WHO: Thor and Pamela WHAT: Thor goes to find Pamela, following a sense both old and new WHEN: After the news of Dean and Sam spreads (backdated) WHERE: Lou’s WARNINGS: Mentions of character death STATUS: Closed and complete
Thor shook his head as he heard the news of Dean’s death and Sam’s hurting. He thought of Pamela, and of her ideas and her ways, and her connections to Dean and Sam. He knew this would affect her a great deal. Not really understanding it, he felt a tug, somewhere inside, and he followed it, driving where it led him. It was like a song, somewhere low and easy, familiar, and yet not, and it nudged him like an old friend.
When his senses cleared, he realized he was in front of Lou’s, parked, with the engine off. Shaking his head in wonder, he stepped out of his truck and headed inside the bar to find her.
***
Dean was dead. Sam was hurt. It seemed her vision had come true. It hadn’t helped. She hadn’t made her warning firm enough. Not detailed enough. And Johanna killed Dean..and loved him. God, she was a piece of shit! If she had known how Johanna had felt about Dean she would have kept away from him. Now, here they were. Fuck!
Pamela had trashed her house before she ran out. It was anyone’s guess how she’d gotten to Lou’s. It was a good thing the spirits looked out for her. Once she’d gotten to the bar she’d fallen into a bottle with no intention of coming back out.
***
Finding her wasn’t hard and Thor headed toward her table, and settled near her. “Hello, Pamela.” His voice was gentle, and kind, and he spoke her name softly. He hated to see her so sad, but she had once been very kind to him when he was sad, as well. And so he was there for the woman he cared about, and for a friend, at the same time.
He waved down the bartender and held up a single finger, then turned back to Pamela.
***
Pamela lifted her head when she heard Thor’s voice. For perhaps the first time she actually seemed as blind as she was. She didn’t turn her face toward him as she reached out with a shaking hand.
“He’s dead,” she managed. “Dean’s dead.”
***
Thor gripped her hand and kissed her hand, gently. “I heard and was drawn here. We shall raise glasses in his honor, and mourn his passing, my dear lady.” He wanted her to know she was not alone.
***
Her hand tightened on his as if she needed it to keep her from drowning. Her breath hitched in her throat. When your eyes had been burned out of your skull there weren’t any more tear ducts. Pamela couldn’t cry. All she could do was go through the body reactions that went along with the need.
She leaned against Thor, seeking his comfort. Her fingers curled against his shirt, clutching at him. “Don’t leave me.”
***
He pulled her in close. “Never. To death and beyond.” His words were soft, but held solemn promise, and there was a silent ring in the air as he said them, this son of Asgard, this god of thunder, who pledged his all to her.
His arms slid around her and held her, and he kissed her lips and her hair.
***
Eventually, Pamela would realize the depth of what Thor pledged to her. It might scare her, or reassure her. It would depend on what kind of mood she was in at the time.
For now, she shook a little in his arms, letting the alcohol play merry hell with her emotions. Long moments later she pulled back. She huffed as she touched a finger to her cheeks. “Dry. I can’t cry. Do you know how I lost my eyes?”
***
Thor hugged her close, stroking her back and hair. He would hold her, and keep her, until she was more than healed. He would keep her as long as she needed him.
When she pulled back, he nodded.
“You told me a little of it, but not the whole story, I think.” He was distracted by what was going on, and couldn’t remember for sure.
***
Pamela grabbed the bottle of whisky she’d been putting a dent in then took a long swig. Her hangover was going to be phenomenal.
“It was a favor,” she said as she slumped, leaning against the table. “Mutual friend contact me. Said the Winchester boys needed my help.” Pamela huffed as a strand of her hair fell into her face. “In our circles that name carries weight. Hell, I’d heard about them through the spiritual grapevine. They needed a favor you gave it.”
Another drink from the bottle, only this time a little whisky dribbled down her chin. Pamela swiped at it with her hand. “Dean had been in Hell. Literally. Something hauled him out, shoved him back into his body. They wanted to know who and or what. I was the best psychic there was. If anyone was going to find out it was me.” She shook her head. “I found out, all right. Got a good long look at an angel’s true form. Mortal eyes weren’t made for looking at raw Grace. Burned them right out.” She huffed again only this time it was more like when she’d been trying to cry. “You don’t turn the Winchesters away no matter what the cost.”
***
Thor listened, gently keeping contact with her, one hand touching her at all times, and nodded as she went, taking it all in. It was a heavy tale, of woe and joy and strangeness.
He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly when she finished her tale. “As I have known for some time, you are glorious, and brave, my dear woman. You charge in where others would fear to tread.” He was proud of her, and honored by her.
“You have done much good.”
***
It helped to have the touch. Pamela was so upset she wasn’t cheating to see. She actually felt blind so what Thor was doing was very reassuring. Pamela leaned into the attention, but it was a sloppy lean for as drunk as she was.
“Brave or stupid?”
***
Just touching her, stroking her hand and her side, made him feel connected to her, more and more. He shifted to be closer to her, to both hold her better and support her more.
“Brave. Twas not an action done out of stupidity. And it is not your fault beings of power are often very careless with their might. You did a true action for those who needed it done. And for that you were paid in unkind coin. But it was not the only bravery in you. I have seen much of it in you since i met you first.”
***
Her head lolled against him as she sighed. “Yeah well don’t tell anyone,” she said, her speech beginning to slur and slow down. At this rate, she’d be asleep and he’d have to carry her home. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”
***
“I think you mistake you reputation, dear one.” He kissed her forehead gently, stroking back her hair and sliding his arms around her more fully. He dropped a fifty on the table, and then lifted her in his arms, for why wait?
“Come. We should continue this before a roaring fire, just us.”
***
“Too hot for a fire,” Pamela whined, but she didn’t resist being picked up. She just lay her head on Thor’s massive shoulder. It made a great pillow. “Just us.”
***
“Just us, dear one. We can enjoy the fan instead, and cool sheets.” He grinned. “And some snuggles, yes?” He thought perhaps she would be asleep before then, but at least she would not wake up alone. He would not let her, not now.
He would be there for her, at least in this.
***
She was already almost asleep. “...yeah.” Thor got a lazy kiss to the cheek before Pamela put her head back down and practically went limp in his arms.