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justprompts: Love Quote
this is demon!Sam... just older from where he is in current RP mentally.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)
They had a job in San Francisco. Dean had been hesitant to bring Sam along, but there was little choice. After all, what are you going to do with your demon brother who still shifts back and forth mentally from a 27 year old to a 5 year old? There's no babysitter in the world who would deal with that.
While Alec and Dean were hunting, Sam took a walk. Yes, he had his cell phone, Alec. Sam kept it on him all the time because Dean and Alec worried. Too much. But that was what they did, so Sam kept the phone on. He would call them later. Maybe find pie if they were having a bad day. Pie cheered Dean up. And milk for Alec. Or ice cream. Sam liked ice cream with hot fudge, Alec liked shakes, and Dean liked a scoop on his pie.
Sam stopped outside a building, and his eyes instantly went up to a window. He saw shadows in the window - a dark haired woman and him. His body. Together in an embrace, their lips pressed together in need.
His feet were taking him up the stairs before he realized it. The door was locked, but Sam took out a set of picks and opened it easily. Inside, the building was empty as the furniture and decorations had been taken down. But Sam remembered it in his mind. The couch was there. Table. Television where they had watched a horrible soap opera that she got him into. For weeks he watched it on youtube because she couldn't.
Madison.
Something was wrong here. The shadows were supposed to be at the window but they weren't. Instead, just the white curtains fluttering in the wind because someone had left the window open. But the window hadn't been opened before. He closed it, looking out at the street.
"Hello Sam."
He turned, and in the center of the room stood Madison. Still in his shirt. Her skin was pale, and she looked sad. "Madison."
She came closer, reaching up to put a hand against his cheek. It was cold and tingled a bit, but he couldn't help but look at her eyes. "Oh Sam, what happened to you?"
"I died." It was a simple answer, but so much more. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN!. "You did too. Why are you here?"
"I felt you coming and I had to see you again." She looked into his eyes, her head tilting a bit. "Sam, let me see your eyes."
He hesitated a bit. Dean hated seeing his eyes. Alec didn't mind, but it scared people. But she asked, so he closed his eyes and opened them again so that Madison would only see blackness where hazel had been.
Madison sighed and pressed her head against his chest. Again it was cold and tingled, but Sam closed his eyes, letting himself find something else in that touch. "I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Not your fault." Which was true. It wasn't hers. Sam had known when he was alive that he would end up in hell because of his demon blood. "You should not be a ghost. Why are you here?" Ghosts were spirits who couldn't pass on. Angry. Sad. Confused. Unwilling to accept.
She moved away from him, walking to the bedroom through the open door from the living room. Sam followed and watched her sit in the window. "I don't know. I guess I'm afraid I'll end up in hell too."
"You didn't mean to kill those people," Sam said, joining her. "The werewolf was not you. You were a good person."
Madison laughed sadly. "You only say that because you want me to feel better."
"No. You were." He sat beside her, reaching for her hand. Cold. Tingles. "Madison, I couldn't love you if you were not."
She smiled a bit. "You're not God, Sam. I think He has a different opinion."
"No." He held her tighter until her hand faded and Sam was clutching air as her hand reformed above his. "No, you are good. You need to believe it."
She looked back at him into his black eyes, then leaned forward and kissed him. Sam closed his eyes, a gasp escaping his mouth as he felt the tingles go straight down his spine. The contact also made him feel the sadness and fear in her and he couldn't hold back the tear that escaped down his cheek.
"You're good too, Sam. But you still went to hell," she whispered, pressing herself against him.
He tried to think. To explain. But he just held her in the window until the sun started to set. There was a howling and both of them lifted their heads to look out the window at the moon. The full moon.
Instantly Madison pushed away from the window, looking around frantically. "No, please no I don't want to change again."
"Madison, you can't."
But as Sam watched he saw her slowly start to transform in front of him. And then he realized why she had not crossed over. She had died knowing there was a beast in her. A beast she couldn't control. And she had not let it go.
He closed his eyes a moment, then held his hand out to freeze her in place. Angry eyes of a werewolf glared at him, but Sam wasn't afraid. "Let it go," he spoke softly. "The werewolf is not a part of you."
"Yes it is," came the growling voice.
"No. It is not." He took a step closer, his eyes softening. "You won't be at peace until you understand that. Madison. You are good. The werewolf is not you. It is what happened to you. Let it die."
There was a moment that Sam hoped she understood. Sam didn't think a werewolf ghost was a good thing. It could still hurt people. And he didn't want to have to kill Madison again. He had cried a lot when he did it the first time. He had been sick. But Dean took care of him.
"Please." He asked softly. "For me."
There was an understanding in the ghosts eyes, and then there were two ghosts. The werewolf Madison on the ground. Dead. And the girl Madison standing over it, looking down. Then he looked at Sam and she was crying.
Sam lowered his hand and freed her. The werewolf disappeared, dead. But Madison rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Sam, kissing him hard enough that her energy backed him against the wall.
He kissed her back, and the tingles covered his entire body as she pressed against him. Happy. Grateful. Love.
But she wasn't cold anymore. Warm. And when Sam opened up his eyes she had a golden glow around her. "Sam," she whispered softly. "I see a light."
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "What does it look like?"
"It's beautiful Sam. Can you see it?"
Tears escaped from the corners of his eyes. "No, Madison. Tell me."
"It's warm. Like a pair of arms wrapped around you late at night. And it's bright, but doesn't hurt to look at."
"Then you should go," he said softly.
"Come with me?"
A hand on his cheek made him look down. Her eyes were so bright now. Happy. But she knew he couldn't. He didn't have to tell her. His black eyes were the answer. Instead he just pressed her cheek against his. "I love you," she whispered in his ear.
And then she was gone, and Sam was alone. He was shaking and sat in the window a moment before he could breath again. His body still tingled from her touch, and there was a warmth on his lips that he pulled into his mouth to taste one more time.
"I love you too," he said softly to the empty room. "Rest in peace."
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)
They had a job in San Francisco. Dean had been hesitant to bring Sam along, but there was little choice. After all, what are you going to do with your demon brother who still shifts back and forth mentally from a 27 year old to a 5 year old? There's no babysitter in the world who would deal with that.
While Alec and Dean were hunting, Sam took a walk. Yes, he had his cell phone, Alec. Sam kept it on him all the time because Dean and Alec worried. Too much. But that was what they did, so Sam kept the phone on. He would call them later. Maybe find pie if they were having a bad day. Pie cheered Dean up. And milk for Alec. Or ice cream. Sam liked ice cream with hot fudge, Alec liked shakes, and Dean liked a scoop on his pie.
Sam stopped outside a building, and his eyes instantly went up to a window. He saw shadows in the window - a dark haired woman and him. His body. Together in an embrace, their lips pressed together in need.
His feet were taking him up the stairs before he realized it. The door was locked, but Sam took out a set of picks and opened it easily. Inside, the building was empty as the furniture and decorations had been taken down. But Sam remembered it in his mind. The couch was there. Table. Television where they had watched a horrible soap opera that she got him into. For weeks he watched it on youtube because she couldn't.
Madison.
Something was wrong here. The shadows were supposed to be at the window but they weren't. Instead, just the white curtains fluttering in the wind because someone had left the window open. But the window hadn't been opened before. He closed it, looking out at the street.
"Hello Sam."
He turned, and in the center of the room stood Madison. Still in his shirt. Her skin was pale, and she looked sad. "Madison."
She came closer, reaching up to put a hand against his cheek. It was cold and tingled a bit, but he couldn't help but look at her eyes. "Oh Sam, what happened to you?"
"I died." It was a simple answer, but so much more. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN!. "You did too. Why are you here?"
"I felt you coming and I had to see you again." She looked into his eyes, her head tilting a bit. "Sam, let me see your eyes."
He hesitated a bit. Dean hated seeing his eyes. Alec didn't mind, but it scared people. But she asked, so he closed his eyes and opened them again so that Madison would only see blackness where hazel had been.
Madison sighed and pressed her head against his chest. Again it was cold and tingled, but Sam closed his eyes, letting himself find something else in that touch. "I'm sorry," she said softly.
"Not your fault." Which was true. It wasn't hers. Sam had known when he was alive that he would end up in hell because of his demon blood. "You should not be a ghost. Why are you here?" Ghosts were spirits who couldn't pass on. Angry. Sad. Confused. Unwilling to accept.
She moved away from him, walking to the bedroom through the open door from the living room. Sam followed and watched her sit in the window. "I don't know. I guess I'm afraid I'll end up in hell too."
"You didn't mean to kill those people," Sam said, joining her. "The werewolf was not you. You were a good person."
Madison laughed sadly. "You only say that because you want me to feel better."
"No. You were." He sat beside her, reaching for her hand. Cold. Tingles. "Madison, I couldn't love you if you were not."
She smiled a bit. "You're not God, Sam. I think He has a different opinion."
"No." He held her tighter until her hand faded and Sam was clutching air as her hand reformed above his. "No, you are good. You need to believe it."
She looked back at him into his black eyes, then leaned forward and kissed him. Sam closed his eyes, a gasp escaping his mouth as he felt the tingles go straight down his spine. The contact also made him feel the sadness and fear in her and he couldn't hold back the tear that escaped down his cheek.
"You're good too, Sam. But you still went to hell," she whispered, pressing herself against him.
He tried to think. To explain. But he just held her in the window until the sun started to set. There was a howling and both of them lifted their heads to look out the window at the moon. The full moon.
Instantly Madison pushed away from the window, looking around frantically. "No, please no I don't want to change again."
"Madison, you can't."
But as Sam watched he saw her slowly start to transform in front of him. And then he realized why she had not crossed over. She had died knowing there was a beast in her. A beast she couldn't control. And she had not let it go.
He closed his eyes a moment, then held his hand out to freeze her in place. Angry eyes of a werewolf glared at him, but Sam wasn't afraid. "Let it go," he spoke softly. "The werewolf is not a part of you."
"Yes it is," came the growling voice.
"No. It is not." He took a step closer, his eyes softening. "You won't be at peace until you understand that. Madison. You are good. The werewolf is not you. It is what happened to you. Let it die."
There was a moment that Sam hoped she understood. Sam didn't think a werewolf ghost was a good thing. It could still hurt people. And he didn't want to have to kill Madison again. He had cried a lot when he did it the first time. He had been sick. But Dean took care of him.
"Please." He asked softly. "For me."
There was an understanding in the ghosts eyes, and then there were two ghosts. The werewolf Madison on the ground. Dead. And the girl Madison standing over it, looking down. Then he looked at Sam and she was crying.
Sam lowered his hand and freed her. The werewolf disappeared, dead. But Madison rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Sam, kissing him hard enough that her energy backed him against the wall.
He kissed her back, and the tingles covered his entire body as she pressed against him. Happy. Grateful. Love.
But she wasn't cold anymore. Warm. And when Sam opened up his eyes she had a golden glow around her. "Sam," she whispered softly. "I see a light."
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. "What does it look like?"
"It's beautiful Sam. Can you see it?"
Tears escaped from the corners of his eyes. "No, Madison. Tell me."
"It's warm. Like a pair of arms wrapped around you late at night. And it's bright, but doesn't hurt to look at."
"Then you should go," he said softly.
"Come with me?"
A hand on his cheek made him look down. Her eyes were so bright now. Happy. But she knew he couldn't. He didn't have to tell her. His black eyes were the answer. Instead he just pressed her cheek against his. "I love you," she whispered in his ear.
And then she was gone, and Sam was alone. He was shaking and sat in the window a moment before he could breath again. His body still tingled from her touch, and there was a warmth on his lips that he pulled into his mouth to taste one more time.
"I love you too," he said softly to the empty room. "Rest in peace."