A/N: In celebration of me catching up on my beta work, y'all get a new chapter! Hoorays! I really wish this poor lil' thing had more readers because I simply adore writing for it, but oh wells. "It's not about being read, it's about being written!" right? Haha, why does it always turn out people least like the works of mine I enjoy most? Grr... BTW, I'm still open for requests if you like. I write for many fandoms and pairings, my GWOE 'verse is still open, and I'm accepting quotes for this one... Anyways... Shoot me a PM if you like my writing and are interested. I suppose you'll wanna get on to your fic now ya? ^^ Enjoy!
"Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think." – Jean De La Bruyere
Sam stands at the foot of his mother's grave on the outskirts of town and takes in a ragged breath, closing his eyes to try and block out the constant sounds of the machinery of the city. The place has grown suffocating with its swells of people, buildings, contraptions, and animals. He feels as though he needs to escape, to leave this place or he just might splinter and break. Today he takes another important step towards his release, today he says goodbye to one of the most influential people in his life, and one he can never really recall meeting.
He is blessedly alone for once- his father to bitter and angry to ever visit the grave marker, and his brother too determined to play strong that he dare not come here in the presence of another. Besides, Dean has memories of her that he likes to cherish in the places and things that she had marked, he sees her in the streets, in the house, in other people. Sam is the only one that sees her here. Here is where he has gotten to know his mother, here is where her memory is trapped for him, and here is where she will set him free from his own cage.
So he kneels by her side, caring not for the dampness that spreads through the fabric on his knees, nor the stains that it will accrue. He tells her of the arrangements he's made, the signs he's waiting for, the preparations yet to come. And the cold stone he speaks to listens and absorbs, free of judgment, but unable to console or advise. For some reason he is always disappointed in this, but he carries on regardless. Sam thinks that he is nearly ready, having given up on his father for now, having made peace with all those who matter, and seeing a change fast coming in Dean. His brother does not think he knows, but Sam sees the way his steps stutter when they approach the watchmaker's shop, has seen the way his eyes drift and hold the gaze of the other boy. He can hear the sharp intake of breath every time their eyes meet, and he can feel the way Dean's whole body tenses up. There is one last thing he must do before he goes, and he thinks talking to his mother will help him understand how.