Charges
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural, and I'm not making any money from this fic. I guess the plot of this kind of belongs to me – but it's not a problem if someone else has the same idea
Summary: Someone watches Dean and Sam sleep…
Warning(s): Spoilers
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a fic for Valentine's Day – but that kind of fell through, so it's being written and posted now instead. I'm sure you can all guess which character this is
She stood in front of the window, staring at the sleeping boys. The finest trace of tears showed in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. This one day was something too precious to waste on tears. The one day she could become an actual spirit – on the anniversary of her death. Not that she could let anyone see her…
But she could – for one night – kind of spend time with people she cared about.
It was strange… She'd carried both boys inside her. Almost like a mother would – but she'd never been a mother. She'd died before she the chance to. And the older brother – Dean – had treated her almost like the person she'd once been; always talking to her and acting considerate of her feelings, such as they were.
Well, he'd hurt her before. After his father had died. But she knew that he'd taken his pain out on her to avoid taking it out on his brother. And Dean had later put her back together again with far more care than ever before.
She'd heard them argue, but had been able to see their love for each other in pretty much everything. But she'd wished the terms of the deal had involved being able to talk to them. Next time she saw a Collector, she'd have to try and bring that up. Then again… they'd probably try to exorcise her if they ever saw her.
She drifted closer to the beds. The two men looked so peaceful in their sleep – free from all the bad things that had happened to them. She hoped that their dreams were peaceful and filled with nice things.
At least Sammy didn't seem to be suffering from those horrible nightmares again…
Would he leave them? She figured it was likely. This was no life for Sammy. It wasn't really a life for Dean, either – and he seemed to be more and more willing to give it up. But she'd stick with them whatever happened.
After all, the Winchesters had rescued her from the scrapheap. The older man – John – had seen the potential in her and repaired her, just like his son did later on.
They'd been through so much. If someone could say one thing about her life now – it definitely wasn't boring.
As dawn's first light came through the window, she turned. And, as Sam stirred in his bed, the spirit winked out of existence.
And in the motel's car lot, the Impala reappeared…
