Anyways, thanks for holding on to this story and I'm glad that you enjoyed Jaded. Here it is without further a due. Chapter two. Enjoy! :)
One month after burial…
Jerking out of his sleep, another night of waking up and sweating, reliving the nightmare of the cemetery. It was always the same and he couldn't make it leave his mind. Small, delicate hands rested on his arms along with a head on his shoulder. He could feel the green eyes of the red head staring at him and dropping from his face as to not make him feel uncomfortable and watched. Donnie had done everything the whole past month to reassure him, get him back to his normal self but still she gave him space when he needed it to grieve.
She'd already taken from him the drinking privileges, knowing that he would get drunk instantly if he had the chance at nursing a bottle or more. Sam was actually thankful that she was there; helping…he had finally been able to tell someone that he had been having visions. It started after his father died in the hospital after the car accident, and he'd kept it inside from his brother and Bobby. One night when they were on a hunt, still looking for Lilith, he had a vision around her, worrying Donnie to a large degree that in order to keep her from taking him to a medical center he had to tell her.
Sam hadn't realized that Donnie had gotten up from the bed they shared in the motel room and come back with a glass of water until she took his hand and placed it in his grasp.
"Thanks," he semi-smiled, taking a healthy gulp before setting it down on the nightstand.
"Sam…"
"It was nothing."
"Nothing…yeah…sure…listen, do you need me to make you something to keep it at bay? Chase off the nightmares so then you can you know sleep at night. I know the visions must have something to do with this. Come on, it'll help."
"Who'd you give it to before suggesting it to me?"
The red head rolled her eyes and giggled. He would always ask that now that he was comfortable with the fact that she was a witch. Her potions and inner powers had come in handy in more than five hunts the past month and he couldn't be more thankful that she had them otherwise who knows what would've happened to them both in their situations.
"I for one," she paused, wincing as she said with guilt, "And gave it to Bobby once because he was bitching and moaning about how Alex and I would make so much noise during the night to the point he couldn't fall asleep."
Her face fell within seconds of the mention of her friend's name. Soon it disappeared as she attempted at a happier persona, standing up and walking over to her duffel for the ingredients to the potion. Sam nodded, knowing that no matter what she'd make him take it anyways. She was always looking out for his well being…again…he was lucky to have Donnie.
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Donnie glanced over at the sleeping Sam in the motel bed. That mixture she had created had really knocked him out and it was almost twelve in the afternoon, normally he was up before now. Well, she tried to make sure he was, most of the time he'd just want to lay there and do nothing, but she kept reminding him that he couldn't do that and that they had people to save, evil things to hunt. She was his little Jiminy Cricket.
Pulling on her high heeled boots, she zipped it up on the sides and straightened her pant legs to cover it from being rolled up to do the task. The red head knew that Sam missed his brother and she was going to do whatever it took to get him back, same with Alex if there was even a possibility. She had been using her magic to try and find leads that might help them gain answers, but so far her radar has turned up sketchy as if someone was blocking it. The search on the demon Lilith was a bigger joke than that. Where the hell were they going to find a demon that powerful?
They had done their research; however, there always seemed to be more each time they would take a step forward in hunting her down. First wife of Adam, the first demon ever made by Satan, was said to snack on babies because she loved their youth…the bitch was a little too fond of being young again, which is why it was so difficult to even start tracking her. Kids, she liked kids and that meant she might even like taking up residence in them, and that wasn't an easy task to find any possessed freak, but now they had to find a kid that was filled with demon persona beyond innocence.
Popping open one of her little tubes of pre-made potions, she tipped it back, wincing at the bad taste before shaking it off. It was something to help boost her abilities; she had been taking it for awhile now. Thing is, Sam didn't really know and she wasn't sure if she wanted him to.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head," Donnie said, standing and moving to the bed, resting her hands on the slumbering man's shoulders, gently shoving him awake.
Sam's eyes fluttered open groggily, he wanted to sleep at least a few more minutes…Hell…he could've slept another few hours. Whatever Donnie gave him to sleep, it worked like wonders and he actually liked it. Finally some rest after a month, he needed it big time.
"What time is it?" he asked, turning his head towards the glowing numbers on the nightstand.
"Breaking point of the afternoon, I figured I'd let you sleep in what with all your waking up in the middle of the night."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
She went to walk away, move on to her duties to finish getting ready, halting when hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her down onto the mattress and to a rock hard warm body. Sam nuzzled her neck and sighed, placing a soft kiss on the vulnerable skin at her collarbone, making her breathing hitch.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He meant the words, emotions behind every letter passing through his lips and to her ears, making her hear it and truly believe them. If Dean was there at that exact moment, he would most definitely see the mouthed sentence, 'Dude, you are so whipped.' However, Dean wasn't there, but that didn't stop Sam's mind from playing the tone of voice, containing the joking and happy lilt. It was another day, one that couldn't be shunned…none of them could be. Sam had to be at the top of his game, training with Donnie, both testing each other to make sure that they weren't slacking.
"How'd you sleep?" Donnie asked, bringing him back to reality.
The response was clear, not even a second guess or hesitance. He wanted all nightmares to end, a dreamless state of being when he let his eyes slip shut for the day. It had felt good to actually rest. "Do you have more of that stuff you gave me?"
"The sleeping potion, yeah, a little bit left of the first batch but I can keep making more if you need it to help you sleep better or even at all."
"Good."
'The less distractions I have…the better,' he thought.
Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review.
