River blinked as she looked around. She was sitting on the bed, a laptop on her lap. She had some sort of word processor up. She blinked, glancing at the words.
She embraced Sam tightly, knowing his grief was great.
"Sam, I'm here still. An ear, a shoulder, an embrace, and anything else you need."
"Winter..." He whispered and kissed her. "...why can't I ever see you when I'm happy?"
"As is my role as a Guardian Angel." Winter whispered. "To be here when you need me, never else."
"I need you, Winter."
River flushed as she continued reading, only stopping when the smoke alarm began to go off. This was followed by yelling as Vera entered the room with a plate of burnt Cookies. She looked different, dressed in a pair of jeans and a turtleneck. What was more, she had both her eyes.
"Well these were supposed to be a peace offering." She stated, tossing a beanbag to shut off the alarm.
"For?" River realized she was in a white nightgown and bunny slippers.
"Not telling you why the apartment was so cheap. It had to mostly be rebuilt after the fire and I didn't think they're be a lingering presence."
"They?"
"The girl who died in the fire. You're awfully distracted." Vera smirked. "More Sam-Winter smut?"
"N-no!" River exclaimed as Vera peeked at her screen.
"Oh-spicy. On the hood of the car. Dean's gonna be pissed."
"Vera!"
Vera laughed and shook her head.
"Am I forgiven?"
"For?" River tilted her head.
"Not telling you about why I got the apartment so cheap."
"Eh?"
"I know you believe in juju, Rach." Vera sighed. "But they rebuilt a lot of the apartment after the fire. No remains."
"Fire..." River glanced around the room and gasped. If she removed the decor, she'd been in the room. "The fire where Jessica Lee Moore died."
"Foul play was suspected but the case went cold. Her boyfriend mysteriously left after it happened, but their friends say he was planning on proposing..."
River stared at the ceiling. There were no burns, but this was the place. But...
"You're forgiven."
Vera laughed and hugged her.
"Good. I have to get ready for my date now."
"Date?"
"Yeah, an older gentleman." Vera grinned. "Not rich or anything. Just nice."
"How old?"
"Oh...enough to cause a stir." She stood up. "I leave you to your smut."
River began to protest as she glanced back at the screen she'd typed. Is that...sex?
Vera exited and River walked around the apartment. It was that first room she'd met Sam in. The one he blamed himself the most for. Her death he'd foreseen and been unable to change.
"Sam..." River whispered, picking up a paperback-the paperback she'd used to channel the scene. "Where are you?"