For prompting_muses Application
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
The sun was warm on his legs. It was the first thing he registered and in fact it might have been what woke him. In any case, he was now aware of a subtle rocking motion, the smell of salt and the sound of someone singing very softly.
He woke with a yawn and scrubbed a hand through his hair, rumpling it hopelessly before he ever opened his eyes.
It stilled his breath and made his heart thud faster. He gasped and drew her attention, the sight of him curving her lips in a smile. “Hey you.”
And he could not say a word. Perhaps it was fear of breaking this illusion, which was sure to be fragile. These sorts of things always were.
“I was thinking maybe we’d have Chinese for dinner. It’s too hot to cook,” she said absently. She was painting a seascape, tilting her head and randomly daubing the canvas with paint. She had a smudge of blue and her cheek. That was what drove him from the hammock to stand beside her, reaching out ever so tentatively to wipe the smudge. Brow furrowed as he stared at his thumb, the blue paint transferred to his skin; from hers.
“You okay, Sammy?”
Head cocked, still wondering if this was real, how this was real, he nodded. “Yeah…Jess…”
Her brows raised and she waited for him to finish his sentence when he didn’t she laughed.
And he knew this was heaven.
“I’ve think all the sun has addled your brain.”
“Probably,” he nodded but he reached out and pulled her to him. He’d forgotten how she fit against him. Pieces of a puzzle, he could hear her saying.
“I…Jess…did something happen to me recently?”
Jess looked up at him. He could feel her cheek move against him and her arms wrapped around his waist. “Sam…are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah…yeah…I’m fine,” he nodded as he threaded his fingers through her hair. Silky soft ropes.
She smiled again and the sun was even warmer. She reached up with one hand and squeezed his face then tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
“Good. Because you’re going to have to go.”
The waves crashed and his heart broke, his face fell and he shook his head. “I just got here, Jess.”
“Don’t be silly. You’ve been asleep for hours. Next time I’ll wake you up. You’re gonna be okay, Sammy. You’ve got a good heart and a great soul. They can’t take that away from you. Now you gotta go and I have to get back to painting. If it dries I won’t be able to do anything with it.”
He drank her up, soaked in her smile and her smell. Fingers tangled deeper in her hair. Silken ropes binding him here.
“Go on. Right through that door. They won’t wait on you.” She reached up and disentangled his hand then stepped back. He watched as she went back to her painting, sucking on her lower lip while she considered something. She looked up at him, smiled and nodded at him.
Sam jumped, startling himself into wakefulness. He wiped at the mouth and looked over at Dean who was grinning like an idiot.
“Dude, you’re hilarious when you fucking talk in your sleep. You want to become a painter now?”
Sam shook his head and ran a hand over his hair, trying to make it behave. He could still feel her wound around him, her scent in his nose and her warmth against his body. However, wherever she was, he was not and he wondered if he would have stayed with her if he could have.
“Where are we?” Facts helped ground him and chased away the dream. He was desperate to get rid of the dregs still clinging to him. It hurt to know what might have been and what will never be so he moved forward, leaving that behind and secretly hoping sleep will bring it again. Forward is the mission, the case, the job.
“30 miles from Wilmington. We gotta go just on the other side of it. I figure we’ll stop, have a piece of pie and see what we can find out before finding a place to crash.”
The window was cool against his forehead as he leaned against it, a silent agreement or at least not an argument about the suggested plan. And Dean was always ready to accept that.
“What the hell were you dreaming about?”
“I don’t remember.”
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
The sun was warm on his legs. It was the first thing he registered and in fact it might have been what woke him. In any case, he was now aware of a subtle rocking motion, the smell of salt and the sound of someone singing very softly.
He woke with a yawn and scrubbed a hand through his hair, rumpling it hopelessly before he ever opened his eyes.
It stilled his breath and made his heart thud faster. He gasped and drew her attention, the sight of him curving her lips in a smile. “Hey you.”
And he could not say a word. Perhaps it was fear of breaking this illusion, which was sure to be fragile. These sorts of things always were.
“I was thinking maybe we’d have Chinese for dinner. It’s too hot to cook,” she said absently. She was painting a seascape, tilting her head and randomly daubing the canvas with paint. She had a smudge of blue and her cheek. That was what drove him from the hammock to stand beside her, reaching out ever so tentatively to wipe the smudge. Brow furrowed as he stared at his thumb, the blue paint transferred to his skin; from hers.
“You okay, Sammy?”
Head cocked, still wondering if this was real, how this was real, he nodded. “Yeah…Jess…”
Her brows raised and she waited for him to finish his sentence when he didn’t she laughed.
And he knew this was heaven.
“I’ve think all the sun has addled your brain.”
“Probably,” he nodded but he reached out and pulled her to him. He’d forgotten how she fit against him. Pieces of a puzzle, he could hear her saying.
“I…Jess…did something happen to me recently?”
Jess looked up at him. He could feel her cheek move against him and her arms wrapped around his waist. “Sam…are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah…yeah…I’m fine,” he nodded as he threaded his fingers through her hair. Silky soft ropes.
She smiled again and the sun was even warmer. She reached up with one hand and squeezed his face then tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
“Good. Because you’re going to have to go.”
The waves crashed and his heart broke, his face fell and he shook his head. “I just got here, Jess.”
“Don’t be silly. You’ve been asleep for hours. Next time I’ll wake you up. You’re gonna be okay, Sammy. You’ve got a good heart and a great soul. They can’t take that away from you. Now you gotta go and I have to get back to painting. If it dries I won’t be able to do anything with it.”
He drank her up, soaked in her smile and her smell. Fingers tangled deeper in her hair. Silken ropes binding him here.
“Go on. Right through that door. They won’t wait on you.” She reached up and disentangled his hand then stepped back. He watched as she went back to her painting, sucking on her lower lip while she considered something. She looked up at him, smiled and nodded at him.
Sam jumped, startling himself into wakefulness. He wiped at the mouth and looked over at Dean who was grinning like an idiot.
“Dude, you’re hilarious when you fucking talk in your sleep. You want to become a painter now?”
Sam shook his head and ran a hand over his hair, trying to make it behave. He could still feel her wound around him, her scent in his nose and her warmth against his body. However, wherever she was, he was not and he wondered if he would have stayed with her if he could have.
“Where are we?” Facts helped ground him and chased away the dream. He was desperate to get rid of the dregs still clinging to him. It hurt to know what might have been and what will never be so he moved forward, leaving that behind and secretly hoping sleep will bring it again. Forward is the mission, the case, the job.
“30 miles from Wilmington. We gotta go just on the other side of it. I figure we’ll stop, have a piece of pie and see what we can find out before finding a place to crash.”
The window was cool against his forehead as he leaned against it, a silent agreement or at least not an argument about the suggested plan. And Dean was always ready to accept that.
“What the hell were you dreaming about?”
“I don’t remember.”