Cedar Rapids, Iowa
April 1st, 2006
The sun was beginning to set in the horizon when Sam found Aurora seated on the trunk of her Mustang, gazing out into the open all by her lonesome. He'd stepped out for air and thought he'd maybe go for a beer and a burger at a nearby diner they'd passed on the way over to the motel. He paused after shutting the door, gaze glued to her back.
Rory could feel his stare and painted on a soft smirk as she stared out at nothing in particular. The road had been lonely and open all day, not many cars had passed by. It gave her a moment to appreciate the quiet and process all that had happened. Dean had retired somewhere she was unsure of, given the Impala was missing when she'd stepped out to tend to her tires, and to her surprise, they had been when she went to do it.
She knew Dean had been responsible, and couldn't help but allow herself to feel for him even more.
"Staring at a woman is rude Sammy.." She chose to speak then, her smirk spreading into a soft grin the moment Sam had strolled into view. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie for comfort she assumed, knowing it was something he did out of habit ever since he was a boy.
"You okay?" He asked. Rory's lip twitched up.
"Yeah." She breathed, sitting forward to rest her elbows on her knees as Sam watched her with careful eyes.
"You and Dean have a fight?" He asked, noting when Dean had come back to their room looking all but Dean-like. He looked somber and unreadable. Two things that Dean didn't do unless something was wrong or bothering him.
Rory sighed and shook her head.
"I don't know. He says no but...you know how that goes with Dean." She answered honestly, not sure where she and the older Winchester stood exactly. She was glad to have said what she needed to say though, and wouldn't apologize for it.
"Yeah. I do." Sam chuckled, moving to lean against the trunk, throwing his eyes on the scene across the street. It was filled with greenery, old and dried up. He then thought of all the things Aurora had told him about her abilities. He found himself asking the question of whether or not she could really do what she said she could.
"...Can you really do the things you said you can? The healing I mean?" He managed to ask, fighting against his right mind which told him it was a bad idea to ask.
Rory continued to breathe easy. After having spoken with Dean, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't feeling better over the subject, especially since she knew she'd still have them if worse comes to worse. She believed them when they said they wouldn't judge her.
Paying a glance to Sam, she nodded once.
"Yeah I can. It still sounds crazy when I say it out loud." She chuckled lightly.
"Believe me, I know the feeling. When Jenny answered the door and I saw that she was an actual person...I wanted to freak out so bad." Sam admit, letting Rory in. She listened intently as he spoke, noting the emotion in his tone.
The silence between them was sweet.
"You handled it well y'know. Probably a lot better than I would've." She told him earning a smirk from the young man.
"I doubt that, but thanks. I mean it. For being there."
"Any day, anytime Sammy. You can always count on me, you know that." She expressed, nudging her shoulder with his.
"Same goes for you." He spilled, turning his gaze onto her.
"You know you can come to me whenever. If you wanna talk or just...have someone listen. I'm there." He let her know with a thoughtful gaze to which Rory couldn't ignore. She reached a hand over to one of his that sat in his lap, and squeezed gently.
"I know." She smiled genuinely for him before checking her watch for the time that read 6:39PM and turned her gaze back onto the scene in front of them.
She looked on as a comfortable silence fell over them, forcing her eyes to see past the first layer of dead trees deeper into the large tract of land covered with trees and underbrush.
"Wanna take a walk somewhere?" She asked, keeping her eyes glued to the greenery. Sam looked down at her, and nodded without thought.
A walk would be nice, he thought.
"Sure. Been a while since I've taken one of those." He spoke lightly, sliding off the trunk and helping her down. She thanked him quietly and led the way across the road towards the woodland.
Sam had never seen anything like it, nothing ever quite this amazing before in his life, and he'd seen many things. Impossible things.
But this had to take the cake. This was, Godly.
He snapped his gaze onto hers as she sat in a crouched position with both hands slightly dug under the dirt and soil of the earth where she could feel the roots of the dying tree at her fingertips, emitted a pale pink energy. He'd witnessed the whole thing go down, and the way she'd become one with it all was incredibly fascinating to watch.
She'd taken a deep breath and asked him to stay silent, and as she exhaled her eyes fluttered shut and she felt a calm begin to permeate throughout her arms causing her fall into a dreamy state, the calm energy surged gently through her limbs at a slow rate just as it always did. She'd gotten better at it over time, and with practice she was able to stay conscious throughout the entire process. It had been a pain in the ass whenever she passed out or keeled over due to drainage of energy the first few times she tried it back home, but with time, she found she was improving.
Sam scoffed in disbelief, the grin on his lips wide and toothy as he darted his gaze back and forth between Rory and the rejuvenating tree. He witnessed the pinkish glow slowly work its way up the trunk, and then the bark, and swiftly wrap itself around it's branches before it dyed it's leaves in a rich green.
Life. Rory had given the dying tree it's life back. Right in front of his eyes.
Rory winced, her brows twitching as the energy flowing out of her began to pull a little too much.
Sam caught the look of discomfort on her face and frowned.
"Rore?" He called unto deaf ears.
"Rory." She ripped her hands out of the ground. Her gray-blue hues flashing a bright pink before she blinked it away. Her chest heaved as seh fought to catch her breath, falling backwards ready to have her back hit the ground, but before she could Sam came to her side cradling her into him. She payed him a grateful look with a tired smirk before picking herself back up slowly.
"Thanks, sorry." She breathed, running her hands through her waves as they obscured her vision.
"It's okay it's-are you alright?!" Sam worried aloud, not sure what had just happened, but wanting to get down to the bottom of it.
"I'm good. I'm good." He watched as Rory dusted herself off while they stood. She seemed a little pale in the face and he'd noticed that the natural gold shimmer her hair usually held had faded somewhat. He wondered if it had anything to do with whatever energy she was releasing and frowned at the thought.
"You're pale, are you sure?" He asked, cautious of her well-being, knowing his older brother would kill him if he didn't make sure she was okay.
"Yeah, just one of the side effects." She delivered a painful smirk, panting as she spoke.
"One of?" He questioned, confused.
"Uh, another one is pins and needles, feels like both of my arms fell asleep, and the pins and needles feeling is pretty intense." She admit, groaning as she shook her arms and rolled her shoulders as the prickly feeling slowly faded away. She'd grown accustomed to it, but that didn't mean it was any more easier.
Sam continued to stare at her in worry. Rory smirked when she caught his gaze.
"Y'know, any normal person would probably be running for the hills right now, or kissing my feet." She spoke, regulating her breathing once the pain wore off.
Sam scoffed in mild disbelief. Even in the midst of all that was happening with her, she was still the same Rory he'd grown to know and love.
"Lucky for us, I'm not normal." He smiled.
"C'mon. Some water would do me some good right about now." Rory spoke as she again led the way out of the forest, leaving the green behind them. Sam looked over his shoulder one more time, never wanting to forget what he'd seen.
"Any idea where Dean went?" Rory asked in curiosity and slight worry.
"My guess is he's out getting drunk." Sam replied, handing her a cold glass of water from the tap.
"Mine is he's out getting laid." Rory rolled her eyes, disgust running cold through her veins at the very thought of Dean laying with another woman.
It wasn't like it was unlike him to do something so poor in behavior.
"Hey what gives with you two anyway? I don't think we really actually spoke about it." Sam tossed out into the open, not caring how personal the question was. He was tired of tiptoeing around the two, and he hated not knowing who'd been responsible, though his most educated guess was his brother, but he wanted to be certain that when it was time to talk some sense into the culprit, it was the right one.
Rory smirked plainly for him, sipping from the rim of her glass, appreciating when the water washed away the burn in her chest.
"You sure that's a story you wanna hear right now?"
"Maybe not every detail." Sam grimaced, hoping she'd leave out any explicit detail.
I don't ever need to hear that. He thought.
"Well let's see, how can I simplify this?" She leaned back in her seat, getting comfortable for what she knew was about to be a tedious conversation.
"We were out in Cambridge, Ohio staying in a bed and breakfast just until morning. Aaaaaand he took off in the middle of the night." Sam listened intently, catching the guarded look in her eye.
"Not a word, not a sound. Not a warning, just...poof. I called him countless times, like the crazy girlfriend I never wanted to be, I texted, I even hounded John for
answers...answers I knew he had about Deans whereabouts, but I think Dean made him promise not to tell where he was..." She trailed off, the pain from those days without Dean fighting to be existent again.
She shook it off.
Sam could feel the sadness trying to break free from her, and felt himself sadden over the fact. He couldn't imagine how worried she must've been. And to be left without even a clue...
"That's terrible." He thought aloud.
Rory folded her lips in in deep thought as the silence blanketed the room. She could feel the wound reopening, and began to fear that it would hurt even more this time. She looked down at her tummy, thin and flat as it rested just underneath the cotton material of her white v-neck shirt.
Jo was right, it was gonna kill her if she didn't talk about it.
"...Can you still keep a secret?" The corner of her mouth twitched when Sam nodded yes. She took in a breath, ready to let him in. She had to, or the guilt would drown her.
"I uh...it hurt. It still hurts...A lot. More than I think he'll ever know." She expressed with a pained look.
"I'm sorry Rory–" She held up a hand to stop him, and he did, closing his lips into a thin line while he waited in anticipation. Slowly, Rory brought her hand back to her lap, while gripping her glass of half empty water in the other.
"That's not the secret." She said, voice low.
Tell him Aurora. It's either you tell him, or you tell Dean. She thought, weighing her options. Of course Dean deserved to know. It was his right, but she knew if she wanted to keep the group together, and look after them like she promised their mother, she'd have to hold back from telling him just a little longer.
When we find John, she promised, taking in a deep breath.
Didn't make the guilt and pain hurt any less...
She swallowed down the urge to keep quiet and fixed her lips to speak.
"Noah Robert Winchester..." She spoke clearly, with so much weight resting on her chest over her heart. The pressure squeezed so hard she was sure the major organ would pop in her chest.
Still, she managed to breathe through it.
Sam frowned, the lines in his forehead deepening as he registered her words with confusion.
"Who's that?" He questioned. The silence was no longer comfortable in the room, but thick and tense.
Rory flicked her gaze onto him, meeting his confused gaze.
"The name of your nibling." She spoke calmly, trying her best to hold onto her resolve. The only other person she'd ever told was Jo, and that was hard enough, talking about it out loud. Now with Sam, she wasn't sure how strong she could be.
Think of it as practice for the real thing, she thought, though she couldn't imagine what telling Dean would be like.
"...I was pregnant. Back in April, when Dean left...about two months along." She revealed, voice wavering somewhat. She cleared her throat, shaking it off.
Stay strong. You didn't get this far just to break down now.
Her leg began to hop as the silence threatened to choke them.
Sam gawked, the shock paralyzing him almost completely.
Aurora had been pregnant, with Dean's child. He had a nephew. The excitement began to spread throughout his green hues until the realization of her words hit him like a ton of bricks.
She said was, he thought as his lips melted into a deep frown. His gaze downcast to her tummy, noticing its flatness. If she was pregnant back in April, that'd mean she would've already had the baby sometime last year.
"When I started calling John...looking for him-..sorry." Rory was done for. The tears had already spilled over, too hard to hold in. The emotion was too heavy to carry.
"I was calling so that I could tell him I-...I was in the hospital.." Her voice grew thick and cracked with hurt. She could barely talk as the tears slipped down.
Sam's heart tightened in his chest. His jaw slacked, the grim expression settling hopelessly on his face. He could feel the tears burn his eyes at the sight of his best friend in so much pain.
"What happened?" He managed to ask, mourning the loss of his family. He'd never gotten the chance to until then, having not known all this time.
Rory cried, a chagrined expression painted on her face.
"I was on a hunt..." She sniffed wiping furiously at the traitor tears and clearing her throat to better speak.
"In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Read about a potential haunting that had been going on in that famous Scarehouse place.." She continued. Sam listened intently, unable to wield his sadness towards the situation.
"There was a ghost there, possessing the employees that were dressed up as haunt characters and killing guests. His name was Jim Morrison, and he was one pissed off spirit. He showed up when I went to salt and burn his bones at the cemetery, told me 'No one ever cared.'" She kept going, determined to finish the story.
"Then he threw me against a tree. So hard it-...I popped my shoulder right outta socket.." Sam tensed in his seat, watching as Rory went over things in her head. She paused for a moment, the memory of the pain from that night feeling way too fresh as she brought it up again. She exhaled shakily.
You should've never went on that hunt-
"I fought my way back to his grave, I never gave up.." She looked up at Sam, meeting his bleak expression. She shook her head as the tears fell freely.
"Eventually I torched the sucker...but I took quite a beating." She sniffed as the emory replayed itself over and over again in her head.
"I tried to drive myself to the hospital, because I knew something was wrong I could-I could feel it." She grimaced in pain, her hand absently going to rest on her stomach.
"I was only a few minutes away, five at the most. And then this pain-...it was so bad I had to take my attention off the road, and uh..." Like a waterfall they started again, streaming down her cheeks. Sam popped up from his seat to stoop near her, taking her hand in his for comfort.
"The pain was so intense that my hand, jerked the wheel. I was speeding, maybe going forty five...I spun over...and when I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. They said it was the lack of oxygen that killed Noah, said he suffered too much trauma. I almost didn't make it."
"Rore.." Sam squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
"...When?" He asked, noticing she hadn't mentioned any date.
"It happened in July, I was five months along..." She blinked hard, the lone tear slipped passed her lids and raced down her damp cheeks.
"I-...I planned to find out the baby's sex after I finished the hunt. Had an appointment and everything." She cleared her throat, the bitter feeling returning in her gut. It had been a while since she'd felt it stirring within, and she welcomed it with hatred.
"Why did you do it alone?"
"Because I had no choice Sam. Dean was gone. John was...I couldn't tell dad, I couldn't call you-"
"Of course you could've called me, you can always call me!" Sam exclaimed, pushing up into a standing position above her. She shook her head and soon followed his movement, standing from her seat as well.
"If I'd called, would you have answered?" She challenged, looking him dead in the eyes, witnessing the frown on his lips.
"Besides it would've taken you away from you new life. I couldn't be the reason for that Sam. I had to do it alone." She spoke, turning to reach for her glass so she could chug the rest of the liquid down. She welcomed the aid it gave her throat and slowly walked over to the kitchenette to place the glass in the sink.
The silence was deafening.
"Dean still doesn't know?" He asked, though it sounded like more of a statement. Sam wanted nothing more than to march over to Dean wherever the hell he was and slap some sense into him for ever taking off on her. Had he known what was going on he would've-
I would've never left for college. He thought.
Rory paused and sighed, resting both hands on the rim of the sink as she leaned against it, bowing her head, trying to fight off her inner demons.
"...not yet." She uttered earning a look of disbelief from Sam.
"Rory..." He stopped himself the moment she spun to look at him. His lips closed tight, and the breath passed through his nose causing his chest to deflate. Empathy flooded his entire body when he read the expression on her face.
She threw him a meaningful look from across the room, begging with her gray-blues
"...Not yet Sam." She whispered.
Sam clenched his jaw. What she was asking him to do was too much. This was too big of a secret to hold onto. This was gonna hurt someone.
But it wasn't his call to make. She'd trusted in him enough to spill her biggest one yet and he had to respect that, no matter how much he didn't want to.
He took in a deep breath and gave a curt nod.
"Okay."
"Promise me." She spoke, moving slowly to close the gap between them. Sam bit his tongue, but nodded even still, fighting against his urge to run out the door and find Dean and tell him.
"...I promise." He forced out with a breath.
Rory visibly relaxed, dropping her shoulders as she stood a foot away from him. She ran a hand through her wavy tresses.
You did it, good job, One down, three more to go. She thought referring to Dean, Bobby, and John.
"I won't tell him. As long as you promise that you will, before things get worse." Sam added, causing Rory's gaze to flash back up at him. He watched her, unwavering and strong in his decision.
She knew she had to compromise. It was fair, and the right thing to do.
"I promise...I know it was his child too." She nodded.
I'll tell him.
Sam reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, hugging her into his chest and resting his cheek on the crown of her head. She took a moment to process what was happening and tensed, but soon her shoulders relaxed and slowly she went to wrap her arms around his large frame, holding him close and squeezing her eyes tight as she accepted his support.
She was already beginning to feel some of the weight slip off her back. She hugged tighter, happy to have Sam Winchester in her life.
Some days she didn't know what she'd do without him.
Calmly they peeled away from one another, clearing their throats with a few giggles at the awkwardness.
"Wanna grab a drink or something? I need to dull out this ache somehow.." She chuckled nervously scratching the top of her skull while Sam continued to look at her with those puppy dog eyes of his.
She couldn't stand it, but knew he couldn't help himself.
"Yeah, sure." He led the way out, holding the door open for her to pass through watching her back as she walked by, his sadness ruling him entirely. He knew he had to mask it though. He needed to be strong for her. The reason Rory must've told him at all was because it was probably killing her to carry that kind of news around all alone. She needed someone to help her handle it, someone to help her be strong.
He needed to be that person for her.
They walked side by side to the car, both on either side of the car, but neither making a move to enter right away. Rory pulled out her keys and played with them in her hands for a moment, nodding to herself.
Sam smirked, happy to give her the credit she deserved. She'd been through hell and back, alone, and she was still standing. He smirked, knowing that whatever being she and Dean would've brought into the world, would've turned out to be an exceptional one.
He couldn't be prouder to be their uncle.
"...So you had a boy?" He spoke after a few moments of watching her idle. She flashed her gaze over to him, and felt the calm slowly return to her state. She knew she'd made the right choice in telling Sam. Sure she'd reopened her wounds, and they hurt like hell inside, but she didn't regret it this time. Talking about it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. He didn't hate her, didn't resent her, didn't blame her...instead he stood there with her, with a smile on his face, for her.
He wouldn't tear her down. He would help her through it.
"Yeah..." She said back, wanting nothing more than to smile through the pain. She did, but it was forced.
"Noah Robert Winchester?" Sam's display of affection grew wider with excitement.
"I wanted something biblical, and I went with Robert after-"
"Bobby." He finished earning an upward twitch at the corner of her lips.
The image of him laying in the nurses arms after the stillbirth was cold against her heart, but she'd never forget that beautiful baby boy. No matter what. That was her child, and she'd love him forever.
"He was beautiful." She grinned teary-eyed, but held them in.
"I know." He said before moving to open the passenger door.
"..C'mon, you deserve a drink."
Rory smiled, loving the fact that things could still be normal between them. She would've hated it if she ruined it with her confession.
"I like the way you think Sammy." She grinned, pulling open her own door to get in after him.
"Well well well look who decided to come outta hiding. Barkeep! Lemme get a round for my family!" The moment Sam and Rory entered the nearby pub, Dean had noticed. He'd noticed everyone who walked in.
By the looks of the place, it was where most of the towns life had lived. Filled with plenty of middle aged men with girl problems and women who slaved over tables. It was relatively clean, cleaner than most of the pubs they'd been to.
Rory found his voice, over by the bar, on one of the stools closest to the center. She wasn't surprised, Dean loved the attention, and it was clear to her that he'd had a few drinks.
She was trying to be on his level.
"Hey Winchester! Can I be part of your family?!" A drunken man with slurred speech over to Dean's left asked. He was barely hanging onto his stool, and his body was begging to meet with the ground below. Sam scoffed at the man.
"Sorry Roger, not possible!" He answered with a slight slur.
Roger looked as if his entire world had crashed down around him once he'd gotten rejected. Rory had to laugh, and already she could feel her spirits lift.
She led the way to the nearest booth over by the back of house, and Sam followed her. Dean took their lack of communication as an invitation in his intoxicated state, knowing how much Rory hated sitting at the bar. She loved her privacy.
"Couldn't let poor Roger in?" Rory joked as he slid into the booth next to her, resting his arm around the back of the booth just behind her head.
"He totally lacks the credentials." He spoke, earning a chuckle from her.
"What brings you two over here?" He asked relaxing in his seat.
"Not much just needed a change of scenery." Sam answered, picking up a short one sided menu that lay flat on the table. He was in the mood for a sandwich, but also wanted to do something nice.
He smirked reading over the desert menu. Rory waved over a waitress. She was pretty, and maybe around the same age as her. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders, curled at the ends and rich in texture. She almost envied it, and remembered the days when her hair was rich in color.
She could be on one of those pantene commercials, she thought to herself before looking down to the name tag.
"Hey Laura. Could I get a cheeseburger, extra onions and extra pickles and mayo please, and whatever's good on tap." She grinned as Laura took her order down on her notepad.
"Make that two cheeseburgers, but on mine, extra everything." Dean grinned boyishly at the waitress who rolled her eyes.
"Another one Dean?" She asked with playful eyes. Sam snorted under his breath, putting down the menu.
"I'll uh, take a BLT thanks. And whatever they're having to drink." He ordered with kind eyes.
"Be right back with your orders." Laura announced before walking off. Sam nodded and exhaled with a smile, eyes dancing around the pub as he waited patiently until they landed on Rory who winked at him, earning a wide grin in return as he made to slide out of the booth.
"I'll uh, be right back. Gotta take a leak." He told them.
"Say no more." Dean saluted, groaning as he leaned back in his seat when it was just he and Rory.
She tried to remain as calm as possible in his presence, though it wasn't proving to be too difficult now that she was feeling a bit lighter. She turned to Dean.
"Hey thanks for taking care of my tires." She nudged him with her elbow, a smile rested on her lips.
Dean zoned in on them, wanting nothing more than to capture them with his own, but decided against it.
Last thing you need is a nut punch, he thought.
"Anytime Angel." There was a brightness that had returned to her eyes, one that he had picked up on once he took a moment to look at her carefully. He smirked at her alluring beauty, tracing every inch of her face.
"Would you stop that?" Rory smacked him after a moment.
"Stop what?!" Dean cackled as he blocked her hand.
"Staring! It's creepy!" She grinned unable to keep a straight face.
"Well I can't help it!...You're beautiful." He admit, voice honest and true. Rory felt her heart melt and swell in her chest, and folded her lips in while keeping her gaze straight ahead, sure not to let it fall on Dean.
Though she was sure the blood had rushed up and settled under her cheeks.
"You're drunk." She chuckled shaking her head, wishing Sam would come back already. She let her gaze litter around the bar, finding him standing by the bar with none other than their waitress, Laura, exchanging words in a conversation. She squinted in curiosity, wondering what the hell they could be talking about when it dawned on her.
Way to go Sammy. She raved mentally witnessing Laura pull out her notepad from her hip.
"No amount of liquor can match my tolerance Angel. Not drunk. Just honest." He countered, pulling Rory's attention away from Sam.
"We'll see." She winked, turning her eyes onto Sam when he reappeared at their table and slid into his rightful spot.
"Getting the waitresses number? Well I don't know what's more hilarious, that, or the fact that Dean thinks he's God."
"Can it Singer." Dean rolled his eyes playfully.
"I-I was just-"
"It's cool Sam, do your thing. Nobody's judging." She spoke lightly.
"Oh shut up." He smirked. His mind instantly traveled to Jess causing his smile to fade, but he was quick to catch himself.
Today wasn't a day for sadness. If Rory wasn't going to let it take her, then he wouldn't either.
Jess would be proud of him.
"Here we go!" Laura seemed to appear out of thin air, with arms filled with a tray of drinks and the other with a beloved double chocolate fudge brownie with a single candle stuffed in the center.
Her heart softened the moment it was placed down in front of her on the table. Laura reached over to light it with her lighter.
"Sam you sly dog." She broke out into a wide grin.
"Hey now, I'm the one who told him to get you over here." Dean cut in, earning a look from Sam.
"Thanks Dean. It was both of our idea." He spoke as Laura placed their beers down in front of them.
Rory could've cried right then and there, but she figured she'd done enough of that for the day.
"You had a birthday without us this year, so we just wanted to make sure we celebrated it while we have you here now." Sam continued whilst Dean painted on a soft gaze.
"It's tradition." He added.
Rory stared at the tiny flame, the smile set on her lips. She was elated, over the moon at the fact that they hadn't forgotten. Sure they'd sent a couple of texts and left voicemails for her since she hadn't answered their calls due to everything she was trying to overcome within herself at that time, but it wasn't the same.
Nothing beat having them with her. It was tradition.
Every year, they watched her blow out a candle on something chocolate, that being her favorite type of desert.
"I don't know what to say.." She admit.
Her birthday was weeks ago, and being honest, twenty-five felt no different than twenty-four, but Bobby had done the best he could to make her feel as special as ever, and she did.
He'd surprised her with a brand new butterfly knife, and a pair of new combat boots he'd said Jo had helped him pick up at the local store in town.
"Make a wish." Dean spoke as their eyes met.
Rory took a deep breath. There were a million things she could've wished for, but only one thing seemed to stand out more than others.
...I wish John would come back to these boys, she thought before quickly blowing out her candle.
Laura cheered while the boys clapped with happiness, happy to have the luxury of spending yet another birthday with the best and only special lady in their lives.
"Happy Birthday, Angel." Dean wished, placing a gentle peck on her temple. Sam then followed through with a peck on the cheek.
This was definitely enough to help her get by. Having them near, with her...
"I love you guys."
...It was all she needed.
Soundtrack:
1. "Yellow Light" - Of Monsters and Men