[SR] Keith Ablow quote
[Dean is winchesterjerk and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for a snuggle using one of hers and one of mine so I decided to go with something a little different than usual. Set during 416: On the Head of a Pin.]
“Those who harbour unthinkable thoughts know in their hearts that they can find a kindred spirit, one who understands the special torture it is to live fractured into pieces, some of them so sharp that to touch them would be to bleed forever.”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Dean didn’t say anything at first, just stayed where he was, staring wordlessly into the space in front of him. Sam had been sitting at his hospital bed ever since he had been brought here, and Dean had been watching him as well. Nancy had been trying to talk to him, but so far he’d been ignoring her. She wasn’t sure why yet, but she was getting pretty good at this comforting the dying thing. Not that Dean was dying. She just thought he could use some company, and she happened to be in the area.
This hospital had been her first. An odd coincidence that this was where the man who saved her life the first time it’d been threatened, landed after being beaten to nearly to death by Alastair, but she was starting to learn that with angels, there were no such things as coincidences. There were just happenings. Choices placed together so that things could happen, and as far as she knew they weren’t always good. She also knew better than to question it though. It wasn’t a reaper’s place, so for the time being, she just wanted to talk to him, and see if he remembered her as well as she remembered him.
Problem is, he wasn’t talking.
She took a deep breath, pushing herself off the window sill and making her way closer. Dean was in a very rough place right now. She knew that. She knew that better than anyone, actually. Lilith had given her her own little taste of Hell when she killed her, and Nancy had gone through the whole process alive. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to go through that when you’re just a metaphysical form. In that instance he wouldn’t have been limited by his death-Alastair would just put him back together again.
“You know, you can’t ignore me forever, Dean. I got all the time in the world.”
“You’re not gonna get me that easy,” Dean said, holding up a finger towards her, but still not turning to look at her. “I’ve been through this before. I start talking and then next thing I know you’re ready to take me off to the great beyond, and I ain’t dyin’ again. Not this soon.”
She laughed at that, before shaking her head slightly. “I’m not here to collect your soul, Dean.”
He frowned, before turning to actually looking at her. “You’re not?”
She saw it there, the brief flash of remembrance when he looked at her, and it was slightly comforting. “No. I’m just here to talk. They thought you might need it.”
“Oh.” Dean took a breath before sitting on the arm of one of the empty chairs. Cassie had been filling it before, and Nancy knew she would probably be back eventually, which was why he wasn’t sitting in the seat. “Do I want to know who the ominous ‘they’ are?”
“Not the people you’re thinking. Reapers don’t do favors for just anyone.”
“I’m getting that.” There was a long pause, and his face sobered slightly. “I remember you.”
She smiled slightly as she propped herself up on the foot of his hospital bed. “I know you do.”
“Yeah.” He was quiet for a while, before his eyes dropped to the floor. “Don’t know why you would want to talk to me, though. I got you killed.”
She tilted her head to the side slightly, taking a deep breath as she watched him. “I don’t blame you for that, Dean. You weren’t there.”
“I should have known she was coming.”
“But you didn’t. So I don’t blame you.” A pause. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t blame yourself.”
Dean just looked down at the ground, playing with the fingers on his hands as he digested what she was saying, and then he looked away, towards the wall of the hospital. “So what did ‘they’ want you to talk to me about?”
Nancy looked at him, then pushed herself off the bed, walking over to him and sliding her arms around his neck. She had a feeling that it’s been a while since he’d gotten a really decent hug, and she knew for a fact that it’d been a while since she had. He didn’t respond at first, but he didn’t push her away so that was okay. She just held him close for a minute, before turning and whispering in his ear.
“I forgive you. Please try to forgive yourself.”
As she said that, his arms started to slide around her, holding her tightly for a moment. She rubbed his back lightly, before pulling back and giving him a small smile.
“Time to wake up, Dean.”
He took a deep breath before nodding. “Okay.”
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“Those who harbour unthinkable thoughts know in their hearts that they can find a kindred spirit, one who understands the special torture it is to live fractured into pieces, some of them so sharp that to touch them would be to bleed forever.”
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Dean didn’t say anything at first, just stayed where he was, staring wordlessly into the space in front of him. Sam had been sitting at his hospital bed ever since he had been brought here, and Dean had been watching him as well. Nancy had been trying to talk to him, but so far he’d been ignoring her. She wasn’t sure why yet, but she was getting pretty good at this comforting the dying thing. Not that Dean was dying. She just thought he could use some company, and she happened to be in the area.
This hospital had been her first. An odd coincidence that this was where the man who saved her life the first time it’d been threatened, landed after being beaten to nearly to death by Alastair, but she was starting to learn that with angels, there were no such things as coincidences. There were just happenings. Choices placed together so that things could happen, and as far as she knew they weren’t always good. She also knew better than to question it though. It wasn’t a reaper’s place, so for the time being, she just wanted to talk to him, and see if he remembered her as well as she remembered him.
Problem is, he wasn’t talking.
She took a deep breath, pushing herself off the window sill and making her way closer. Dean was in a very rough place right now. She knew that. She knew that better than anyone, actually. Lilith had given her her own little taste of Hell when she killed her, and Nancy had gone through the whole process alive. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to go through that when you’re just a metaphysical form. In that instance he wouldn’t have been limited by his death-Alastair would just put him back together again.
“You know, you can’t ignore me forever, Dean. I got all the time in the world.”
“You’re not gonna get me that easy,” Dean said, holding up a finger towards her, but still not turning to look at her. “I’ve been through this before. I start talking and then next thing I know you’re ready to take me off to the great beyond, and I ain’t dyin’ again. Not this soon.”
She laughed at that, before shaking her head slightly. “I’m not here to collect your soul, Dean.”
He frowned, before turning to actually looking at her. “You’re not?”
She saw it there, the brief flash of remembrance when he looked at her, and it was slightly comforting. “No. I’m just here to talk. They thought you might need it.”
“Oh.” Dean took a breath before sitting on the arm of one of the empty chairs. Cassie had been filling it before, and Nancy knew she would probably be back eventually, which was why he wasn’t sitting in the seat. “Do I want to know who the ominous ‘they’ are?”
“Not the people you’re thinking. Reapers don’t do favors for just anyone.”
“I’m getting that.” There was a long pause, and his face sobered slightly. “I remember you.”
She smiled slightly as she propped herself up on the foot of his hospital bed. “I know you do.”
“Yeah.” He was quiet for a while, before his eyes dropped to the floor. “Don’t know why you would want to talk to me, though. I got you killed.”
She tilted her head to the side slightly, taking a deep breath as she watched him. “I don’t blame you for that, Dean. You weren’t there.”
“I should have known she was coming.”
“But you didn’t. So I don’t blame you.” A pause. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t blame yourself.”
Dean just looked down at the ground, playing with the fingers on his hands as he digested what she was saying, and then he looked away, towards the wall of the hospital. “So what did ‘they’ want you to talk to me about?”
Nancy looked at him, then pushed herself off the bed, walking over to him and sliding her arms around his neck. She had a feeling that it’s been a while since he’d gotten a really decent hug, and she knew for a fact that it’d been a while since she had. He didn’t respond at first, but he didn’t push her away so that was okay. She just held him close for a minute, before turning and whispering in his ear.
“I forgive you. Please try to forgive yourself.”
As she said that, his arms started to slide around her, holding her tightly for a moment. She rubbed his back lightly, before pulling back and giving him a small smile.
“Time to wake up, Dean.”
He took a deep breath before nodding. “Okay.”
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