Seven Songs of Sam Series

Just One Yesterday

I thought of angels

Choking on their halos

Get them drunk on rose water

See how dirty I can get them

Pulling out their fragile teeth

And clip their tiny wings

Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name

It will be held against you

Anything you say can and will be held against you

So only say my name

I sat at the kitchen table with the photo album in front of me. I hadn't opened it yet. I couldn't. Every time I looked at it I remembered how Y/n had left. The way she kissed me and placed the album in my hands. Dean and Cas walked into the room their conversation stopping.

"Sammy, do you know anything about what happened?" My brother asked again. I shook my head, eyes never leaving the cover of the photo book.

"All I know, is that she'd been having dreams about the night that her parents died, but some of the people had black eyes and she didn't remember that from when it actually happened." Dean and Cas looked at each other. This was the first time I had talked since she had left a month ago.

"Do she tell you exactly what happened?" Cas questioned.

"No." I sighed and leaned back, finally looking them in the eye. "She never told me more then that. I never asked." My hands were shaking, and I couldn't get them to stop. "I should have asked."

"Hey, it's not your fault Samuel."

"Don't call me that," I growled, standing and throwing the stupid album across the room. It narrowly missed hitting Dean in the head, Cas catching it right before it did.

"Sam. You need to look at this." He had opened it. I didn't want to see her smiling at me from the pages, but when he turned it around to show me, there weren't photos in it. The pages held drawings. The images telling a story I didn't want to read.

They told the story of a car crash, of the nurse with black eyes. The teacher who had eyes like that too. How her boyfriend would beat her till his eyes turned as well. How Dean and Sam walked into her life and the eyes went away from the people around her and into her dreams. There was a sketch of Y/n leaving with the Demon. And then there was an impression of wings. Burnt out wings on the ground.

"Dude, what does this mean?" Dean asked Cas, who had been staring at the wings for a little while now.

"Those are my wings. Y/n's going to kill me."

"I'm sorry, what now?" Dean wasn't the only one shocked by Cas' declaration but I just didn't show it on the outside.

"The demon that has her has been twisting her life to put her in situations that would train her to be the perfect weapon to kill me." Cas seamed to be taking the whole 'You're going to die' thing okay, considering.

"So what do we do?" I asked, my voice cracking at the thoughts that were swimming in my mind.

"We find out a way for us both to live."

If heaven's grief brings hell's rain

Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday

(I know I'm bad news)

For just one yesterday

(I saved it all for you)

Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way