Fic: Ramblings
Title: Ramblings
Prompt: Kiss prompt - other: to shut them up
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some angst & spazzing
Summary: What if you were the one who jump started the Apocalypse? You'd probably never forget it. (Sam/Marla.)
He did it. It was all his fault. Sam couldn't forget as much as he tried. Even thought Dean said they'd stop talking about it, it was still the giant elephant in the Impala they couldn't avoid. Sucking in a breath as they pulled into the motel, Sam furrowed his brow. They were about to meet up with Marla Tudor, their old friend that they sort of took under their wing for a while. He couldn't even think of how he'd explain the whole situation to her. Just saying “Hey Marla. I screwed up and ended the world. What's new with you?” seemed pretty stupid to him.
Dean said something about picking up food, but Sam wasn't listening as he got out of the car. He was more concerned about the lump in his throat that felt the size of a golf ball and her reaction. Would she hate him? Would she understand or rub it in with an 'I told you so'?
He shook his head clear of the thoughts and heard the Impala roar out of the parking lot. Sam looked to the room in front of him. Number 12. The one she was waiting in. It took everything to just walk the few steps and knock on the door. When the door swung open, Marla's smiling face greeted him. “Hey Sam.”
Sam gave the best smile he could muster and said, “Marla, hi.”
She moved aside, welcoming him in. He stepped into the motel room, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and walking to the middle of the room. “So how was the trip?”
“Long.” Too long to Sam. It gave him all that time to think about what he did. “Look, I have to tell you something.”
“What?” She watched him curiously as she sat at the table by the door, crossing her arms in front of her as if she were cold.
He still didn't know how to word it. “I...” She was looking at him, wanting to know what he had to say. Sam gave a small sigh and pushed his hair back. “I killed Lilith...and broke the final seal.” He looked at her to see her reaction. Marla's expression softened and her jaw fell open. Sam turned his gaze to the floor. “I know, I shouldn't have done it. But what other choice did I have? Ruby said that she had to be stopped and I didn't know what it would do. And Ruby... Dean killed her. She tricked me into drinking the demon blood. Marla, you were right about--”
He looked up and Marla cut him off with a kiss. She then gave him a concerned look and said, “It's okay Sam. It wasn't your fault.”
Giving a weak smile, he pulled her closer into a hug. That was what he needed. He needed to know she didn't hate him. Everyone else had been saying the same thing, but it was different from her. “Thank you.”
“Stop beating yourself up for it, okay?” Sam pulled back, keeping her at arm's length and nodded, smiling a little. “Now where's Dean so I can high five him?” He had to laugh at that. Some things would always be the same.
Prompt: Kiss prompt - other: to shut them up
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some angst & spazzing
Summary: What if you were the one who jump started the Apocalypse? You'd probably never forget it. (Sam/Marla.)
He did it. It was all his fault. Sam couldn't forget as much as he tried. Even thought Dean said they'd stop talking about it, it was still the giant elephant in the Impala they couldn't avoid. Sucking in a breath as they pulled into the motel, Sam furrowed his brow. They were about to meet up with Marla Tudor, their old friend that they sort of took under their wing for a while. He couldn't even think of how he'd explain the whole situation to her. Just saying “Hey Marla. I screwed up and ended the world. What's new with you?” seemed pretty stupid to him.
Dean said something about picking up food, but Sam wasn't listening as he got out of the car. He was more concerned about the lump in his throat that felt the size of a golf ball and her reaction. Would she hate him? Would she understand or rub it in with an 'I told you so'?
He shook his head clear of the thoughts and heard the Impala roar out of the parking lot. Sam looked to the room in front of him. Number 12. The one she was waiting in. It took everything to just walk the few steps and knock on the door. When the door swung open, Marla's smiling face greeted him. “Hey Sam.”
Sam gave the best smile he could muster and said, “Marla, hi.”
She moved aside, welcoming him in. He stepped into the motel room, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and walking to the middle of the room. “So how was the trip?”
“Long.” Too long to Sam. It gave him all that time to think about what he did. “Look, I have to tell you something.”
“What?” She watched him curiously as she sat at the table by the door, crossing her arms in front of her as if she were cold.
He still didn't know how to word it. “I...” She was looking at him, wanting to know what he had to say. Sam gave a small sigh and pushed his hair back. “I killed Lilith...and broke the final seal.” He looked at her to see her reaction. Marla's expression softened and her jaw fell open. Sam turned his gaze to the floor. “I know, I shouldn't have done it. But what other choice did I have? Ruby said that she had to be stopped and I didn't know what it would do. And Ruby... Dean killed her. She tricked me into drinking the demon blood. Marla, you were right about--”
He looked up and Marla cut him off with a kiss. She then gave him a concerned look and said, “It's okay Sam. It wasn't your fault.”
Giving a weak smile, he pulled her closer into a hug. That was what he needed. He needed to know she didn't hate him. Everyone else had been saying the same thing, but it was different from her. “Thank you.”
“Stop beating yourself up for it, okay?” Sam pulled back, keeping her at arm's length and nodded, smiling a little. “Now where's Dean so I can high five him?” He had to laugh at that. Some things would always be the same.