It had been a week since Sam had last seen his mystery stalker, this was supposed to be the easiest week in while, however it wasn't. Sam had thought that when he stops running into this guy then everything would be back to normal and Sam's life would be back on track. However, this obviously wasn't the case.
Sam wasn't sleeping at night, tossing and turning in his bed. Every time he closed his eyes, those pools of honey haunted his mind, filled with pity and sadness. Guilt followed Sam around like a cloud over his head; he would walk around just looking out for the short man, hoping that he'll pop up like he always does. Nothing. Don't even get him started on his chest. The place where the mystery guy had touched him, the feeling ghosted of his skin 24/7. Every now and again it would twitch with different emotions, hope, guilt, emptiness, loneliness and more that Sam can't even describe. It was like a spell cast on him, killing him from the inside out.
It's been seven days exactly now and Sam feels like crap. He's sat on the couch with Dean watching television; well, Dean is. Sam finds himself drifting out, day dreaming about nothing, starting at one spot not moving a muscle. Sam finds himself doing this a lot nowadays, getting lost in his own thoughts. It was sometimes just blank nothingness and sometimes it was painfully about the mystery man and where he'd gone.
Sam was brought out of his thoughts by a pillow in his face. Annoyed, he turned to see a pissed looking Dean. "What?!" Sam snapped, equally annoyed. They sat glaring at each other for a few seconds, Dean looking him up and down. Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nothing, if you're going to keep day dreaming, let me know so that i don't end up talking to myself again." Sam sighed as Dean turned back to the screen. Now he was bored, damn Dean and his stupid Dr. Sexy MD. Sam thought it was a ridiculous excuse for entertainment, but his brother seemed to be studying it intently.
Shaking his head, Sam stood and stretched, he needed some fresh air and knew Dean wasn't going to move from his television marathon. Eyes still glued to the tv Dean decides to ask, "What's up?" Sam shrugs even though his brother isn't looking. "Nothing, just going out for a walk." Leaving his brother and his screen, Sam walks towards the door to get his coat.
Just as he's shrugging it on, Mary catches him. "And where do you think you're going young man?" Smiling, Sam zips up his jacket. "Just out for a walk." He opens the door and turns to walk out, but is stopped by the hand tugging on his hood. Surprised he turned back round to see his mother with his scarf in her hand. "You're not going out without this, it's freezing." Rolling his eyes he ducks to let her do it up around his neck, he gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before running out.
Once outside Sam shoves his hands in his pockets, he had to admit, his mum was right, it was freezing out here. It was pretty quiet tonight, there wasn't anyone out except a runner or two, since it was late and the sun was setting. Sam liked it. The cool, calmness out here, it was comforting. He decided to go somewhere where he hadn't been for years. Going to the far side of the park, he stopped and looked up to see the hedged fence that surrounded the area. Sam hoped he wasn't too big for this and managed to find the secret hole in the bushes. Only just squeezing through he ends up on the other side and stands up brushing himself off.
The sight before him is awesome. Nothing has changed. It was a field of grass that came up to his knees, wild and untamed with the old twisted tree to his left that was abnormally big. Smiling to himself he takes the scene in, everything glowing golden with the setting sun. As that thought crossed his mind, his chest twitched. Golden… Just like- No. He has to stop these teenage girl thoughts. Sighing at himself Sam makes his way over to the tree.
He stood in front of it, looking it up and down for a minute, studying it to see if it'll take his weight. He was sure it would. He had to jump to reach the branch he needed. Swinging himself a little he got a good grip and pulled himself up. Once he was on the branch, he started up the tree, using the bigger branches to hold himself up. He could feel the warmth of the sunlight coming through the few leaves left on the tree. He finally reached the top where the branches gathered to create a nest-like area in the tree. Sighing contently, he finally settled himself down he could see across the huge field and the horizon where the sun was setting, painting everything in a golden glow.
He watched it set, content and relaxed. The breeze picked up a little making him move his shoulders, making his scarf to cover his face slightly. His hair went in face causing him to temporarily blind. Begrudgedly, Sam took his hands out of pockets to move his brown blindfold. Sam almost jumped out of his skin when, his hands were beaten to it. He frozen it place as the softest fingers brushed his hair to the sides to reveal those deep golden eyes that were so much more intense than their ghosted memory.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Sam's head was spinning as his mystery man was in front of him again. Here and alive. He wanted to ask so many questions, but all that came out was a whisper. "...you?.." He managed to choke out, he could see his breath freeze between them. The other man smiled sweetly, nodding slightly. He moved back so that Sam could sit up properly. The sky had turned to an orange that highlighted the man's features and his dark golden eyes that Sam was glued to.
The man sat next to him and looked out to the sunset, but Sam couldn't pull his attention away from the man. After a minute or so the man looked back at Sam to see he was still watching him. He grinned back at Sam, showing his shining teeth that lit up his face. This is when Sam decided to speak his mind. "Who are you?..." Sam's voice was strong even though his heart was pounding against his chest. Something in the man's expression changed, for a split second Sam could have sworn that he looked sad, but the smile was still there. He sighed and looked out to the sunset again. This was the first time he heard the man talk and man his voice was just- he couldn't describe it. "Tell me Sam. Which would you prefer… To be stuck above it all, alone, not allow down.. or to fall down and join the everyone else even though it would hurt?.." This was the first time he'd spoken in the long time that Sam had 'known' this man, and he comes out with something like that?! What on Earth was going through his mind?! Sam was breathless, staring at him in wonder.
Sam finally came to and edged towards him, sitting on the same branch and tearing his gaze away from the man and to the sunset surrounding them. It was nice, peaceful, the sky was so colourful and rich in colour it was almost like it had been painted. Although, peaceful and beautiful were words he used to described but also he'd use the word 'freezing'! He tried his best not to let his teeth chatter as he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his coat. He could feel the heat radiating off the guy next to him and subconsciously leaned towards him, hoping that he didn't notice.
That's when he admitted his mind was blank, the question had been a huge surprise to him. "Well…" He started to reply hesitantly, seeing his breath freeze in a cloud in front of his face. He could feel the man next to him shift on the branch, waiting for Sam's reply. "It depends where falling is your only option… there must be another, less painful way down…" Sam replied softly, turning the face him again. The man's features were lit up by the setting sun, his eyes shining as if they were made of golden glitter. He turned to face Sam with a small smile that was laced with sadness. Sam's heart started pounding against his chest, he didn't know whether to hug the guy who looked like he was about to burst out in tears or to stay seated.
His smile had faded into a distraught looking face. "But what if there isn't another way?.." His voice cracked a little as he replied in a whisper, Sam almost didn't hear it. Sam unconsciously leant over, inches away from the other's face. He could see the way his eyes glistened with the building up tears. Sam didn't know what to do, emotions weren't his strong point. He said the first thing that came to him in order to help comfort the other man. "There- there's always another way…" He whispered not wanting to break the almost silence, he could hear his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. He hoped the man next to him couldn't hear it too. He let the edges of his mouth curve up into a half smile.
Their eyes connected, Sam stared into those golden globes as they poured into his. Sam thought he was going to pass out from the intense moment, until the connection broke from the other man glancing down at his lips for a split second. Sam's heart beat sped up, 'he wants to kiss me? Again?' Sam was so busy in his own thoughts and worries that he didn't notice him lean in towards Sam slowly closing the gap between them. Sam swore he heard him whisper, "So hopeful…" before their lips connected, bringing warmth to Sam's. The softness was so comforting despite catching him off guard.
Sam gave in letting his eyes flutter shut and kissed back gently, it was warm and sweet and he didn't care where it was wrong. He could hear the branch strain under them as he leant into it, cupping the other man's face feeling his soft skin, radiating that heat that Sam needed. This was the touch that he'd been secretly begging for all this time. He poured his involuntary need into the kiss as his lips moved in an almost desperate motion. He needed this.
