god bless gordan ramsey
He let himself live an extra four years.
Well, to be exact, an extra four years, three months, and eight days.
Dean was gone and nothing could bring him back this time.
Sam wasn’t the same. It was unlike any death the brothers had experienced before. Something told Sam deep down inside, this was it. There was an eerie peaceful acceptance that washed over him. He wouldn’t talk. Would barely move. He became a shell of a person, his life force ripped away when Dean’s heart stopped beating.
Jody tended to him as best she could. There was no light in his eyes. He survived, but he wasn’t living. Jody didn’t know all the details since Sam wouldn’t speak.
She’d found him alone in the rundown house they’d been squatting in. He’d actually sent her a letter via the US postal service, asking her to come, brief details of a hunt gone wrong. She thought it odd he hadn’t called or texted, and made her way to him as quickly as she could. Upon her arrival, she understood – he’d needed time.
Sam had already salted and burned Dean’s body, all of his belongings, and the Impala. For all she could gather, it surprised her that he didn’t throw himself on the pyre. He made eye contact with her once, opened his mouth and attempted to speak before promptly shutting it and going to sit outside on the porch.
He spent his days there, just watching over the open fields. Sitting inside near the window when it was too cold. Never any emotion, just blank stares and minimal monotonous movements. So she did what she could for him, even reached out to Garth about how to break whatever spell he seemed to be under.
When Garth came to visit, he took one look at Sam and knew. This was no spell. He told Jody the same. It wasn’t even grief. Sam was waiting to die.
Waiting for what, they had no clue – and given all their training and hunter experience, they couldn’t understand why or figure out the only clue they had – Sam himself. He was just biding his time until he could be with his brother again.
Four years, three months, and eight days. The exact amount of time Dean had lived until Sam came into his life, their souls calling to each other. The exact amount of time Sam would live until he joined his brother in their shared Heaven, when their souls would reunite.
Is anyone going to talk about the fact that after Dean killed the vamp he said to Sam, “Yeah, I know, you wouldn’t have done the same for me”? Because I heard it, and it made me die a little inside.
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE MARK OF CAIN
This is why I love Jody Mills. She doesn’t need saving.
She does the saving.
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