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It had been two years since they'd last seen each other. Fates had brought them together so fast and ripped them apart even more abruptly. If he'd let himself think about it, his mind would have been screaming immediately about how incredibly unfair the situation was – to both of them. The short time they'd spent together had been amazing; he often found himself reminiscing, wishing he could go back to that period of time. He'd felt carefree, happy…safe from the world around him. It had been mutual: She needed to find solace in his arms, to rid herself of reality, to feel more alive than she had in her entire life. He'd desperately craved for something beautiful amidst the darkness that surrounded him every second of every day. Finding each other had been a blessing, and it kept calling to him, beckoning to him, begging for him to come home, as a lighthouse leads a ship to port.
Now, standing in a dimly lit room containing only a dusty lamp and rotting, splintered wood bedframe, he stared at the pile of ratty blankets in the corner. A backpack served as a pillow for the two occupants of the dilapidated bedroom – a young woman and a baby barely over a year old. A mother and her child. He looked quickly at the angel beside him before his eyes flashed back to the pair sound asleep on the floor. They had no idea they had visitors in the abandoned house. One question replayed in his mind, just three words – but the answer to that inquiry would change his life. He was afraid to ask it aloud. His companion barely moved his head in affirmation; all of the oxygen seemed to have left the world as his mind processed this new information. He took a tentative forward, to get a better look at the woman's face. Unfortunately for him, his movement alerted her to their presence. Her eyes snapped open, and she instinctively curled herself around her son to protect him from whatever harm that the two might cause. Then those clear blue irises landed on his face, and a gasp ripped from her lungs.
"What…what are you doing here?"
"I had to see you."
Her eyes flitted to the angel. "You promised. You swore you wouldn't let this happen!"
"I could not stop him any longer. He was driving himself crazy thinking of you."
"But it isn't safe! That's why we ended what we had."
"I'm sorry."
"Do you know what you've done?" She swiftly rose to her feet and walked silently to the pair. "You've put our son in danger, Sam Winchester!"