A/N: I hate that this one is so short, but given the brevity of elapsed time from when Sam walks out of the room with Dean until we hear the gun shot, it has to be. God, this episode was so sad...poor Sam.
Can you believe we're through the first five? This one is running away from me...
To stephaniew - thanks for the smiles, love, friendship and betaing. You're truly amazing!
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Chapter 5: Madison
She watches as Sam walks back into her living room, gun in hand. She sees the tremble in his fingers and the tears that wash over his face. He looks lost, scared even. She wants to comfort him, longs to take the pain away.
So she moves forward. Advancing quickly, she stretches up on tiptoe and pulls his mouth down to hers. She kisses him roughly, her tongue tangling with his as she strokes the back of his neck.
What starts as an effort to comfort him soothes her. She finds her heartbeat slowing and feels less afraid. She knows she's doing the right thing. That asking him to save her is for the best. She's sure of it in the way she's sure the sky is blue.
The need for air devours her. She gasps when they come apart and dives right back in for another deep kiss. Pulling away, she sighs and stares into the blue-green depths of his eyes. She forces a smile. She does it because she knows he needs every last bit of strength he can muster. "Just make it quick," she says quietly. "Okay, Sam?"
The pop barely registers. She feels the sting and feels her body falling. Strong arms catch her. They hold her as she sinks to the floor. His lips press against her forehead. The last sound she hears as her world goes dark is the muffled, "I'm sorry," that falls from the lips of the gentle giant. "I'm so sorry..."
Next up: Bela