A/N: This is set a few years after the first chapter when the girl is no longer traveling with the Winchesters but has her own house/flat, but sees them every now and again.
The Flip Side of that Well Worn Coin
Chapter Two
Two Years Later
After time, a lot of time, you begin to notice things seem to be changing.
Usually there is other, more important things going on, or he has too much else to think about, but every now and again you catch him watching you. Sometimes you can just feel his eyes on your back and you don't turn around because you don't want him to know that you know.
And when you happen to be staying in the same place, you sleep in the same bed, like you always used to. It makes sense. The motel rooms have only two beds and your apartment isn't huge, the brother takes the couch.
Now, however, he is much more likely to sling an arm around you or over you at some point during the night and, despite those first ground rules of him keeping his hands and feet to himself, you don't care.
And now, when you aren't together, when he isn't sharing your bed and breathing softly beside you, you find it hard to sleep.
Sometimes you feel him press a light kiss to your forehead or drop one into your hair, when he thinks that you are asleep.
One morning, you wake up, and you are facing each other, and he's watching you. You smile slightly before closing your eyes again, happy to go back to sleep. He smiles in return, and kisses you on the cheek before he gets up to go and have a shower.
Not two days later, he wakes up and watches you sleep. Soon he leans in from where his head was resting on the pillow, and kisses you, firm but sweet, full on the lips. You wake up, and smile, and kiss him back for a moment.
When he pulls away you are both smiling and remain stock still, looking into the others eyes for a full minute. Then he winks and gets up, and you turn over and burrow back down into your quilt. He always does get up too early.
Then there comes the morning when he wakes you up with a kiss to the temple and a whispered offer of coffee, and you wonder if there could possibly be a better way to wake up in the mornings. And you smile and open your eyes and he's smiling back at you.
But then you register that he's lying on top of the covers, and he's fully dressed, and there's an apology in his eyes, and your smile fades.
He's leaving and suddenly you feel scared. Your hand reaches out of its own violation and holds onto his shirt, your fingers slipping through to the t-shirt underneath.
He watches you for a moment before reaching forward and kissing you on the forehead, getting up and quickly leaving the room.
You lie stock still for hours or minutes, you don't know. But when you get up and go into the kitchen there is fresh coffee in the pot, the Impala has vanished from the driveway and both Sam and Dean have gone.
Just for a moment you allow yourself to wish that he didn't have to do this, that he could stop hunting and leave the apocalypse to someone else. And it hurts more because you know he often wishes the same.
But you also know that if he wasn't a hunter he would be a completely different person and you might not love that person. And he couldn't retire, not now. He couldn't leave his brother and the demons and the angels and the apocalypse.
So you sigh.
And pour yourself a cup of coffee.
And set about living your life while you wait for his next phone call.
A/N: Supposedly a little happier than the first chapter but I don't know that it turned out like that.
I wanted to leave which of the boys she was talking about ambiguous but I couldn't help writing it with one of them in mind. It might be pretty obvious – which do you reckon, Sammy or Dean?
Hope you liked anyway.
