#damnedimples

crawl into bed with dean

       Working with Sam usually consists of close calls and slight injuries, but this time Jane knows that things have gone a little too far. Sure, they’ve been successful in their case, but the cost of that goes way further than anything either one of them is willing to pay for it. The knife wound in her side is beyond him patching her up back at the motel, and she knows that as well as he does. If she’s to have any chance, even a slim one, she needs to get to a hospital fast—- but they’re in the middle of nowhere, so that’s an impossibility. The reality of their situation hits her, and then there’s an odd sensation in her chest, like her body is slowing down, and before she has a chance to catch herself, she falls. 

      She can feel the familiarity of Sam’s arms around her, but it’s different. He feels too far away. Like he’s embracing her in a dream, and no matter how hard she tries to hold on to him, she’s got the constant feeling that he’s slipping out of her grasp. The pain is wearing her out, and she considers giving in to the fatigue, but Sam’s voice breaks through the fog clouding her mind. Her vision is blurred as she looks up at him, and the effort of trying to focus exhausts her, so she lets her eyes flicker closed again.

                  “—-‘M trying. But.. It’s cold, Sam. I…”

       Words sting in her throat, and so she gives up on speaking; instead, she tangles cold fingers into his shirt, and concentrates on keeping her breathing as steady as possible. But everything aches, and she can’t focus on anything but the stabbing pain in her veins and the way the warmth fades from her limbs. Over the next few minutes she’s barely aware of Sam speaking to her, or of his hands applying pressure to staunch the blood flow. Her fate is no longer under her own control, and it terrifies her. Desperate, she sucks in as deep a breath as she can manage, and forces her body to obey her when she tries to open her eyes; the sudden light near blinds her, but she does her best to ignore it. The hunter has had a good run, but now she knows this is the end, and she needs to see Sam one last time before she lets go.

       And god, he’s beautiful. Even through his tears, he’s sunshine and home and everything she ever wanted and never thought she’d find. Somewhere, she finds the energy to give him a smile.

      This time, the words come easy, and she sighs them out with the last of her breath.