November - SN fanfic - PG13
Title: November
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: *shrugs*
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 690
Point of view: third
Forever after, she’ll equate November with fire.
-
For weeks, she’s afraid to be alone. Dean gets them a hotel room and goes shopping for clothes; Sam just holds her, lying on the bed, rubbing circles on her back, muttering nonsense in a soothing tone.
They don’t treat her like a child and they believe her when she describes what attacked her.
Eventually, though, Sam has to return to his job and school. That’s when Dean stays with her. She watches him sharpen knives and clean guns, watches him research on the internet and through books, listens to his voice and studies his face when he calls people.
She loves Sam more than anything, but his brother is fascinating.
-
Finally she feels ready to rejoin the world. It’s been three months, two weeks, five days, seventeen hours, and twenty minutes. She’d count the seconds, but they pass too quickly.
Sam goes with her to the first class, stays for half, and then has to hurry to his.
Dean is there when it’s over, strong and steady, with a quick grin and kind eyes. He walks with her across campus, quietly asks about the class and teacher and people she used to know. She answers and gets him to laugh, and she knows she loves Sam, wonderful Sam, but she’s falling for his brother and it hurts. It kills her, deep inside, this betrayal-
And Dean leaves her at the door with a smile.
-
They eat lunch together, the three of them, and she can’t look either in the eye. She leans away from Sam and ignores Dean; she knows it isn’t fair, that they’ve only been amazing to her, gone above and beyond the call of duty-
But none of this is fair. She doesn’t blame Sam, is certainly aware it wasn’t his fault, but her darkest thoughts in those dark days wondered. About Sam, about his past. And then Dean-nothing happened until he showed up at the apartment.
What if he led it to her?
But she glances up from her chicken sandwich and Dean’s eyes are hurt, such a kind hazel-and Sam is lost, she can see it on his face, written in his brilliant green gaze. What did I do wrong? he asks her silently. I’m sorry.
So she starts talking about the test next week that she isn’t ready for, and Won’t you help, Sam? And then she turns to Dean and says, Maybe you can show me what’s so cool about that engine you won’t shut up about.
-
On November 1, she rolls over in bed and looks at Sam’s face. His eyes are wide open and don’t move from her. You okay?
She nods shakily and presses in closer; he wraps his arms around her, kisses her forehead. I love you, Sam, she whispers. I love you, I love you, I love you.
I know, Jess, he responds. I know.
-
On November 3, Dean sharpens a knife and Jessica leans from behind him, kisses his lips. He freezes and goes to pull away, but her arms come around him and he doesn’t want to hurt her.
What are you doing? he asks and she shrugs, pressing in closer, harder, mouth demanding against his.
I don’t know, she mutters, and Sam is due home any minute, but she doesn't slow down at all.
Sometimes, she's thought they should have let her burn. Now she knows it's true. But she wants, she wants so much-
And from all of Sam’s stories, Dean knows only how to give.
-
Dean can’t look at his brother and Jessica can’t look away. Sam glances from one to the other and sighs, shakes his head, goes to take a shower.
Jessica follows. Dean resumes sharpening his knives.
She won’t speak first and Dean won’t speak till forced, and Sam will always look away.
November is fire and betrayal.
In the end, she wonders, kissing Sam's neck while the hot water beats down on them, who will leave first? Which of you will walk away?
They should have left her to burn.
Fandom: SN
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: AU for pilot
Pairings: *shrugs*
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 690
Point of view: third
Forever after, she’ll equate November with fire.
-
For weeks, she’s afraid to be alone. Dean gets them a hotel room and goes shopping for clothes; Sam just holds her, lying on the bed, rubbing circles on her back, muttering nonsense in a soothing tone.
They don’t treat her like a child and they believe her when she describes what attacked her.
Eventually, though, Sam has to return to his job and school. That’s when Dean stays with her. She watches him sharpen knives and clean guns, watches him research on the internet and through books, listens to his voice and studies his face when he calls people.
She loves Sam more than anything, but his brother is fascinating.
-
Finally she feels ready to rejoin the world. It’s been three months, two weeks, five days, seventeen hours, and twenty minutes. She’d count the seconds, but they pass too quickly.
Sam goes with her to the first class, stays for half, and then has to hurry to his.
Dean is there when it’s over, strong and steady, with a quick grin and kind eyes. He walks with her across campus, quietly asks about the class and teacher and people she used to know. She answers and gets him to laugh, and she knows she loves Sam, wonderful Sam, but she’s falling for his brother and it hurts. It kills her, deep inside, this betrayal-
And Dean leaves her at the door with a smile.
-
They eat lunch together, the three of them, and she can’t look either in the eye. She leans away from Sam and ignores Dean; she knows it isn’t fair, that they’ve only been amazing to her, gone above and beyond the call of duty-
But none of this is fair. She doesn’t blame Sam, is certainly aware it wasn’t his fault, but her darkest thoughts in those dark days wondered. About Sam, about his past. And then Dean-nothing happened until he showed up at the apartment.
What if he led it to her?
But she glances up from her chicken sandwich and Dean’s eyes are hurt, such a kind hazel-and Sam is lost, she can see it on his face, written in his brilliant green gaze. What did I do wrong? he asks her silently. I’m sorry.
So she starts talking about the test next week that she isn’t ready for, and Won’t you help, Sam? And then she turns to Dean and says, Maybe you can show me what’s so cool about that engine you won’t shut up about.
-
On November 1, she rolls over in bed and looks at Sam’s face. His eyes are wide open and don’t move from her. You okay?
She nods shakily and presses in closer; he wraps his arms around her, kisses her forehead. I love you, Sam, she whispers. I love you, I love you, I love you.
I know, Jess, he responds. I know.
-
On November 3, Dean sharpens a knife and Jessica leans from behind him, kisses his lips. He freezes and goes to pull away, but her arms come around him and he doesn’t want to hurt her.
What are you doing? he asks and she shrugs, pressing in closer, harder, mouth demanding against his.
I don’t know, she mutters, and Sam is due home any minute, but she doesn't slow down at all.
Sometimes, she's thought they should have let her burn. Now she knows it's true. But she wants, she wants so much-
And from all of Sam’s stories, Dean knows only how to give.
-
Dean can’t look at his brother and Jessica can’t look away. Sam glances from one to the other and sighs, shakes his head, goes to take a shower.
Jessica follows. Dean resumes sharpening his knives.
She won’t speak first and Dean won’t speak till forced, and Sam will always look away.
November is fire and betrayal.
In the end, she wonders, kissing Sam's neck while the hot water beats down on them, who will leave first? Which of you will walk away?
They should have left her to burn.