It had been a long drive down to Miami. Bela kept her distance from both of them, but the only one who stood a chance of actually being about to touch her was Sam. Dean wasn't allowed anywhere near her, and he seemed more than willing to keep his distance on that one. Once they got there, however, the boys seemed a little nervous to just drop her off and go.
"We'll stay to make sure they don't shoot you or something," Sam sighed as she started to climb out of the car. She would have protested, but she didn't feel like starting a fight. She needed her energy to deal with what was waiting on the other side of that door.
When the door opened and she saw him, however, she nearly broke down into tears. She'd been away for so long and through so much that she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to handle it, but for right now, all she wanted to do was throw herself at him, let him hold her and promise her that everything was going to be fine. What she actually did, though, was just stare for a while before she actually managed to speak.
Everything inside of him sank at once. The shirt fell from his hand, but otherwise he couldn't move. He could barely blink, in fear if he did the vision would disappear. And yet...it seemed so real.
But it wasn't the first time he had thought he was seeing her.
This was the first time, though, that he could feel her. The particular feeling her body gave off to his, her scent, everything - it was right there. He was choking it down like thick air.
She couldn't be there. She was dead. She had been dead for two years. He'd struggled on for two years. He had been heartbroken for two years....this couldn't be...
He could so easily reach out and touch her, find out once and for all if she was an illusion or not, but he wasn't sure he could take the reality if she was.
She stood there, watching him for a moment and wrapped her arms more tightly around herself. Of all the people around her, he was probably the one person she could actually stand to let touch her, but she wasn't entirely sure that she wouldn't flinch away when it happened. It wasn't the lack of contact that was troubling her, though. It was the fact that he was just standing there, looking at her, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking.
She knew she should explain. It probably would have been the best thing, for her to explain, but she didn't want to launch into that without knowing what it was he was thinking. What it was he wanted.
Her voice wrapped tightly around his lungs, or his throat, or whatever it was that would have helped him speak. Words were impossible. Her world had yet to be his, and he had no idea how to make sense of her being there.
It took another moment, but his hand came up slowly - very slowly - and reached for her cheek.
There was a small, slight jerk away from him as he reached for her, but she shook it off, actually allowing his hand to make contact. The minute she felt the warmth of his skin against hers, the gentleness of the touch itself, she caved, tears that should have come hours ago starting to fall of their own accord as she took half a step towards him, hoping that he'd let her come the rest of the way.
His breath caught as his hand rested on her cheek and he could feel her against his skin. Her warmth, her skin...her tears. It was real. She was there.
And the second he got to that realization, his whole body eased - the best it could in such a situation. "Bela..." he murmured softly. And he was stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could, burying his face in her hair.
She collapsed into him, pressing her face into his shoulder as she cried. She had thought that she was done crying, after an eternity of doing just that, but once she started she just couldn't stop, and held on to him tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon.
His arms held her tighter as she cried. He sighed, not wanting to let go any time soon, lest she disappear on him again. He couldn't even move to pull her inside and close the door, maybe sit down. He could only hold her.
Eventually her breathing started to slow and she calmed down more, but she didn't move from where she was, just continuing to relax against him. He was -- safe. Or, at least, that was how she felt when she was with him, whether or not it was actually true, she didn't really know. Once her breathing was a bit more even, and she had a bit more control of herself, she started to speak.
"It's a rather long story," she sighed softly, before starting to straighten a bit so that she was looking at him. "I'm not even sure if I really understand it myself. More to the point, I'm not even sure if you'd believe me."
Because really, who would believe someone who said that they were pulled from Hell?
She nodded slowly, meeting his eyes as she did her best not to give in and lean in to the touch. It was the first kind touch that she'd had from someone other than Sam in the longest time, and she wanted to do her best to savor it while she had it.
He held her gaze for a moment, then leaned in and closed his eyes as he softly kissed her cheek. Then he kissed her other cheek, and her forehead, and either side of her forehead...
She closed her eyes letting her body rest against his as her hands came up to cover his, eventually tipping her head back just enough to catch his lips in a warm kiss.
"We'll stay to make sure they don't shoot you or something," Sam sighed as she started to climb out of the car. She would have protested, but she didn't feel like starting a fight. She needed her energy to deal with what was waiting on the other side of that door.
When the door opened and she saw him, however, she nearly broke down into tears. She'd been away for so long and through so much that she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to handle it, but for right now, all she wanted to do was throw herself at him, let him hold her and promise her that everything was going to be fine. What she actually did, though, was just stare for a while before she actually managed to speak.
"Hello, Michael."
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But it wasn't the first time he had thought he was seeing her.
This was the first time, though, that he could feel her. The particular feeling her body gave off to his, her scent, everything - it was right there. He was choking it down like thick air.
She couldn't be there. She was dead. She had been dead for two years. He'd struggled on for two years. He had been heartbroken for two years....this couldn't be...
He could so easily reach out and touch her, find out once and for all if she was an illusion or not, but he wasn't sure he could take the reality if she was.
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She knew she should explain. It probably would have been the best thing, for her to explain, but she didn't want to launch into that without knowing what it was he was thinking. What it was he wanted.
"Please say something."
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It took another moment, but his hand came up slowly - very slowly - and reached for her cheek.
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And the second he got to that realization, his whole body eased - the best it could in such a situation. "Bela..." he murmured softly. And he was stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could, burying his face in her hair.
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"I'm sorry."
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Because really, who would believe someone who said that they were pulled from Hell?
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