Illusion

[hottestpsychic]

Bundled up in the blankets became smothered in the blankets. Even constricting clothing was too much, forget anything that closed around her neck. She thrashed around in the bed, hands coming up to her neck until she could sit up and remember that she was herself again, in her own bed, alone in her own house, safe as she could be

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[winchesterjerk]

He didn't exactly plan to call every day, but it seemed to end up that way. He couldn't just move in, though, nor could he just let things go. Because he was worried.

But he did call.

At some point every evening, at a time when they weren't doing anything more, ah, hunting-like, he picked up the phone and dialed her number. Just so that she'd hear a known voice, and he'd be sure that nothing new bad had happened to her.

[hottestpsychic]

Pamela jumped. Didn't scream, but definitely jumped when the phone rang. It took her a couple rings to steady herself before she reached out and picked up the phone.

"Pamela Barnes."

It didn't even occur to her to wonder who was calling her at ... whatever hour it was of the morning.

[winchesterjerk]

"Hi, it's Dean. Just calling to make sure nothing new's happened. has it?" Very smart, Dean. But then again, he was the one known for his Oscar Wilde lines and all.

[hottestpsychic]

Dean. Just Dean. She could breathe again. And she could at least try to slow her pounding heart, although it kept hammering in her chest for a little while. She tried to inject a smile into her voice even if she didn't feel it. Maybe she could fake it good.

"Hey, Dean... no, nothing's happened, nothing new anyway. Just me and the tv, about to go to bed."

Well, gone to bed, and now back up again. But he didn't need to know that.

[winchesterjerk]

"Right. Good. Just... keeping in touch, okay? You'll call if you need anything?" Which was probably something he'd asked ten times already in the way fewer days since he'd had to leave her on her own.

[hottestpsychic]

"I'll call if I need anything," she reassured him, with a warm and almost normal-sounding voice. It was as though she was two women, one who was tired and strained but okay, for the most part, still capable of laughing, and one who was deadened and standing back and watching her take part in her life without being a part of it.

"I'll be okay, Dean, I promise. You should get some sleep too, right? You're on a case?"

[winchesterjerk]

"Yeah, you will be, but until then, I'll keep on checking, alright?" She might even have fooled him. Before. Before Sam had been possessed and he'd seen what that had done; before Meg's ghost. For now, he just worried. And tried to keep in touch, to give her... that little bit of contact that he could. Every little bit should count, right?

"I will, sure. And... we are, but not much happening tonight, I don't think." Of course. It's hunting. You never knew when things would start moving. "Right. Maybe I should let you go to bed, right?"

[hottestpsychic]

"I'll try to get some sleep," she told him, chuckling. Acknowledging that she hadn't been sleeping well. Still trying to foist off that she was all right on him. "You keep on protecting the innocent and all that. 's what you're best at. Rugged, dashing hero."

See, she could flirt. As long as Pam could flirt that was okay, right? She did miss him, a little. Dean was nice. Even that felt abstract, distant. A sop to any normal woman's attraction.

"Stay safe, will you?"

[winchesterjerk]

"Yeah? Maybe next time I swing by we could discuss that rugged dashing thing." The half-grin was possibly audible over the phone.

"Take it easy, alright? And stay safe too. We two will keep each other out of trouble."

[hottestpsychic]

She did laugh at that, something reaching to bridge the gap between the illusion and the woman. "Maybe we can. I'd like that."

"And I will." She sighed a little. Poor boys. "I'll be okay. Good hunting."

[winchesterjerk]

"Good, good. And thanks. Good-night, Pam. Let us know if there's something we can do." He didn't cut the connection. For her to hang up. Or speak more if she was in a mood to.

[hottestpsychic]

"I will." There was a bit of a pause, there. And then. "Good-night, Dean."

And it took her a slightly longer pause to actually hang up the phone.