Sam's p.o.v-
My heart beat loudly in my ears. A soft smile played on my lips as I kissed all over her forehead, face, anywhere I could. She nuzzled into my chest and I sighed in content. Thoughtlessly, I placed my hand on her chest, covering her...
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Sam p.o.v
It had to be October13th. I swear it had to be. There isn't much to do in this basement,so I had been counting back all the days, trying to get the perfect match. Ithad taken a long time, but I think I got it. The date came to mind as I leanedon the stair rale. There wasn't much to cling to as I hallucinated, but atleast I had the date. I knew that was real. I could have that much.
After being kicked down the stairs I had given up, i had been tortured, physically and emotionally. She got into my head made me think things I didn't want. Flashes of the dead crossing my mind, flashes of everything that hurt, was hurting. If only I had been quick enough to go up the steps, I could go back and find Cass and De- I could go back and find Cass and pray he was ok. Then we could deal with his funeral. He didn't deserve this, after everything we've been through we deserved to live happily until we're old and fat, but then again, so do all hunters.
I gazed up towards the broken glass and wished I would've actually done it. I started reaching and then grabbed it it was in my hands, then I stopped suddenly remembering what i had secretly overheard dean saying to Cass "Protect him, if this- when this works, he' gonna be a mess, look out for him, make sure he doesn't do anything.. stupid." This isn't what he wanted, hell dean would laugh his ass off after seeing me being "taken down by a girl" then he'd kick my ass seeing me even think about this. I wasn't gonna stop not after everything he gave up for this. I wouldn't leave Cass either, I wouldn't break Cass's oath for him.
I honestly didn't know how to get out though. Soon the exhaustion rendered me almost completely asleep. My eyes quick to shut and dragging when it came to opening, my head sore from constantly try to fight leaning on the stair's handlebar. I was losing this battle and I started to care less and less. Closing my eyes was a relief that couldn't be stopped. Soon I was covered in a warm dark blanket of comfort, dulling out the pain of my foot and the flashes of memories I was still fighting. I had almost completely been surrounded by this fog that I wasn't so sure I would come out of when need be when I heard something, my head quickly snapping up crawling up the stairs to try and hear whats happening.
I heard some shuffling and thought I was just going crazy when- BAM! following was a tinkling of what sounded like glass shards and a short scream that was quickly smothered into non-existence. By this time I had my ear up to the door, when suddenly I hear creaking and my eyes are so flooded with the bright light coming from above that I have to crawl down the stairs, and slowly my eyes get used to it enough to see a silhouette blocking some of the light. Eventually my eyes accept the light and see the finer details of this unknown person.
When I look the figure over, I can only tell a few things. Judging by the stature it seemed to be a female with long hair, she had a shorter statures, her eyes were bright silver. I wasn't sure what tribe, but she was definitely from native decendence. Her body covered in black jeans and a gray hoodie. Even thought all of these thoughts taken in only a few seconds, I could tell she had assessed me as well. While my thoughts began to question who this was, she took the initiative to start the conversation.
