as he zeroed in.
I'm in here, I'm trying to tell you something,
Can anybody help?
I'm in here, I'm calling out but you can't hear,
Can anybody help?
Clutching the sheet tighter to her body, Brooke tried not to be afraid as he moved in for the kill.
Reaching her, in one swift movement, he grabbed her by her throat. His strong hand held a chocking grip as he effortlessly slammed her against the wall. Brooke cried out from the pain as he got inches from her face.
Seething with calm, collected darkness. "Watch your mouth with me, whore. Don't ever forget you're only here, because I allow it." He warned her as his hot foreboding breath pummeled her face, and his hand tightened it's hold around her throat causing Brooke to cough uncontrollably for air.
Having delivered his lecture loud and clear, this hellish beast was now bored of her. He took the solid grip he had around her neck, and slammed her into the wall once again, before he released her, and marched out of the room.
As soon as she heard the door slam Brooke broke. Gasping sobs chocked up her throat as she slid down the wall onto the cool marble floor. Tears ran hot and fast down her face as she clung to herself for the only comfort to be found. In these moments she knew Sam was right, she should leave. Try to escape, disappear, because he was destroying her. But she just couldn't. It was those rare moments when the devil let Sam come back out like last night that was her ball and chain. That would keep her here until her dying day. Because even in the mist of broken hearted tears and complete hopelessness that left her slowly dying on the floor, Brooke couldn't leave Sam. Not knowing he was still trapped in there.
A month and a half later the beast stood in the luscious garden his wicked hand had created in an urban wasteland of ruin. Luscious flowers and green brushes of every shape and color to tantalize his pallet. Taking a moment to smell the roses he heard her footsteps on the grass before her raspy voice meekly spoke. "Your slaves said you wanted to see me." For all Brooke's fear there was still spite in her every word. A backbone not even something the devil could rip from her spine.
His white suit gleamed in the sunlight as what was left of Sam turned to face her.
"Come to me." He called, but they both knew it was really an order.
Standing still in a moment of resistance, Brooke held her ground of defiance as she gazed upon the cruelest trick of all. The devil masked as the man who held her heart and soul. Finally she gave into the inevitable, and took the remaining steps that held distance between them.
"My minions said they noticed something different about you." He spoke cryptically in a way he knew she wouldn't understand. His hand reached out before she could pull away, and landed firmly upon her womb. A touch that only lasted a second before Brooke stepped back repulsed, but that was long enough to tell him everything he needed to know. A smug self righteous smile slipped over Sam's lips, distorting the gentle beauty of his face, and everything Brooke loved about it. Pleased by what he'd discovered.
"You're pregnant." He informed her, clear like a matter of fact.
A shiver vibrated down Brooke's spine with his chilling words. Part of her wanted to call him a liar, but she knew he wouldn't lie about this. Her breath grew heavy inside her, overwhelmed by the weight of that news. For so long she and Sam had tried to create a child before Brooke came to the conclusion she couldn't conceive, but here she was… Pregnant. Torn over whether she should be overjoyed, or sick to her stomach with grief.
An instinct to be protective of what was hers, and the only piece of Sam she truly had left, Brooke wrapped a possessive hand over her belly as she boldly looked the devil in the eye. "This baby is Sam's." The fire inside her surfaced as she fought back with dark haunting eyes just as strong.
The devil dressed as Sam in a pristine, almost glowing white suit smiled all knowingly upon her as a light chuckle escaped his lips with her naivety. "Sam and I are one in the same. That baby is mine." He reminded her, the self satisfied smirk on his lips so vile it was chilling. His little plan to let Sam out on occasion, because she only denied him, had in fact worked. Now growing safe inside her was his prodigy, the next in line to be leader of his new world, his very own anti-christ.
His words sent a ripple under Brooke's skin, powerful like a tsunami wave. As badly as she wanted to scream at him he was wrong, that it wasn't true… She knew it could be. He and Sam were one being now, no matter how badly she wanted to deny it.
When his back turned from her, the light blinding off his shining white suit, Brooke could feel the bottom drop out from the earth below her. What had she done? The greatest wish she and Sam had ever held for each other could now possibly be her biggest nightmare… Hiding inside her.
The lines blurred, whose baby was it really… The enemy who held her captive here, who had all but murdered her husband, and stolen her life. And if that was the case Brooke would rather jump off this decrepit building then let that abomination see light. Or is it her beloved husband's? The only piece she had left of him, alive and growing safe inside her. Or the third scariest option, What if it was both. Part monster, but also the only essence that remained of the love of her life. How would she know until it was born, and then it's too late? Brooke could see it in her mind as the devastated warm tears slipped silently down her face, the chains lock and bound around her. Sam had been right, She stayed too long. Now she was truly damned and left in waste to the world like everything around her.
I'm crying out, I'm breaking down,
I am fearing it all, Stuck inside these walls,
Tell me there is hope for me
Is anybody out there listening?
I'm in here, can anybody see me?
…Can anybody help?
"I'm In Here" Sia, Piano Version