say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

022. isolation

The three hunters -- all in gray jumpsuits -- are led down a flight of stairs and down a concrete hallway. They each stop in front of individual prison cells that are next to each other.

Miranda looks over at Sam who is already looking at her while the men unlock the cells.

'I love you' Sam mouths and Miranda gently smiles.

'I love you, too' She mouths back.

The man roughly grabs Miranda's arm, forcing her into the cell.

"Watch it, macho." She sneers as he shoves her inside.

Sam's heart pulls at his wife's voice, knowing it's probably the last time for a while he'll hear it.

The guy shoves Sam into his own cell.

Miranda is sitting on the edge of the cot, staring at the wall. She only glances over as the door opens, but looks away before the guy walks in.

"Hi, Mirnada. How you doing? Can I, uh, get you some coffee? Water? Or you hungry?" He digs through his pockets. "I got a chocolate bar here somewhere. Don't tell my wife. I'm sure Sam can relate to that." Miranda resists the urge to roll her eyes. Especially knowing the roles are reversed. "So... you've had a day. Wanna tell me about it?"

Miranda doesn't say anything, continuing to stare at the wall.

"Like, for example, why you went after the leader of the free world? Well, let me guess. You don't like cops. Hell, I get it. We can be real jackasses. But you're gonna talk to me, sweetheart. You just are. Now that's not a threat. I don't believe in torture. Doesn't work. Oh, I've seen folks waterboarded, cut on. And they talk. Ooh, they do."

"But they never tell you what they need. You know what does work, though? Every time? Nothing. See, when I leave, that door closes, and it stays closed, and you stay in the dark. Now, maybe that doesn't sound so bad."

"But after a month? A year? You spend enough time staring at these walls, just you and all that nothing, you'll get so crazy to talk, to see someone real, you'll tell me exactly what I need. You'll tell me with a smile. It'll just take some time. Of course, the thing is, after what you did, no one's in a hurry to get you that phone call. So you and me, we got all the time in the world."

Miranda flinches as the door slams shut. She takes a deep breath, running her hands over her face, going up to her hair, fingers dug into her scalp.

Her heart speeds as she thinks about Sam quite literally next door but she has zero access to him. Her heart picks up even more as she thinks of her kids. The three left alone and soon confused at the bunker, not knowing where their parents are.

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"You left them?" Mary asks.

"No, I... Dean told me to go." Cas says. "The woman--"

"The one you lost?" Mary cuts him off.

"I didn't. I... I thought that she--"

"Stop making excuses!" Mary lets out a sigh after a moment. "Why... if they needed my help, why didn't they call me?" Mary asks.

"You were out." Cas says.

"I heard mommy and daddy talking and one of them said you're not super reliable." Carly says. "I won't say who. Figure that out for yourself."

"How did we let this happen, Castiel?" Mary sighs.

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Miranda's days consisted of eating, sleeping, walking around in circles, sometimes working out, even trying meditation once. She managed to sleep sometimes, though knows she hasn't been this sleep deprived since she got back from Purgatory.