'Nothing can compare to
when you roll the dice and swear your love's for me'
There was not a shred of doubt in Dean's eyes not a single one. This made his enemy flinch in a foul attempt to maintain her previous composure. Dean was also smiling in a smug and somewhat demonic way that sent shivers down the witch's spine. How could he be so calm at a time when his life depended wholly on another person? Sure they were brothers, the villain thought, but siblings would never sacrifice true love for one another, they wouldn't give up on pure happiness just for the sake of family. Oh if only she knew.
'I want to get out of here. Let me out of here.' Sam said calmly at first, staring into green eyes but not the green eyes he longed for.
'But you can be happy... with me. If you stay, that is.' The blond woman whispered, smiling sweetly, beckoning.
'I am not killing myself to be with you, Jessica. Never. I'm not leaving my brother alone out there.' was Sam's only response. His face was determined and his eyes were cold.
'I thought you wanted to be happy and normal.. and with me you can have that. You can end your sufferings on this earth and be when you deserve to be – somewhere nice, quiet..' She was Jessica. The real Jessica - watching from above, caring for Sam, wishing he was alright. Whatever magic had summoned her spirit here in this very room and confined her and Sam, was definitely powerful and the doings of someone experienced.
'I am happy. I'm fine. I'm just.. happy .. without you...' He could barely speak the words and not because they weren't true but because he'd never imagined saying that to Jessica. Her of all people, he never even assumed he would hurt like that.
The pain was reflected in her eyes. She didn't speak for a while and the tension in the room was palpable. Sam was hurting, too. He knew this guilt was irrational but he couldn't help it. His thoughts brought back memories of yesterday's misty morning before this mess. He remembered waking up in a warm bed, in the arms of someone he couldn't phantom a day without...
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