Summary: AU. They're only related by marriage, so is it really wrong? PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.
Sweet Surrender
~Chapter Seven~
Sam's sleep is disturbed by a hand over her mouth. Her eyes shoot open and meet Dean's beautiful green ones. He removes his hand and smiles cheekily at her.
"Hey, gorgeous," he whispers, sadness tinting his eyes as he looks at her, "Um…I've…I've come to say goodbye, Sammy."
Sam's eyes fill with tears and she begins to cry, shaking her head on the pillows.
"No…" She breathes, "Don't leave me…"
"I'm sorry." Dean whispers again, kissing her lips as tears fill his own eyes, "I love you so much, and I'll come back for you…"
"Come on, Dean." Another voice says, Sam looking to the door to see John stood there, "Time to go."
Sam can't process anything before Dean kisses her and presses their foreheads together.
"Love you, baby." Dean says barely audibly, Sam kissing him again and holding him tight.
"Love you too." She replies, watching in tears as the love of her life leaves her behind.
Her bedroom door closes and she panics, hoping and praying this is all a nightmare. She runs to the window to see Dean looking up at her with tears streaming down his face, John grabbing his arm and leading him to the car.
Sam watches the Impala leave and backs away from the window with her hands over her mouth, crying her eyes out as she falls onto her bed, screaming and crying into the pillows as she grieved for the loss of the love of her life. The bedroom light comes on and Mary comes running in, sitting on the bed and placing a soothing hand on Sam's back.
"Sammy…hush, darling."
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Sam screams, pushing Mary away, "I HATE YOU!"
She turns back and cries into her pillows as Mary backs away in shock.
"I hate you…" She breathes again, "How could you?"
"I'm sorry, Sam…" Mary whispers, "I'm sorry."
"No you're not." Sam snarls, "Get out."
Mary turns with tearful eyes and leaves, closing the door behind her. She hears her daughter's sobs of distress and heartbreak blasting through the air and she goes back to her own room, collapsing onto the bed and crying her eyes out over the guilt that overwhelms her.
She's just helped to ruin her daughter's life.
John and Dean drive in silence, Dean trying to hide the fact he's crying from his father.
"It's only for the best, Dean." John tells him.
"Fuck you." Dean growls.
"Dean." John warns.
"No." Dean snaps, "Fuck you."
Dean looks away from his father and breathes a shaky sigh.
"You bastard." He says with venom, "You take the one person I ever loved away from me because you're married to her mom. You stupid fuck."
John just holds his tongue and keeps driving.
"You just ruined our lives in one night you selfish fuck-ups. Both of you, and you can tell your darling wife the same."
Dean wipes his eyes and tries to memorise every inch of the route like his dad taught him to. He was getting Sam back and he was getting her back tonight.
It is five-thirty in the morning, and Sam's sleep is disturbed by a hand over her mouth, just like a few hours previously. Sam's dark brown bloodshot eyes open suddenly and she's met with familiar, warm green ones. She thinks she's dreaming at first but when she raises a hand to the cheek of the person above her she sighs and sobs a little with relief.
"Hey, baby." That familiar voice whispers.
"Dean!" She breathes, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him, "How did you get back?"
"I took the bus. I'm smart enough to learn the route while I'm being kidnapped." Dean whispers again, "Pack your stuff."
"What?" Sam asks, "What are you saying?"
"Come on, pack you things." Dean tells her, "We're running away."
Sam smiles beautifully and kisses Dean's lips.
They move around quietly collecting as many of their possessions as possible, packing them into the Impala and heading in the opposite direction to which John took Dean. Just as they're about to leave, Dean leans over and kisses Sam passionately on the lips, holding her close and feeling her gasp into his mouth.
"We're starting a new life together." Dean tells her, "Just us."
Sam smiles.
"I love you."
"Love you too, Sammy."
Dean starts the car and they drive into the night, leaving their parents behind.
Two hours later, Mary heads into Sam's room to wake her daughter up for school.
"Sammy? Sweetheart, you need to get up."
She pulls back Sam's bed sheets to find her daughter missing. Panicking immediately, she finds her cell phone and calls John. He reveals that Dean is missing too.
Mary knew their plan wouldn't work and now they have to find their children. Their babies need their support, not their prejudice and Mary knows it all too well.
-TBC-
