Notes at the end...
Song for this chapter is Say Something by A Great Big World with Christina Aguilera
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural
I woke up early in the morning, the sun had yet to make an appearance as Sam still had his arm tightly around my waist, but instead of being face first into his chest I had some how managed to flip in the middle of the night.
I fought the urge to snuggle up against him once more, but the need to relieve myself was even more pressing. I went to move away but his arm wrapped around me tighter, a slight frown forming on his face. I didn't know how to get away from the giant moose so I lightly flicked his forehead. He released me almost immediatly and grumbled something, but I could tell he was still half asleep.
"Did you just flick me," he asked groggily. I suppressed a laugh and replied as quietly as possible.
"No, now go back to sleep." He seemed to accept the answer for soon his breathing evened out again and he rolled over with a groan. I pulled the covers around his shoulders and ruffled his hair a little before I went to the bathroom and grabbed some exercise clothes on the way in. After I had dressed and brushed my hair and teeth I went back into the room and found Sam still fast asleep.
I left a note with my number just in case at the side table and slipped on my tennis shoes, deciding to go for a run. Maybe I could pick up some breakfast on the way back. The sun had just started to rise up behind the trees as I made my way down the road. I started my music and Immediatly recognised the song as The Antidote by St. Vincent, for some reason the song gets my blood pumping so I sprinted faster down the road.
I finally slowed down in a park after about twenty minutes. I sat on a bench overlooking a small lake with a dock, trying to catch my breath, when something catches my eye, a quick flash of movement in the water.
I run to the end and peer into the murky water, I don't see anything at first but then a hand emerges from the weeds, obviously struggling. I strip off my jacket and dive in moments later, water fills my nose but I ignore it because I can tell the person is no longer. The water is clouded and murky making it harder as I swim down faster and grab whoever it is' hand, trying desperately to get their head above water.
As we resurface the head of a young girl bobs against my shoulder, she still isn't breathing, so I swim as fast as I can to the shore. Once on dry land I quick take off her heavy coat and start to perform CPR. After a few tries I call out to some people who had just entered the park to call 911. I keep trying to make her breath but after almost five more minutes I realize there's nothing I could do, she's long dead.
A sob rips threw my throat and I try to cover it with my hand, thinking that could stop the sound from emerging. I shakily get to my feet and grab my jacket from the dock. I start to run away, ignoring the people calling after me, I spare a glance back at the girl her lifeless eyes seem to watch me run away so I push myself even faster than before, trying to at least get to the nearest building before the cops see me.
Once I'm a safe distance away I slow down but I keep running, and I don't stop until I get into the motel room. I fumble trying to get the door open but once I do I shove myself in, and fall onto the ground, landing on my knees.
"Aurora, what's wrong?" Sam asks as he quickly rushes to me and helps me stand up, wiping my still dripping hair from my face. "Why are you all wet," he asks again, ushering me over to the table.
I speak before he sits me down, "I couldn't save her Sammy, she died because I was too fucking slow," I have growled half sobbed as a reply. I ignored anymore questions he may have had for me and struggled out of his grip, once loose I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. Sliding down the door I put my head in my hands, trying to form a coherent thought.
The only thing I can think was too slow...too slow... I can faintly hear Sam outside the door but he sounds a thousand miles away, I'm too far into my own head. With shaky legs I stand up and lean against the sink, water dripping down my face. That girl didn't look more than fifteen, and I didn't save her.
I peeled off my wet clothes and stepped into the shower, Immediatly sinking to the ceramic floor. Depression hits me like a tidal wave and I start to sob uncontrollably. Months of suppressed feelings flooded my body, this last defeat finally shattering me. I can no longer hear Sam on the other side of the door, the only thing was the defeaning sound of my own agony.
Water that has gone cold pours down on me, not even allowing me the smallest of solace, then in an instant Sam bursts threw the bathroom door. He searches for a moment then spots me in my huddled position in the tub. He turns off the water and reaches for a towel off the counter, wrapping it around my shaking form.
Once outside Sam carries me and sits down on the nearest bed, positioning me on his lap, holding me like the night before. This time I cry hard, harder than I had when I first left Dean. At the thought of his name pain rips through me, cutting my heart like a knife, it's almost unbearable. In that moment I am human again and I cry for the girl, I cry for the innocents I visciously murdered, for Dean, and for myself.
After, I sit there shaking, on Sam's lap. It's achingly quiet for a while before he finally speaks. "What happened Aurora," he says into my head. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a broken breath.
"I went to this park, and I uh...saw something in the water, I took my sweet ass time getting to it." my words get cought in my throat again but he just rubs my shoulders, urging me to continue.
"And when I got there I saw this hand and I jumped in, but I wasn't fast enough. I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her... and then...then...everything around me dies Sammy..." I begin to dryly sob again, no water left in my system. He crushes me closer to his chest, rocking gently.
"I'm sorry Aurora, you did all that you could," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple. We stay like that for a while longer, his cheek to my forehead, before I say a small thanks and grab my duffel to put my clothes on. I check my phone in the bathroom and see it's already 3:15, how long did he hold me?
I wipe my nose then walk back into the room, Sam watching my every move with sadness in his eyes.I pack my duffel and put my wet sneakers into a plastic bag, simply throwing the rest of my wet clothes away. "We should probably get going. People saw me at the park." he simply nods his head and packs his things, following me out the door. We drive in silence back to the warehouse so Sam could get his car. Once there I helped him carry some of his stuff and put it in his trunk.
I start to walk back to my car when he grabs my arm, this time I don't flinch or pull away, I just turn to face him. I could see all the pain and concern in his eyes and I nearly break down again.
"What are you going to do now?" he asks me. I give him a small smile, gotta love that caring Sam.
"I think I'm going to head to Washington, see what they have for me there." I answer, not wanting to elaborate further.
"Maybe we should stick together, you could come to New Hampshire with me," he says to me, I could clearly hear the hope in his voice. I stare at my hand now in his and stay quiet for a minute.
"I don't know Sammy, I don't want you to get hurt." I reply with a frown, the way I've been acting lately has been getting people hurt. I didn't want my recklessness getting him killed, I respect Dean enough to not mess up all of his hardwork just because I was too far into my mind.
"I'm a big boy Aurora, I will take my chances." he says. I pull my hand from his and run it through my hair. He did have a point but at the same time It didn't seem right. If he came with me I don't know what could happen to him, I don't even know whats going to happen to me. I will not have Sam's blood on my hands, god knows I already have too many people's.
"No Sammy, I'm not going to lose you too " I don't let him say anthing else because I'm already gettting into my car and driving away, his body shrinking in the rearview mirror.
I stop eventually just outside of New Jersey, the entire ride spent in silence, not even the radio was playing. Sam had done something to me in the short time span we were together, I actually felt remorse for what I had done, leaving him in the dust like that. But he made me feel and I couldn't let that happen, every time I felt I got hurt.
The Winchester brothers were the closest thing to family I had left, Dean was already as good as dead but I wouldn't and couldn't endanger Sam, he deserves the world.
So I did the thing I do best, I ran away. I realize how childish that is but I had my innocence ripped away when my mother died, I deserve to be childish every once in a while.
I pulled up to yet another dingy motel and ordered a room, ignoring the obvious lust on the clerks face. When I opened the door the first thing I noticed was the smell, musk and sex, a motel special. The one thing I do miss about having a house is having a place to call home, I could come home from a hunt and have a place of my own that didn't smell like feet. But that's apart of being a hunter, no use in fussing.
I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower, just to get the sweat off of my body. Once I'm dressed and ready for bed I head out into the main room I could immediatly tell something was off, but I still played it as if I had no clue. I just hoped that who ever or whatever was in the room was stupid enough for me to get the upper hand, God do I ever get a break?
I walked over to my duffel on the table near the sink and pretend to put away my toothbrush and instead pull out my handgun, turning around and aiming directly behind me. I'm stunned momentarily when I see Castiel sitting on the bed looking impassive as always, still wearing that damn trenchcoat.
"Castiel," I ask, lowering my weapon almost immediately. "Hello Aurora," he says in that deep gravely voice I hadn't heard in almost four years. I want to run and give him a big bear hug but I stay put, his face portraying business. As if on cue we walks towards me and gives me an awkward one arm hug, a small smile forms on my lips as I embrace him, I honestly had missed him dearly.
"I need your help," he says after releasing me. "Okay what do you need help with?" I say, taking a step back and going to the sink to get a glass of water.
"Dean is in trouble." The second he says his name tension floods my body and I drop the glass in my hand, making it shattering into a thousand pieces on the floor. I feel my face fall into the cold stare I had become so familiar with. I know I should want to help, Dean may have cheated on me but he had also done a lot of good, and saved my ass a couple of times, but with that said he got himself in that mess he should be the one to get himself out of it.
"Well, you're going to have to find someone else. I'm not helping." I reply coldly, crossing my arms at my chest. Cas looks confused then in an istant he reaches towards me and is planting two fingers on my forehead. A warmth seems to flow through me wrapping itself tightly inside my mind then as fast as it came it was gone and Castiel had stepped back, a frown gracing his face.
"What the hell Cas..."I growled, rubbing my temples as a slight headache formed. "I'm sorry but I needed to know what was making you like this." he answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"God why does everyone keep saying that? There's nothing wrong with me!" I shout at him. "Sorry," I mutter a moment later.
"What Dean did was wrong. But what you are doing is wrong also." he says to me, concern clearly evident in his deep blue eyes.
"Oh really? Pray tell what I am doing that is so wrong Castiel." I say while walking over to my bed and sitting down, looking at him expectantly.
"You are holding in your emotions so you cannot get hurt. But if you keep doing that you will become worse and worse until you cannot stand it any longer and do something you'll regret." he informs me. I'm so taken back by what he said he could have slapped me and had the same effect. I was expecting him to chastise me about not wanting to help Dean, not my emotional state. I pull my face back to what it was before and take a calm steadying breath, he didn't know this but he had hit the nail on the head. The night before had been evidence enough that what he was saying was true.
"There's more pressing matters than my social life." I snap at him, making it clear the conversation was over.
"How do we save Dean?"
Okay, so little bit of a cliffhanger, next chapter, as you can tell Aurora see's Dean again. Will she be a cold bitch to him or did her little encounter with Sam make her cry again, who knows. Oh wait, I know!
Thanks to everyone who followed and favorited this story, it honestly means the world to me! And also I'm so sorry for the long wait, I stayed up until 2am trying to finish this and apparently the Fanfiction server wasn't workingso I had to wait until morning.
And for those of you who were wondering if maybe we could get sone other POV's, this is Aurora's story so I'm just going to keep it her POV, good question though! Anyways, hoped you like this chapter, leave a review and tell me what you think!