muses_w_remotes :: 12.8 Mrs Doubtfire
[ooc: Applies to no muses. Just something I needed to write to stop my head from hurting.]
“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’?”
It took all she had to turn her back and walk away, and even then she was holding onto Dean's arm for support. Sam was banging on the door of the panic room, screaming at them, screaming at her. Still, she kept walking.
She hated this. She hated herself. She saw him, she knew. She thought she could keep him from where she knew he was headed. She thought she could save him with her love and her understanding, but she hadn't. Maybe she'd even made things worse.
As soon as Bobby gave them a minute alone, she started to break. She wrapped her arms around him and he did the same to her. She held tight to him, trying to say with her body the words that wouldn't make it past her throat.
I'm so sorry, Dean. I should have told you.
“Ever wish you could freeze frame a moment in your day, and look at it and say ‘this is not my life’?”
It took all she had to turn her back and walk away, and even then she was holding onto Dean's arm for support. Sam was banging on the door of the panic room, screaming at them, screaming at her. Still, she kept walking.
She hated this. She hated herself. She saw him, she knew. She thought she could keep him from where she knew he was headed. She thought she could save him with her love and her understanding, but she hadn't. Maybe she'd even made things worse.
As soon as Bobby gave them a minute alone, she started to break. She wrapped her arms around him and he did the same to her. She held tight to him, trying to say with her body the words that wouldn't make it past her throat.
I'm so sorry, Dean. I should have told you.