I am trying very hard to get this right, not sure if it would turn out half way decent. But with season 4 episodes making me sad most of the times, I need some closure. In my twisted way, that means angst. And there is a storyline, if it doesn't get forgotten in my need for angsty outlet.
Disclaimer – thankfully I don't own them, would have forgotten all about storyline and made a mess of it with too much angst
Chapter One
After ten years, she still kept the picture on her dresser. Ten years, every morning his face is the first she saw in the morning, before even looking at her own in the mirror.
He looked like he did, always. The day the picture was taken. That was a happy day, the only one complete happy day she could remember.
In the picture, he looked young, at ease, happy; smiling like he has no care in the world.
The only time she ever saw him smiled like that.
She softly traced the line of his face with her finger, like she always did.
He looked as perfect as ever. She shifted her glance to her own face in the mirror. Sallow complexion, hollow eyes, like how it had been since he left ten years ago. He wouldn't recognize her now.
How did time even passed when one is in pain, in limbo? Is there a time limit on missing someone? Ten years, it just felt like one day.
She looked at his picture again. That smile still melts her. It was so happy, so simple; he would have smiled like that as a child. Never again, she thought, since he became an adult, would he have smiled like that. That mega watt smile he flashed so easily, so charmingly… that smile which disarm and charm effortlessly…never did anything to her. But this smile in the picture, it broke her. A child's smile, she thought, a child's smile when loved, when protected, when he was whole and complete.
There was a tension in the air, a musing like something, someone sighing… She looked around her. If he is here, she wants to hear his voice.
Dean… she said softly, like he could hear her, and flashed her that huge grin of his, which used to annoy her so much. Except, of course there is nothing, just the same picture on her dresser.
She took the one last look at the picture, and stood up to leave for the day. It is another day she supposed. Routine, work, home…
When she reached her office, she realized that she was wrong. Today is not just another day… as she saw the tall lanky form slumped in a chair at her desk… for a while, looking at the figure in the shadow, she felt her heart skipped a beat, it was almost like him. Then the figure straightened, and got up as she approached. She blinked. It was someone she wasn't expecting.
"Sam?" She looked up at him in query.