Monday, Monday
I have such a lot of work to do, monthend lurking and all. I gave
joans23 a promt, and just love what she came up with :) The ficcie I'm posting today has nothing to do with that though, just an idea I got and I thought it was pretty sad.
Here it is, let me know what think:
Title: Answers
Author : Jacoba06
Rating : PG
Paring : Dean, Sam/Jo
Prompt : Just an idea I had :)
She lay the flowers down on the heap of ground that has yet to level again. Rain is beating down on her, and the shaking of her shoulders could easily be taken as a sign of cold. He knows it’s not, as he folds her in his arms. He tries to hold on to her for as long as possible, not knowing how long he’d still be able to do so. She whispers the question nobody can answer, except the one she brought flowers for.
Why?
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I always thought of us as friends, the three of us … you, me and him. We’d speak on the phone and joke around when we saw each other but I realized early on that you only had eyes for him. I suppose that’s why I never told you how I really felt.
No matter how much you tried to get close to him, he always pushed you away. Not because he didn’t want you, but because he was afraid you’d get hurt, he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to protect you when the time came.
I remember the first time we walked into the bar, it feels like a lifetime ago and yet it had been only months. We had a very interesting introduction. You were one of the first girls we met that could pack a real punch. Almost bring a man too his knees.
He was much taller than you and you had to stand on your toes when you hugged his neck. I know he loved it when you stood close to him. How he would take in the scent of your perfume without you even noticing.
The day he went missing, I was beside myself. I didn’t know where to start looking. Once I knew where he was headed it didn’t surprise me in the least, he was on his way to you. The day he feared most had come, the day he wouldn’t be able to protect you … from himself.
The day he died … Nothing mattered anymore, the world could’ve ended and I wouldn’t have cared. I had to do it, don’t you understand, I had to bring him back, I had no other choice. His life couldn’t be over, not like this, not now, not after everything he had been through.
It was the hardest and the easiest decision of my life … and it wasn’t without consequence. He was strong, but I know how he felt. God, I felt that same way not too long ago, another thing we had in common … but I had a year to try and mend some of the hurt I had caused. I knew that I couldn’t heal him, not completely, he’d need more than I could give him.
He read countless books and scoured all of our sources, but to no avail. I tried to prepare him best I could, got him ready to fend for himself. The local bar had become a haven to him, a place with a dark corner where he could hide away from the world. You found him there, you brought him back into the light and finished the job I started, picking up the pieces of his broken heart.
You gave him a new family, you helped him come up for air before it was too late. You saved him … you brought Sam back the way I tried too a year ago. Your son carries my name and I know the hurt in his heart when he calls to Dean to come sit by him, but I know the love he holds for the both of you in his heart. The knowledge I carry of that love is what gets me through my endless dark days ….
******
He lay the flowers down on the heap of ground that has yet to level again. She found him in that bar, wasting his life away. She gave him a new life, new hopes and dreams. Silent tears flow over his face, and a little hand slips into his tugging him down closer to the ground. He whispers the question nobody can answer, except the one they brought flowers for.
Why?
Comments are appreciated - a lot!!
Have a good Monday and enjoy the rest of the week :)
TTFN
joans23 a promt, and just love what she came up with :) The ficcie I'm posting today has nothing to do with that though, just an idea I got and I thought it was pretty sad.
Here it is, let me know what think:
Title: Answers
Author : Jacoba06
Rating : PG
Paring : Dean, Sam/Jo
Prompt : Just an idea I had :)
She lay the flowers down on the heap of ground that has yet to level again. Rain is beating down on her, and the shaking of her shoulders could easily be taken as a sign of cold. He knows it’s not, as he folds her in his arms. He tries to hold on to her for as long as possible, not knowing how long he’d still be able to do so. She whispers the question nobody can answer, except the one she brought flowers for.
Why?
********
I always thought of us as friends, the three of us … you, me and him. We’d speak on the phone and joke around when we saw each other but I realized early on that you only had eyes for him. I suppose that’s why I never told you how I really felt.
No matter how much you tried to get close to him, he always pushed you away. Not because he didn’t want you, but because he was afraid you’d get hurt, he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to protect you when the time came.
I remember the first time we walked into the bar, it feels like a lifetime ago and yet it had been only months. We had a very interesting introduction. You were one of the first girls we met that could pack a real punch. Almost bring a man too his knees.
He was much taller than you and you had to stand on your toes when you hugged his neck. I know he loved it when you stood close to him. How he would take in the scent of your perfume without you even noticing.
The day he went missing, I was beside myself. I didn’t know where to start looking. Once I knew where he was headed it didn’t surprise me in the least, he was on his way to you. The day he feared most had come, the day he wouldn’t be able to protect you … from himself.
The day he died … Nothing mattered anymore, the world could’ve ended and I wouldn’t have cared. I had to do it, don’t you understand, I had to bring him back, I had no other choice. His life couldn’t be over, not like this, not now, not after everything he had been through.
It was the hardest and the easiest decision of my life … and it wasn’t without consequence. He was strong, but I know how he felt. God, I felt that same way not too long ago, another thing we had in common … but I had a year to try and mend some of the hurt I had caused. I knew that I couldn’t heal him, not completely, he’d need more than I could give him.
He read countless books and scoured all of our sources, but to no avail. I tried to prepare him best I could, got him ready to fend for himself. The local bar had become a haven to him, a place with a dark corner where he could hide away from the world. You found him there, you brought him back into the light and finished the job I started, picking up the pieces of his broken heart.
You gave him a new family, you helped him come up for air before it was too late. You saved him … you brought Sam back the way I tried too a year ago. Your son carries my name and I know the hurt in his heart when he calls to Dean to come sit by him, but I know the love he holds for the both of you in his heart. The knowledge I carry of that love is what gets me through my endless dark days ….
******
He lay the flowers down on the heap of ground that has yet to level again. She found him in that bar, wasting his life away. She gave him a new life, new hopes and dreams. Silent tears flow over his face, and a little hand slips into his tugging him down closer to the ground. He whispers the question nobody can answer, except the one they brought flowers for.
Why?
Comments are appreciated - a lot!!
Have a good Monday and enjoy the rest of the week :)
TTFN