The room was lit by an elderly lamp with a tan and brown deer-themed lampshade. A mattress was on the worn, but swept and scrubbed wooden floor. A small bin of Amelia's clothing was open next to a few other bins that were sealed up.
Amelia clicked the lamp on, and they both stood silently for a few moments.
"I don't… know if this is the time for this." Jimmy confessed, his voice still resonating with Castiel's depth. He held his wife's hand tighter, and rubbed his thumb across her calloused skin.
She knelt on the mattress, then reached up and grabbed his hips pulling him down partially on top of her. They sat for a few moments without moving.
Her weary eyes looked at him, and she let out a long sigh. "I know. It's pathetic. First time we have a chance—and we're both too worn out to do anything." Releasing her hold on his hip, she crawled further onto the twin size mattress and nodded him over.
Jimmy crawled over her legs, and propped himself against the wall. She rolled onto her stomach and snuggled in against his chest. She slipped her hands under his shirt, and wrapped them around behind him until they tucked into the back of his jeans.
"Please. Don't do that to me again." She asked into his shirt, and he felt her nuzzle her nose into his chest.
Warmth darted through his body, and he cleared his throat, trying to remove Castiel's deep growl. "I was stupid. I thought I would be important. I thought I would be special. I thought I was doing the right thing, and I was punished for it—I'm still being punished for it."
"Jimmy?" Her throat was pressed against his chest, and he could feel it vibrate as she spoke, he looked down to see her head craned up to meet his eyes.
"Yeah?"
She smiled and pushed herself upwards, pressing her lips to his. After a soft kiss, she pulled back, and he leaned forward to try to keep her there. Perhaps I am not too tired. Her lips parted into a smile, "Just checking."
The teasing brought his mouth to hers again, and he felt something desperate in how she pressed to him. As if she expects me to vanish out from beneath her. When his hands found her shoulders, he returned the desperation, and held tight to her.
They parted again, and Amelia returned to her position on his stomach, too far away for him to kiss again. She was staring at the wall, and Jimmy looked down at her hair. "How was Claire? Did she… have friends?"
Amelia chuckled, "She was quiet. Even before you left. When you came back… and left again, it just got more noticeable. We moved a lot after that, trying to make sure no one knew who we were, that no demons or angels would be able to recognize us. We did the hair-dye, the name-change, the new neighborhood, all the clichés… and things were quiet for a while. When the angels fell… and of course, basically everything ended. She couldn't function, I couldn't hide her from nosy neighbors. We sold everything again, we moved, and moved, and moved…and here we are." She rubbed her fingers along the small of his back. Her breathing got deeper after a few moments.
Relaxing or sleeping?
He shifted slightly, and she moaned as one did when disturbed from slumber. He gently pulled her to his right and set her on the bed. Curling in close, he closed his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her.