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30 December 2010 @ 06:04 am

Title: Girl, Interrupted. Girl, Unobserved.
Rating: PG-13
Length: 789 words
Warnings: there's talk of shooting people. Ooo, scary.
Spoilers: Set during the episode Dark Side Of The Moon in Season 5 of Supernatural and post Serenity.
Pairings/characters: Sam Winchester/River Tam, mentions of Dean and Bobby
Notes: I originally posted this on tumblr, so it comes with a pretty picture! Yay!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or Firefly or Serenity. I am not affiliated with Joss Whedon or Eric Kripke in anyway and if I was, I’d lock them in a room together for as long as it would take for them to come up with an epic show together. They’d thank me for it later.

River would go on walks in the mornings while she was at Bobby’s. And it was during one of these early morning walks that everything began to unravel.

 River would go on walks in the mornings while she was at Bobby’s. Sam and Dean had left her there a little over a week ago, claiming they were going on a dangerous hunt, but she knew the real reason why. They didn’t want to involve her in their destiny. They figured she was already screwed up enough that seeing whatever would happen would probably break her irrevocably. So they lied to her and even when she gave them dirty looks and called them out on it, they insisted that she stay with Bobby; and Bobby (agreeing with them, but wishing they would have dumped her elsewhere)begrudgingly took her in and was very slowly getting used to the crazy that was River Tam.

 He was usually pulling all nighters, doing research for a colleague or drinking and wishing he could be a real hunter again; so when River woke with the dawn (or pretended to) she could sneak out of the house, go out back and take a walk to get away from the painful memories concealed in the peeling wall paper of Bobby Singer’s house.

 It was during one of these early morning walks that everything began to unravel. River stopped suddenly, a chill running up her spine as her vision grew cloudy. She couldn’t see the greenery around her anymore. Instead, she saw a motel room, littered with beer cans and half empty whiskey bottles, dusty books and take out wrappers. And two twin beds next to one another, each with a Winchester on it.

 She stood in a corner like a ghost, there but not and no one could see her or hear her. She was a fly on the wall that no one heard buzzing.

 But something was wrong. So, so wrong. There were men,men with guns pointed at each of them and she could tell that this would not end well. What was worse was that she couldn’t do anything to help them. All she could do was watch.

 They were taken by surprise, Dean especially because he was asleep. Sam, she could see, had been up for at least five minutes.

 “Well, is it just me or do you two seem a tad upset?”

 “You think you can flick the switch on the Apocalypse... And just walk away, Sam?” One of the gun-toting men asked.

 Sam paled. “Who told you that?”

 “We ain’t the only hunters after you.” The hún dàn cocked his gun and Sam flinched. River watched with questioning eyes and could feel herself shaking already. She knew what was going to come. She could see it in their minds. They wanted him dead. They wanted her Sam dead. They were no better than the things they hunted, those wángbā dàn de biǎo zi.

 “No, no, no, no, no, no…” They couldn’t. No, something would stop it; something had to stop it. Something always did. But there could be no deals made today, or wishes taken back; no Angel to use his 'mojo' and bring Sammy back. River knew all this to be true and while the truth set some people free, this particular truth pinned River down and sat on her chest.

 “See ya in the next life.”

 “Hear me out! I can explain, okay?”

 “No, no, no, no, no…”


 The blast of the gun echoed through her mind. Two shots.

 Sam’s body crumpled as the shots threw him backward on his bed, his blood spilling from the holes in his chest and River screamed. She screamed as her heart broke and her cracked and fragile world shattered around her.

 Her hands flew up to her mouth. He was dead. She couldn’t even feel him anymore. He was gone before he hit the mattress and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Sobs racked her frame as she stood there, alone in a forest and in the shadows of a crime scene staring at the dead body of Sam Winchester.

River's gaze moved to Dean the moment he looked away from Sam's body and she then realized that she couldn't hear what the other men were saying anymore. She was fading out.

 It didn't matter though. She didn’t have to hear what the men were saying now to know that she was losing them both today. The look on Dean’s face said it all.

 Now that she could see the trees beginning to line her vision again, River did the only thing she could think of. She began to run back to the house. Maybe, just maybe, if she was quick enough, she could save one of them.


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death_of_dreams: Ram - Colourdeath_of_dreams on January 9th, 2011 06:51 am (UTC)
Ooh, the possibilities. I'd love to see a follow up - also this gave me a bunny. Bah! I don't have room for all the plot bunnies anymore, I am living in a world of rabbits.
bunnybabibunnybabi on January 16th, 2011 10:43 pm (UTC)
Oooo Bunny? I love bunnies! -picks up a plot bunny and huggles it- IT'S SO FLUFFYYYYY!

I was thinking of writing a follow up for it... Probably will in my spare time. xD I would love to hear about your bunny though, I am very curious xD