[4.08] I’d break apart too, if I knowed what you knowed
She watched the water run into the drain. It was red at first, then pink, then a sort of soapy orange before it started to run clear. It was strange, not healing properly. The scar on her back was perpetually tender, the same place as Sam's and just starting to crackle around the edges. The center was still soft and red, like it'd never healed at all. A hole through her heart and a slice through Sam's spine and neither of them had stood down.
Perseverance was a virtue. A nice way of saying stubbornness, she thought, but no one asked her what she thought. Lucky them because she rarely thought anything nice.
She padded into his room after struggling into her clothes. The soft denim clung to her barely dry legs and her tank top was dotted with drips of water from her damp hair. She didn't bother with make up and she hadn't even brushed her hair, just pushed it off her face and strolled in like she hadn't a care in the world.
She didn't.
Show Me the Way was playing and she pushed the clock radio off the table it was sitting on, watching as it cracked and ceased as it hit the floor. Sam didn't say a word, just glared at her. Apparently Dean's horrid taste in music had rubbed off on him. Unfortunate.
She pushed herself onto the desk he was sitting at and crossed her legs, pressing her toes into the very edge of his seat to keep balance. The book he was reading was closed with a snap and an affronted noise from Sam, but she ignored it, placing her hand on top of the closed book, pushing her hand down until she could feel the cool leather of the book against the very center of her palm.
"I've been thinking," she said, putting her other hand flat on the desk and leaning back slightly, her hair dripping on the remnants of crossed out plans and scribbled bad ideas.
The 'did you hurt yourself?' was hanging in the air between them and she cracked a lopsided little smile.
She did.
"You've got this destiny, Sammy. All these demons think you're the newest big bad and all you really are is a pansy ass little wuss playing with daddy's toys. But see? I've taught you better than that. All those prophesies, and believe me you have them, aren't wrong. They're just off. No one reads the fine print."
She paused for breath and leaned forward slightly, smoothing out a wrinkle at his shoulder, letting her fingers rest there as she continued. "So here's the deal, sans fine print. I quit. I was never going to save Dean and you knew that from the very beginning. Deep down inside, you knew I was just lying to you. Had to get on your good side somehow right?"
"I quit, but I'm not out of this game Sam. I may not save Dean, but I'm still on your side. You can be the general of this demon army they want you to be, but on your terms. No one ever said you had to be evil to have your army."
She leaned forward a bit more, head tilted to the side with a sweet smile on her face. "So whatdya say, Sammy. You gonna pony up and get ol' Deano outta Hell or am I gonna have to make you?"
Perseverance was a virtue. A nice way of saying stubbornness, she thought, but no one asked her what she thought. Lucky them because she rarely thought anything nice.
She padded into his room after struggling into her clothes. The soft denim clung to her barely dry legs and her tank top was dotted with drips of water from her damp hair. She didn't bother with make up and she hadn't even brushed her hair, just pushed it off her face and strolled in like she hadn't a care in the world.
She didn't.
Show Me the Way was playing and she pushed the clock radio off the table it was sitting on, watching as it cracked and ceased as it hit the floor. Sam didn't say a word, just glared at her. Apparently Dean's horrid taste in music had rubbed off on him. Unfortunate.
She pushed herself onto the desk he was sitting at and crossed her legs, pressing her toes into the very edge of his seat to keep balance. The book he was reading was closed with a snap and an affronted noise from Sam, but she ignored it, placing her hand on top of the closed book, pushing her hand down until she could feel the cool leather of the book against the very center of her palm.
"I've been thinking," she said, putting her other hand flat on the desk and leaning back slightly, her hair dripping on the remnants of crossed out plans and scribbled bad ideas.
The 'did you hurt yourself?' was hanging in the air between them and she cracked a lopsided little smile.
She did.
"You've got this destiny, Sammy. All these demons think you're the newest big bad and all you really are is a pansy ass little wuss playing with daddy's toys. But see? I've taught you better than that. All those prophesies, and believe me you have them, aren't wrong. They're just off. No one reads the fine print."
She paused for breath and leaned forward slightly, smoothing out a wrinkle at his shoulder, letting her fingers rest there as she continued. "So here's the deal, sans fine print. I quit. I was never going to save Dean and you knew that from the very beginning. Deep down inside, you knew I was just lying to you. Had to get on your good side somehow right?"
"I quit, but I'm not out of this game Sam. I may not save Dean, but I'm still on your side. You can be the general of this demon army they want you to be, but on your terms. No one ever said you had to be evil to have your army."
She leaned forward a bit more, head tilted to the side with a sweet smile on her face. "So whatdya say, Sammy. You gonna pony up and get ol' Deano outta Hell or am I gonna have to make you?"