Title: Six Months
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Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Last chapter! Hope you enjoyed!
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The seventh month comes and goes and you wonder what happened.
It's not truly caring too much, because, hey you're alive and that's what really matters.
It's hugging Hope and Cassie and telling them - with a smile - that you want that present back to give it to Sara yourself.
It's hugging Dean and you feel a tear fall from his cheek but you don't comment on it.
It's calling your old work place and asking for your job back. Pretty please? With sugar on top?
The seventh month is calling Jo and Ellen and Bobby and all the other hunters – except Gordon because maybe it's better if he thinks you're dead – and you announce the news. I'm alive.
The seventh month is talking to Sara and wondering aloud. I just don't get it though: how'd I live.
And it's suddenly knowing: she knows how you're alive.
The seventh month is researching to find out how Sara saved you.
It's her not having to give up her own life.
It's her not murdering someone else. Sorta.
The seventh month is Sara explaining because you can't take it any more. A book came into the auction house. A spell book. I got curious and I wanted to save you so bad… I read the stupid thing while I was staying at my father's – when I was mad at you. And you knew you should have tried harder to get her to come home. It said that to kill a crossroad demon, you have to sacrifice someone. You're still lost and she knows it, so she continues: I got pregnant when I came back. I sacrificed the baby to save you, Sam.
The seventh month is running out of the house and away from the house and just running, because you're wife couldn't have. She couldn't have killed your child. She just… no.
It's all making sense as you run until you're legs give out. She wanted to save you. She found a way. The baby was there. There would be more children.
The seventh month is coming back home. You're mad but still, she killed her own child. It has to kill her inside, too.
The seventh month is comforting each other over the lost child.
It's looking at Sara in a different light from now on. Not a bad one; just a different one.
The seventh month is having her promise to never do something like that again.
It's her agreeing.
The last day of the seventh month is her finally admitting something that makes you breakdown and cry. Sam, there was twins. We still have one baby.