Fic: In the Future 4/10 (SPN)
Title: In the Future, Down the Road, Into the Night, Waking Up (4)
Author: Me
Spoilers: References “Bloodlust”
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 439 words
Notes: This is het, PG, Sam/Lenore. Future fic.
Lenore knows Sam has only paid for a week’s worth of time; she waits until dark, until it’s safe to creep from the room to the motel office. The greasy man sitting on the stool behind the counter lowers the television's volume and speaks directly to her breasts as she asks for - and is granted - another seven days in the same room. He doesn’t ask for a reason, a story. He offhandedly mentions a mess he found in the dumpster out back...
She slips him a fifty, leans over to show a little more flesh. The man smiles and Lenore feels like she has a bit more time.
Time for Sam to wake up.
***
His breathing is shallow and steady, his body feverish but functioning. Lenore plays nursemaid without recoiling, cleaning and watching and waiting. She isn’t stupid, she knows how fragile human lives are. She knows Sam is a tired soul with more waiting for him on the other side, more than she can offer.
Fortunately, Lenore is without a soul or human provicalities such as service to others or guilt or duty. She can’t quite wish Sam God speed into the heavens to be rejoined with his lost loved ones. The lure of bringing him over wanes and waivers with the tick of the clock on the wall. If he wouldn’t hate her, leave her - she would.
In the end, Lenore works with what she’s been given by life and death and all things in between. She hopes Sam’s weakness in all things human and tender brings him back to her.
***
When his eyes flicker open, Lenore isn’t there. She’s out seducing and scavenging, finding food and money and sustenance for her. When she struggles through the door, Sam’s eyes are on her and she nearly drops everything on the floor.
“Hi,” he croaks, more rusty air than sound.
If this were a movie, she’d say something ridiculous like “Thank God” but instead, Lenore closes the door behind her and just smiles.
“Tsk tsk, I was going to have you for dinner,” she murmurs, placing everything on the table and moving to Sam’s side.
Not too fast or too eager, of course.
“Liar,” he mouths, rubbing his hand on the empty spot on the mattress.
She pours water into a cup, sticks a straw in. She pours blood in another cup, skipping the straw. By the time she gets to the bed, Sam has slipped into a healthy doze. The color is creeping back into his flesh; there’s a smile at the edges of his lips which she put there. It does her ego well.
Soothes her nonexistent soul.
Go to Part 5
Author: Me
Spoilers: References “Bloodlust”
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 439 words
Notes: This is het, PG, Sam/Lenore. Future fic.
Lenore knows Sam has only paid for a week’s worth of time; she waits until dark, until it’s safe to creep from the room to the motel office. The greasy man sitting on the stool behind the counter lowers the television's volume and speaks directly to her breasts as she asks for - and is granted - another seven days in the same room. He doesn’t ask for a reason, a story. He offhandedly mentions a mess he found in the dumpster out back...
She slips him a fifty, leans over to show a little more flesh. The man smiles and Lenore feels like she has a bit more time.
Time for Sam to wake up.
***
His breathing is shallow and steady, his body feverish but functioning. Lenore plays nursemaid without recoiling, cleaning and watching and waiting. She isn’t stupid, she knows how fragile human lives are. She knows Sam is a tired soul with more waiting for him on the other side, more than she can offer.
Fortunately, Lenore is without a soul or human provicalities such as service to others or guilt or duty. She can’t quite wish Sam God speed into the heavens to be rejoined with his lost loved ones. The lure of bringing him over wanes and waivers with the tick of the clock on the wall. If he wouldn’t hate her, leave her - she would.
In the end, Lenore works with what she’s been given by life and death and all things in between. She hopes Sam’s weakness in all things human and tender brings him back to her.
***
When his eyes flicker open, Lenore isn’t there. She’s out seducing and scavenging, finding food and money and sustenance for her. When she struggles through the door, Sam’s eyes are on her and she nearly drops everything on the floor.
“Hi,” he croaks, more rusty air than sound.
If this were a movie, she’d say something ridiculous like “Thank God” but instead, Lenore closes the door behind her and just smiles.
“Tsk tsk, I was going to have you for dinner,” she murmurs, placing everything on the table and moving to Sam’s side.
Not too fast or too eager, of course.
“Liar,” he mouths, rubbing his hand on the empty spot on the mattress.
She pours water into a cup, sticks a straw in. She pours blood in another cup, skipping the straw. By the time she gets to the bed, Sam has slipped into a healthy doze. The color is creeping back into his flesh; there’s a smile at the edges of his lips which she put there. It does her ego well.
Soothes her nonexistent soul.
Go to Part 5