A place called home
Comfort
His entire life comfort was Dean. He had a nightmare and he went to Dean. He felt sick, he went to Dean. Some kids in school were making fun of him, he went to Dean. Dean was his comfort, his father, his brother, his guardian, his defender and his best friend. When he lost him, Sam resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his life. He’d lost too many people to even try. In so many ways he had to become Dean to survive losing Dean. There were women but he doesn’t remember their names and they all bled into each other. Dean was better at remembering but Dean was trying to hold on. Sam was just letting go.
And then he ran into her. It wasn’t that he intended for her to become his source of comfort. At first she was just a brunette that some men were hassling. He saved the day and she was nice enough to offer her guest room. That’s all it was supposed to be. He ended up staying just over a week; a lull in cases giving him some rare time off. And then, the job was finished and he wanted to be back in Las Vegas in guest room. Yeah, the guest room was nicer than ninety percent of motel rooms he stayed in but it was more than that. It was breakfast in the mornings and movies on her couch at night. It was the way she worked to make him smile and flat out having someone to talk to after so many years of having no one. He didn’t even kiss her for a couple of weeks. It had been years, long before Dean died, since he’d taken his time with a girl.
Somewhere between a guest room and where he is now, she became comfort and something closer to home than he’s had since Dean died. He didn’t plan it and he doesn’t want it. Comfort and home are things that can be taken away but no matter how he denies it. Comfort and home are a person once again and that terrifies him a lot more than being the anti-Christ ever did.
His entire life comfort was Dean. He had a nightmare and he went to Dean. He felt sick, he went to Dean. Some kids in school were making fun of him, he went to Dean. Dean was his comfort, his father, his brother, his guardian, his defender and his best friend. When he lost him, Sam resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his life. He’d lost too many people to even try. In so many ways he had to become Dean to survive losing Dean. There were women but he doesn’t remember their names and they all bled into each other. Dean was better at remembering but Dean was trying to hold on. Sam was just letting go.
And then he ran into her. It wasn’t that he intended for her to become his source of comfort. At first she was just a brunette that some men were hassling. He saved the day and she was nice enough to offer her guest room. That’s all it was supposed to be. He ended up staying just over a week; a lull in cases giving him some rare time off. And then, the job was finished and he wanted to be back in Las Vegas in guest room. Yeah, the guest room was nicer than ninety percent of motel rooms he stayed in but it was more than that. It was breakfast in the mornings and movies on her couch at night. It was the way she worked to make him smile and flat out having someone to talk to after so many years of having no one. He didn’t even kiss her for a couple of weeks. It had been years, long before Dean died, since he’d taken his time with a girl.
Somewhere between a guest room and where he is now, she became comfort and something closer to home than he’s had since Dean died. He didn’t plan it and he doesn’t want it. Comfort and home are things that can be taken away but no matter how he denies it. Comfort and home are a person once again and that terrifies him a lot more than being the anti-Christ ever did.