His ears pricked up at the words. Her voice was sarcastic, a little rude as well. She dropped her feet to the floor and sat up. Her bottom jaw moved in annoyance. "It wasn't easy, you know; being assigned to you. No one gets a Cupid to themselves, especially not before they turn fifteen. We don't mess with anyone before they turn fifteen, anyone." She repeated, stressing the word. "But you got to have me all to your little lonesome." Those words chilled Sam in a strange way and the feelings returned. He'd like to have her to himself and he'd… gahh! Stop it, Sammy. He began to pace the room to return feeling to his left foot and to control his ever-growing anxiety.
Coop stared at the man strolling back and forth, reaching the end of the room in ten strides and turning to complete another lap. "Couldn't do anything but give you opportunities after that."
He stopped moving and turned to the girl, speaking almost silently. "What?"
"We gave you Jess."
Jess. Oh, how he missed Jess. Tears pushed at his eyes and he swallowed fond memories; and terrible memories. Terrible, Terrible memories of hellfire and screams.
"Yeah. She was yours, you were hers. Stunning pair actually, all the angels were jealous that I got to help you two meet." The cupid strode forward, stopping when her face nearly touched Sam's. His eyes dropped to her lips, finding them more appealing than Jess'. That thought nearly killed him.
"Then your brother got involved. And pretty little Jessica suffered."
Sam spat back at her, venom words spilling from his tongue. "Don't you dare talk about her like that. Demons did that to her, not Dean."
Coop spun around and paced for a moment, putting space between the two with an all-knowing chuckle, before twirling back around and sighing. "Yes. Demons, right. Well, we gave you those as well. Amy Pond? A kitsune, right? Dead." She stated simply. "And Meg, we thought that maybe we could try to fix that twister of a love life. Dead." Sam glared at the girl. 'She's stunning when she's pissed. Oh, God. The things I could do…' Sam tried to shake it off and stay focused.
"Who else? Madison. Turned into a werewolf, I'm positive you shot her yourself, Sammy. Dead. Well there were the normal girls; Sarah Blake, ghost hunting mission at auction house. Dead. Cara Roberts, doctor when you were hunting a siren. Dead." She rattled off a list of names, her list growing longer and words flittered in Sam's eyes. "Amelia Richardson, we all hoped you would have a life with her but…" She looked at Sam with disgust before continuing. "You chose your brother. Of course you did. The Winchesters. A brand of rifle, a brand of whiskey, a branded family. You had a life with her; she was the next best soulmate for you. And you threw it away."
Sam looked the cherub in the eyes, hers with pity and his with despair. The moment was destroyed when she chuckled. A loud cackle with a hidden meaning 'I can't believe you did that. Ruined everything, you stupid, stupid human.'
"Dear God, we even gave you Ruby."
