In my time of dying.
She smiled as she put the cookie tray on the kitchen table. They were made with love, even though the dough was store bought. She really did miss him. This was one of the very few times they had been apart since they moved in together. It was weird that he had left so suddenly. There had been little or no talk about his family, ever. And suddenly his older brother shows up and he takes of almost without blinking.
Oh Sam, she said to herself. Your always been one of a kind, that's why I love you. She placed two fingers on her lips, and then on the note she had left by the cookies, before heading of to bed.
At once she could feel eyes on her back. Like needles on her skin. She turned around fast just in time to se a shadow on the wall.
Great Jesse, now you're going insane to. She felt an urge to laugh at herself but it only came out as a soft breath.
Someone was watching. This she was certain of.
Sam, if this is just on of your jokes, you're sleeping on the couch for the next thirty years!
Sam is not here, my dear. The voice was like ice, so cold it sent chills down her spine.
Who are you?
Just as she said that, two yellow eyes appeared, and she felt like she was loosing control over her own body. She couldn't move, not talk, and not even blink. Tears started falling from her eyes. Slowly.
Oh my God, she thought. I'm going to die.
It's a shame to waste such a beautiful human, but you my dear are not a part of my plans for Sam. I can not let you live!
She felt the grip tighten around her body. She could only muster a half choked scream as she felt herself being dragged up the walls. Her face was full of tears. One ragged breath after another was all that she managed.
Then a flaring pane cut through her stomach, cutting deep into her vitalities, causing blood. Somewhere in her pain filled mind she could here the front door being opened and closed. Sam was home, Sam could help her.
She wanted to scream, wanted for it all to be a nightmare and wake up to his touch. She was praying to God for it, she almost never prayed.
Sam was entering the room. She willed him to look up, but he didn't. Not until her blood began to drop. Touching his face. He opened his eyes. And she suddenly regretted her wish for him to see. She knew he could not save her.
There was terror in his eyes. Despair.
It was hot around her. She could see the flames reflect in his eyes. Wanted to scream. Tell him she loved his and that he had to get out. Then she knew nothing more. Even the warmth of the flames went away. Her last thoughts were on her beloved.
She never knew if he got out. Didn't see Dean bursting through the door and getting Sam out.
She could see him afterwards. But couldn't reach him. Couldn't touch him. All she wanted to do now was tell him it was alright. It wasn't his fault.
She would love him forever. In death as in life.