Supernatural: Watcher In the Shadows
Title: Watcher In The Shadows
Rating: General
Characters: Jess
Word count: 200
Author notes: See, this is why too much work and not enough sleep aren't good for fic writers. Weird things happen... Unbeta'ed
Summary: Even in death, Jess still cares for Sam.
Watcher In The Shadows
The Sam I once knew is gone.
Tragedy and loss have worn him down, piece by piece by little piece. Until all that's left is a steel core of anger and determination.
It breaks my heart.
I wish I could ease his pain a little, but I never can. I am part of it. I still love him; death doesn't change that. Neither does demon blood.
I just wish I could tell him so. Perhaps it might help, if only a little.
I tried, once. During the summer after Dean died, and Sam was headed on a self-destruct course. I thought that I could-but the sheer amount of hatred and disgust that greeted me once I managed to manifest in visible form... It terrified me so that I fled, returning to the shadows beyond the veil, invisible to Sam, where all I can do is watch, and ache for him.
'Cause Sam has this private face that he never shows anyone. Not even his brother. A face that only appears when he believes nobody's watching; that tells me he's still agonizing over might-have-beens and could-have-beens. Mourning all he lost.
That face makes my heart break all over again...
Disclaimer: this story is based on theWarner Bros. Television/Wonderland Sound and Vision/Eric Kripke/Robert Singer series Supernatural. It was written for entertainment only; the author does not profit from it nor was any infringement of copyright intended. Please do not redistribute elsewhere without the author's consent.
Rating: General
Characters: Jess
Word count: 200
Author notes: See, this is why too much work and not enough sleep aren't good for fic writers. Weird things happen... Unbeta'ed
Summary: Even in death, Jess still cares for Sam.
Watcher In The Shadows
The Sam I once knew is gone.
Tragedy and loss have worn him down, piece by piece by little piece. Until all that's left is a steel core of anger and determination.
It breaks my heart.
I wish I could ease his pain a little, but I never can. I am part of it. I still love him; death doesn't change that. Neither does demon blood.
I just wish I could tell him so. Perhaps it might help, if only a little.
I tried, once. During the summer after Dean died, and Sam was headed on a self-destruct course. I thought that I could-but the sheer amount of hatred and disgust that greeted me once I managed to manifest in visible form... It terrified me so that I fled, returning to the shadows beyond the veil, invisible to Sam, where all I can do is watch, and ache for him.
'Cause Sam has this private face that he never shows anyone. Not even his brother. A face that only appears when he believes nobody's watching; that tells me he's still agonizing over might-have-beens and could-have-beens. Mourning all he lost.
That face makes my heart break all over again...
Disclaimer: this story is based on theWarner Bros. Television/Wonderland Sound and Vision/Eric Kripke/Robert Singer series Supernatural. It was written for entertainment only; the author does not profit from it nor was any infringement of copyright intended. Please do not redistribute elsewhere without the author's consent.