This Chapter contains mentions of Adult Content
It never would have worked out back home.
She realized this as she lay in bed with him, both naked on the sheets; him asleep next to her, and her awake in his arms. He looked so much like him. Every freckle the same, every hair, every spot, every scar.
She stroked his face. He groaned softly, and shifted into her hand, but stayed asleep. He always was a heavy sleeper, and she was glad nothing had changed. Their night had been eventful, and the room reeked of sex.
Sam and Dean would no doubt have tracked her down, but she didn't care. He didn't wake when she kissed him on the cheek and gathered her clothes, preparing for a shower to wash off his smell.
When she had washed, he was awake, though he did not look at her. She sat down next to him, and asked what was wrong to which he replied, "I broke a promise."
She didn't answer, and instead stayed silent, wary when she touched him. She suggested leaving, putting it behind them and never see each other again.
"I don't even know you, but" he paused to looked at her, "Why do I feel so comfortable with you?"
She didn't answer, but if he knew. If only he knew, she thought, then…Then what?
She shook her head and smiled, "Maybe we were lovers in a past life."
He scoffed and grinned.
He dropped her off at a small restaurant and left. Though they didn't speak to each other, they didn't hold any shame. Rather they enjoyed the silence in the strange ways couples can.
That was the last time she saw him before Lucifer came.