WHO: Sam Winchester, Faith Lehane, and OPEN to anyone/everyone else involved. WHAT: Rescue time! WHEN: Backdated to the end of this thread. WHERE: A Wolfram & Hart owned warehouse. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
Bare arms wrapped themselves around Faith's body, clinging tightly as though the world itself happened to be crumbling all around them; as though if he held on tightly enough, they'd be the only two to make it out alive. The way it looked, maybe from an outside perspective, it seemed as though he were trying to shield her from something invisible with the way he held her close. Maybe the scorching waves of heat that burned into the room. Not quite burning their bodies, not to the touch, but drowning them all the same on the inside. The furnaces blasted furiously, sucking out what little oxygen remained within the small, closed up box of a space that surrounded them, leaving the two figures huddled together in the corner with less time to spare on what may have very well been the final moments of their lives.
Sweat dripped into his eyes, but Sam didn't bother swiping it away. He kept his forehead pinned to Faith's own, fingers desperately tightening their hold around her smaller frame, keeping her close. He had drawn back, for a short while, if only to breath a little, but now he was leaning forward to kiss her again, that fleeting rush of desperation guiding him to show her just how much he cared before they began to black out entirely.
Already, the corners of his vision had begun to fade. Despite that unbearable factor, Sam knew that there was one thing here that he would never lose sight of, even after - God help them - they lost themselves entirely to the reapers that were, in his own mind, circling their bodies. Sliding his fingers through Faith's dark hair, Sam painfully pried his mouth away from her own and forced his weary eyes to take her in. One last time, he decided, swallowing the lump in his throat.
He would never see his family again. He'd never be able to make it right with his Dad or tell Ben that he was coolest little kid that he'd ever met. Reassuring his Mom that she wasn't at fault for what he was, that he loved her more than she realized. And Dean. Sam would never be able to tell Dean that he was glad for that night, back at Stanford. He was glad that Dean was the one who had dragged him out of that fire. Sam was glad that he had come back for him. No one would get to hear that though. In fact, as his mind began to numb and his vision darkened just a tiny bit more, Sam knew that there truly was only one person that he'd be able to properly say goodbye to. Sam bowed his head forward, arms pulling Faith close to him, and he kissed her with all that he had left in him. This was it, wasn't it? Goodbye.
[NOTES: This would be post the interrogation/after the Sam/Faith thread! I imagine there will be a few vampires guarding the industrial fridge furnace that they're in in addition to the surrounding warehouse, so taking them down would be ideal before getting to the door. This thread takes place right after the final tags in the linked entry and anyone who was/is involved with the rescue can feel free to tag in!]