Home at Last..
A month ago, Sam was sure he was going to die.
Or go insane and then die, the details really didn't matter at that point anyway. Lucifer had been a constant presence in his mind for close to a year and the incessant chatter had slowly eroded his sanity until he couldn't shut the Devil out anymore. Lucifer couldn't take anything else away, so he just kept talking. Wore at Sam until he couldn't even sleep. So he tried to get used to it. Play through the pain, just like Dean said all their lives.
Amazing what can happen in a month, right? And how much you can lose in such a short span of time.
But with that loss and suffering came something incredible, wrapped up in one lean good-looking man with long black hair and a smile that, even after all this time, still makes Sam's stomach do a pleasant little flop. Rhys had been there, carried him along when he was too heartsick and too tired to go it alone - a promise that when the hunt was over he could come home.
Sam had only been in the house.. (home, their home) for about a week but already he was starting to feel a little more human. He was finally sleeping normal hours and waking up with the one person he loved most in the world wrapped up beside him. Dean would understand, he's sure of it, even if his brother never came right out and said it.
Today was Sunday, which meant it was yard work day. But as Sam rolls over to bury his face in a storm of black hair, he figures they can take their time getting started, right?
Or go insane and then die, the details really didn't matter at that point anyway. Lucifer had been a constant presence in his mind for close to a year and the incessant chatter had slowly eroded his sanity until he couldn't shut the Devil out anymore. Lucifer couldn't take anything else away, so he just kept talking. Wore at Sam until he couldn't even sleep. So he tried to get used to it. Play through the pain, just like Dean said all their lives.
Amazing what can happen in a month, right? And how much you can lose in such a short span of time.
But with that loss and suffering came something incredible, wrapped up in one lean good-looking man with long black hair and a smile that, even after all this time, still makes Sam's stomach do a pleasant little flop. Rhys had been there, carried him along when he was too heartsick and too tired to go it alone - a promise that when the hunt was over he could come home.
Sam had only been in the house.. (home, their home) for about a week but already he was starting to feel a little more human. He was finally sleeping normal hours and waking up with the one person he loved most in the world wrapped up beside him. Dean would understand, he's sure of it, even if his brother never came right out and said it.
Today was Sunday, which meant it was yard work day. But as Sam rolls over to bury his face in a storm of black hair, he figures they can take their time getting started, right?