Snow and Sentiments.
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This is for "jadedXelement" who liked the pairing of Sam and Sarah.
I had it kicking around in my computer memory and I rounded it off a bit.
I'm not certain that this is the sort of story you were hoping for, but this is how it came out.
I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)
Sorry for any grammatical mistakes that may have slipped through.
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Chapter Two
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She turned her head just in time to see his tall figure disappearing into the thick fall of snowflakes
and she realised that this was a decisive moment in her life.
The film "Sliding Doors" came unbidden to mind; how one's future could be decided by the outcome of a seemingly unimportant action;
in that case by getting or not getting on a train, and in her case letting or not letting, one Sam Winchester walk out of her life.
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Decision made, she hurried after him, afraid that he had already melted in to the darkness
and out of her life for the second time.
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She wondered at herself, usually so practical and down-to-earth, running after a near stranger,
but the urgency in her steps belied any of that.
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She hadn't caught sight of him again, but the fates must have been blessing her quest as
she found herself confronted by a run-down motel, a place she wouldn't have ever set foot in,
but Sam Winchester was in there, and that was enough for her.
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She hoped that the brothers still had the same car, the Impala that had sat proudly in her father's car park,
a ragamuffin of the streets daring to rub shoulders with the royalty of the car world.
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Yes, there it was, black and sleek, reflecting the feeble light from the motel lamps on its polished steel body;
parked at the end of the row of rooms, pointing like an arrow to the man she was searching for.
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She bowed her head against the torment of falling snow and made her way to the door.
For a split-second she hesitated, hand poised to knock, unsure whether to let it fall against the shabby door.
Her hand came down loud and hard.
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Inside she heard the creaking of chairs as the occupants pushed them back.
The door opened to the handsome face of Sam's brother, annoyance quickly followed by surprise
as he recognised her. "Sarah?"
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She saw the razor- quick understanding on his mobile face, the pieces coming together.
His brother obviously hadn't told him about having met her, probably feeding him some other tale to account
for his lateness and the cold food.
She boosted up her courage in the face of his scrutiny. "Is Sam there? I'd like to talk to him, if that's all right."
He flashed her an understanding smile. "He's inside, come on in."
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She walked past Dean and her eyes took in the shabbiness of the small room,
coming to rest on Sam who was trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible behind the open screen of a computer;
an impossible task for a man of his stature.
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"Sam, you ran off without saying a proper good-bye," she pouted teasingly, trying to defuse the awkward moment.
Awkward for him, for she was exactly where she wanted to be.
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"Umm...Sorry Sarah, but Dean wasn't feeling too well and..."
She turned her head and raked her eyes over the seemingly one hundred percent perfection of his older brother's health.
"He sure heals faster than light," was her smiling reply.
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Sam looked down at his computer; he was completely taken aback.
When she had walked through the door he couldn't believe his eyes.
He had never thought to see her again; never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he was important enough for her to search him out.
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Sam's features were just as revealing as his brother's and she read in his face how he considered himself
to be less than worthy for a woman such as herself.
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She turned her head back to Dean, catching his gaze, willing him to understand that what she had to say
to Sam would be better said alone.
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The bright intelligence in Dean's eyes needed no prompting.
He knew what Sarah was asking and he was willing to leave her with his brother, but his gaze had an edge of warning to it.
It said clearly" Don't hurt him, he's been hurt enough"
She got the message loud and clear and nodded in acknowledgement.
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Dean picked up his jacket from the bed and made his way to the door.
He felt Sam's eyes boring into his back.
"Where are you going Dean? It's freezing out there." he heard the tinge of panic in his little brother's voice.
"Don't worry Sammy. I'm gonna get me a beer and hustle a little pool. Give you and Sarah some time to catch up on old times!
Don't wait up for me."
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"Dean..!
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And with that he flounced out the door; ten seconds later the roar of the Impala cut through the silence of the night.
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Sarah turned her gaze back to the man she had come to see.
"Sam," her voice was almost beseeching, "Aren't you even going to look at me?"
She hadn't known what to expect but the complete lack of communication on his part was unnerving.
He lifted his head and caught her eyes. They were full of such swirling emotions.
He stood up and came towards her, dwarfing her; she who was tall for a woman.
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Now that his brother was no longer in the room, he seemed to have changed.
No longer the stuttering little brother, but a man in the fullness of his years.
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He entered her personal space like a young tiger on the prowl.
"Why did you follow me Sarah; you know nothing can ever come of it."
Her gaze did not falter even in front of this new confident Sam.
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"I didn't want to lose you again," she stammered, not quite sure how to respond to this unpredictable man.
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Sam felt his blood begin to race; he hadn't been with a woman for a long time,
not since Death had pushed his soul back into him and put up the unstable wall,
but Sarah wasn't just any woman, she was one that he could have imagined spending
the next sixty years of his life with; she was worthy of his respect and he didn't want to hurt her.
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They stood there, one in front of the other until she reached out a hand and gently stroked his cheek.
"Sam, I'm not made of porcelain, I won't break if you touch me."
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As if those were the magic words that flicked the switch, Sam took her roughly into his arms,
going from the calm young man she thought she knew, to the most expert, demanding yet careful of lovers.
Sarah responded with a passion as tempestuous as his, and they finished up on one of the two narrow beds that "graced" the room.
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Sam lifted himself reluctantly from Sarah's flushed body, trying to recall, in the heat of the moment, where Dean kept his cache of condoms.
"Sam," Sarah's voice was husky with desire, "what are you doing?"
His equally hoarse voice panted out the word, "protection."
She pulled him down on to her trembling body and gazed into his eyes.
"No, Sam!" she whispered softly.
"But..."
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"I know this is it for me. I'll probably never see you again after tonight but I may get something to remind me of you Sam
and I want that more than life itself." she whispered.
He understood what she was asking and he wanted to deny her, but it was impossible to quench the passion
that was raging through his body so he assented to Sarah's plea and he exploded in an ecstasy of fulfilment. They both did.
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They made love more than once during that cold winter's night, their passion warming their hearts and bodies.
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They didn't hear Dean as he quietly opened the door, closing it again just as quietly and laying himself down to sleep,
for what was left of the night, in the cold confines of the Impala.
His body was cold but his heart was warm for his brother's night of love.
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When dawn brought a pale sunshine after the tempest of the night before,
Sarah awoke to the best morning of her life.
Ironic, she thought to herself, that with all her riches, the most marvellous night of her life had been passed in
a scabby motel room between dubiously washed sheets on a hard-as-bricks mattress.
But this night was now part of her, and her memories would always bring her back to this moment,
with the only man she wanted and whom she knew she would never have.
However, she consoled herself; perhaps, if the fates so decide, I may still have something of him.
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She slipped quietly from the bed and gathered up her clothing from the floor
where it had been thrown uncaringly during their throes of passion.
She wanted to go before he awoke, for if she didn't she might never leave and she understood that her place was not here, not now.
He and his brother had a mission that she could never be part of...
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When she was ready she savoured one last lingering look at the man she now knew for certain that she loved,
and whom she would carry in her heart forever.
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Once outside, she closed the door quietly behind her, unwanted tears filling her eyes.
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She found her way barred by Dean, complete understanding in his compassionate gaze.
"Good-bye Sarah, Have a good life."
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"You too, Dean." he shook his head sorrowfully at that.
"Watch out for Sam"
"I've been doing that my whole life Sarah, though I haven't always been successful!"
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She turned away and walked out of the motel grounds feeling Dean's melancholy eyes following her
until she turned the corner out of sight.
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Ten months later she stood at the christening font alongside her father and their wealthy guests;
the twin boys held safely in her loving arms.
"Sarah," her father whispered, "why won't you tell me who the father of my grandsons is?"
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"All, you have to know is that he is the best father they could ever hope to have,
even although he may never know them, nor they him," and with that she turned her attention back to the ceremony,
her love flying through the miles to wherever Sam was.
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XXX TBC XXXX