Series: One Too Many Mornings
Title: Where My Love and I Have Laid
Rating: PG for visual
Spoilers: 3x16
Characters: Dean, girl!Sam (gen)
Summary: The first thing that makes it clear that it's not real is that she had fallen asleep at Bobby's kitchen table, not in the big brass bed she's laying in now.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine.
Author's Note: This will be the first in a series of ficlets.
The first thing that makes it clear that it's not real is that she had fallen asleep at Bobby's kitchen table, not in the big brass bed she's laying in now. The second thing that makes it clear that it's not real is—
"Hey, kid," Dean murmurs, grey t-shirt ripped and bloody, jeans torn and hands shoved in his pockets. His hair is flat and pressed against his head and there's blood on his lips but it's Dean and he's there and Sam doesn't care about the gaping wounds in his shoulders. All she can do is whisper his name.
"Dean."
Sam can't seem to sit up to go to him but Dean sits down on the bed and traces his knuckles across her jaw. "You look tired."
She shuts her eyes, shakes her head. "M'not tired." She opens them again and lifts her hand to grab his. It's cold and sticky with blood but it's Dean's hand and that's all that matters. "How… where are we?"
Dean shrugs, the action achingly familiar and lays on his back beside her, their joined hands on his ripped up chest. "Dunno. Maybe the house in Saginaw?"
It's her turn to shrug and Sam shifts over to rest her head on one gruesome shoulder. "I guess." Dean isn't breathing. His chest doesn't move up and down but he's there and he's looking back at her with a small smile, teeth pink with blood. Sam smiles back and rubs her cheek against the soft, cool pillow and sighs. "I miss you."
His green eyes, glittering and bright, the only alive thing about him, crinkle and he winks at her. "Everyone misses me, kid. What kind of world is it without Dean Winchester, huh?" Dean squeezes her hand. "All the lonely chicks out there are mourning my loss."
Sam bites her lip and squeezes his hand back. "It's lonely," she murmurs. "The world is lonely and I'm one of those lonely chicks, remember?" Her throat is tight and her belly aches and it hurts to look at him because even though he's there with her, when she wakes up, he'll be gone.
Back in Hell.
Dean leans forward and kisses her forehead. "Yeah, but you're different. You're the only girl for me, kid. Always have been." He kisses her forehead again. His lips are cold, slick with blood but Sam doesn't care. It's Dean. "Here's lookin' at you, kid."
She jerks awake at the rough, wet tongue of Bobby's new dog licking at her face and she pushes the Doberman's face away. "Down, Patton," she murmurs. He whines pitifully and Sam scratches behind his ears. "You're a good boy, Patton."
The dog rests his head on her knee and looks up at her with his big eyes, a look that she's been given almost every day since she and Bobby brought him home three weeks ago. She reaches up with a discarded napkin and wipes at her nose and forehead from Patton's licking.
When she looks down at the napkin, it's smeared with blood.