The Body (fic)
Title: The Body
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 741
Characters/Pairings: Amelia/Castiel
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Spoilers/Time Line: "The Rapture."
Summery: Today was Amelia and James Novak's anniversary and today she tried not to think about it.
Author’s Notes: Unbeta'd. for albion1919.
Today was Amelia and James Novak's anniversary and today she tried not to think about it. Claire was at a sleepover so Amelia didn’t have to worry traumatizing her. She had a feeling he was going to show up.
“Did you come to give him back?” At this point she wasn’t what one would call used to his - Its - visits, but she stopped being surprised to find him appear. Sometimes on really bad days she hoped for him - It show up.
“I came to check ... in.” It said, the voice sounded unsure.
“I hate when you do this. It’s not fair. All it does is open up old wounds.”
“I made a prom-”
“Maybe you’re just sleeping in there, or I am and this is some kind of really messed up nightmare. Maybe we need to wake up. Maybe I need to wake you up.” She said as she moved away from her place at the window. She crossed over to him, using one naked foot and then the other. She stood there for a while just staring for a while at the form she had known..
“Are you in there James? “Amelia asked and she took another step towards It. Its only response was to blink once, slow and deliberate. Amelia took another step and then another and with arms stretched out, fingers reaching out. Amelia pushed the body of her husband against the wall behind them and looked into those eyes.
“James, Jimmy, come back to us. Come back to me.” She said and her fingers gripped and twisted in his trench coat. She pushed back at It and then up on her toes and pressed her mouth into the lips she had known.
They were warm and familiar like she had remembered, but there was nothing behind it and she felt herself began to break right there in the living room of her own house. She could feel the feeling welling up inside of her, threatening to take over and swallow her whole. That is until she felt something else:
His hands coming up to hold her. His lips pressing into hers.
She hardly noticed her face was wet with tears, because all she felt was him coming back to her. Her hand slips up over the collar of his coat and pulls him closer to her only letting their mouths part so that she can take in air. Her tongue rushes up against his and she can still feel his hands: his glorious responsive hands coming up to her arms and squeezing them gently.
She was encouraged by this and stepped closer to him, but Jimmy’s hands stayed fast to her, holding her steady. They pushed against her in one firm jerking movement. Their lips parted making a soft ‘pop’ noise as It/he held her away. His hands held her still.
Amelia looked up at him, a dazed yet puzzled expression on her face. She looked up into the eyes of her husband and felt everything inside her sinking even before he spoke.
“I am not your husband.”
She stepped away from him with a sob in her throat, feeling stupid and betrayed. She was suddenly fiercely angry. The hands she had just used on the body of her husband suddenly turned into fists.
“Why don’t you leave us alone!” She cried, as those fists came up to push the tears from her eyes.
“I am sorry.” It said, and she noticed that It had actually used her husband’s body to look ashamed. The look on Jimmy’s face almost made her gag it was too close to what her husband used to do. Everything: except the exaggerated pull of his eyes - Eyes that now seem too huge.
Her hand rose to her mouth, fingers shaking as the touched her lips.
“Why did you ...”
Again It constructed an expression that was but an echo of her husband and her stomach rolled again.
“....I thought that was what you -”
“Just leave.” she said with a calmness she did not feel. When It stalled, staring at her with those eyes (his eyes) Amelia almost lost her mind.
“I said get out of here, you goddamn devil!” She closed her eyes while she said it. She didn’t want to see Its reaction or -more horrifyingly- lack there of. Amelia did, however hear the sounds of him leaving. A rapid fluttering of wings and then the sound of nothing.