sam winchester. (giantish) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-06-18 19:14:00 |
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Anyone looking at Sam Winchester would never guess what a complete fucking mess he was inside at that moment. His expression was neutral and his hands were steady. The only clue that might have given him away was his speed as he drove from the Bunker toward the park. Toward Jess. The truth was, he was a mess. Sam had only been 22 when Jess had died. 13 very long years ago. But she'd been the love of his life. And while he'd moved on with life, he never really got over her. And yes, he'd seen more than his fair share of loved ones returning from the grave, but in all that time he'd never allowed himself to hope he'd see her again. Because it would hurt too much when it didn't happen. So he'd never let his thoughts to stray anywhere near that territory. So now that Jess was alive- now that she was here- and talking to him again, he felt the emotion beginning to overtake him. She would probably hate him, his darker thoughts told him. After all, he'd lied to her, gotten her killed. He was the reason her life had been so tragically short. And even if she didn't hate him (and that was a big if), he wasn't the same person she'd loved anymore. She deserved to be with someone more than him. Sam took a deep breath after he'd parked the car and heaved his tall frame out of it. His plan of action now firmly in mind. He'd find Jess. He'd tell her the truth about everything. He'd apologize to her. And most importantly, he'd keep her safe. But that was it. He ran his fingers tensely through his long hair, and tried to square up the shoulders that were much broader than she'd remember. He walked with purpose toward the center of the park, where he knew she'd be waiting. And while he'd tried to prepare himself the best he could, he still felt a tightness in his chest as he grew close enough to see her features again. He swallowed thickly and had to resist the urge to run up and sweep her into his arms. "Jess," he called her name instead. |