My Hopeless Dream...

[likely_evil]

It had been almost two years since Sam had stood in the doorway to Lana's home. Two years since he had wished her goodbye to go off and fight the devil. Fifteen months since he had sent her his Ipod with a goodbye audio file on it. And apparently when he had come out without a soul, he either had not come back, or he had but had screwed up royally.

Either way, now that he was himself again, he knew he needed to see her. He needed to let her know he was alive and that the devil was gone. To see just how her life had changed after that, and most of all, to just see if she was happy.

Leaving his brother at the motel a few towns over, Sam parked the Impala on the street and walked up to her door, and knocked on it gently. He turned a bit to look around the neighborhood as he waited for her to answer, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

He just hoped this wasn't a big mistake.

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[manorsuperman]

She closed her eyes and leaned against him. "I wish the two of you could have met," she said softly. "She always wanted me to end up with someone well-off who would ravish me with gifts..." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "But I know she would have loved you."

[likely_evil]

His hand went to stroke her hair gently. "That's good to know. Lately, I'm running out of people with that mindset."

[manorsuperman]

Lana took a breath before speaking. "I find that hard to believe."

[likely_evil]

"It's been a year and a half, apparently. Things happen."

He knew he had to ask. "There isn't... there isn't someone you're waiting to have come home..."

[manorsuperman]

"What?" She pulled away to stare at him for a moment. "No. I would think that would be obvious." She moved a hand to his cheek. "There's no one else. There never will be anyone else."

[likely_evil]

"Well, it's been almost two years. And I really shouldn't have been able to come back. So I wouldn't have blamed you if you had." He reached up to hold her hand against his cheek, having missed that feeling.

[manorsuperman]

Lana grinned slightly. "You obviously don't realize how hard you are to get over."

[likely_evil]

"I guess I don't. I'm flattered."

[manorsuperman]

She smiled at him, holding her hand there a few moments longer before pulling it away. "Didn't you want to clean up your arm?" she asked softly.

[likely_evil]

He smiled and nodded. "Yes, and something to wash the salt taste out of my mouth. Please."

[manorsuperman]

"I guess that means you have to put me down now..."

[likely_evil]

"Oh." He carefully put her down, then pulled his arm back to look at the cut that was starting to clot, but still was a mess.

[manorsuperman]

She smiled at him before hurrying toward the fridge and pouring Sam a glass of milk. It was so good to have him back with her, like some kind of weight had lifted, even with her recent loss.

[likely_evil]

Meanwhile, Sam went to the sink and bent over, cleaning off the blood from his arm and then groped around under the sink for a first aid kit that he thought would still be there.

At least it was three years ago. But that could have changed. But he was glad that Lana's feelings for him hadn't. There was a lot that could have happened, and she had every right to be pissed at him for how he had left. But seeing her smile... that was something he feared he would never see again.

[manorsuperman]

Sam would find that, despite the natural changes that come with life and the passage of time, everything was pretty much just as he remembered. Everything was still in its place and he was still the only man she loved enough to be with.

Lana offered him the glass with a grin mingled with the awe that he was even there.

[likely_evil]

He finished wrapping his arm and then took the glass, downing it to get that salty taste out of his mouth.

"Thanks," he said as he handed it back, then leaned against the sink as he rolled his sleeve down. He then smiled at her. "You look good, you know."

[manorsuperman]

She rinsed the glass then filled it again, leaving it in the sink to be washed properly later. "I'm sure blood-shot eyes go with whatever lipstick I have left."

[likely_evil]

He shook his head, reaching down to guide her face to look up at his. "Right now, you're one of the most beautiful things I could ever wish to see."

[manorsuperman]

That was, honestly, the sweetest thing she'd heard someone say to her in years. Which made her smile brighter than she had in years. "Were you always this charming? I can't remember."

[likely_evil]

"Neither can I, actually. I probably was long before all the stuff started eating away at me."

[manorsuperman]

That statement was a bit of a downer, but that was okay. She wanted to deal with the blood on her shirt before it was impossible to clean.

"I'll be right back, okay?"

[likely_evil]

He nodded. "I'm not going anywhere."

[manorsuperman]

Lana smiled at him before walking back into her bedroom. She peeled off the blood-stained shirt and tossed it into the bathroom sink with some cold water and salt, something that was always available no matter which room she was in.

Her first instinct was to replace the original shirt with a new one, but then she paused and instead slipped out of her slacks and sandals and slip on some black open-toed heels. She pulled on a silky purple robe as a finishing touch and did a quick mirror check before making her way back to Sam.

[likely_evil]

He had rolled his sleeve back down and reached into the fridge to get himself another glass of milk. There was a lingering taste of salt and it was annoying him.

He then looked around the kitchen, taking in the little changes. She was right that not a lot had changed, but a thing here or there. He stopped to look at some new photos on the wall and was about to take a sip of the milk when he heard her coming back.

"It looks like Clark is getting..." was about as much as he could get out of his mouth before he forgot what words were and the glass of milk nearly slipped out of his hand. It took him a moment, and he tried to recover.

"You um... that's new too..."

[manorsuperman]

She smirked a bit, her steps slower and more measured for that rhythmic clicking of her heels that, in her opinion, added to the seduction. "You may want to keep a better grip on that, Winchester."