Prompt 19 (LxM)
She's gone too far
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
She wanted truth but all she got was lies
Came the time to realize
And it was too late
- The Guess Who, Undone
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!!!!!! GRAPHIC VIOLENT SCENES!!!!!!!'>
Sometimes it was just better to not imagine what the boys did on their hunting trips when she'd wait at home and pace. Tending to the child and just rearranging random things in the kitchen cabinets. There was no concentrating on books, bills or anything else. There was only the shifting of dishes from one side to the other and then back again, labels on cans put perfectly forward and then from one place to another. They never knew where things were going to be when they came home.
She had changed into a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, turned the air conditioning up and then curled back up on the couch in a attempt to get a little bit of studying done for the bar exam she had in a few days. She was so excited, finally things were starting to go how they should. The life they deserved was well upon them. There was no turning back and nothing to go wrong. How wrong she was.
So very wrong.
It was clear into three am when the front door opened. She had nodded off on the couch and had the book in her lap, her hands carefully splayed across the pages that was littered with various highlighter colors. When the door slammed she jumped and the book went slamming onto the ground. She grabbed the gun under the pillow on the couch and turned with it pointed, she didn't know what to expect. When she saw the looming figure of Sam the gun went down and was placed on the counter.
"You scared me." She gave a soft mutter and then walked towards him, folding her arms around his neck and hugging him. She figured maybe it had rained because she felt cold wetness pressing against her shirt. When she stepped back and into the light she looked down at her hands and her shirt and saw the red. Blood. "Sam?"
There was no answer, only a step forward and a smirk laying across his lips. Her teeth clenched a minute and she backed up.
"Sorry. Sammy's not here right now. Care to leave a message?"
Jess frowned and went to grab the gun from the table and was stopped, her yelping echoing through the empty house. She groaned and then when she was pushed onto the ground she looked up at Sam.
"Sam...."
A hand came slamming across her face and for a minute all she saw was black. The force had crushed her lips into her teeth and she tasted the blood from the shreds of skin that had been ripped open as a result.
"Oh don't worry. Sam's here, he just can't get out." The smirk was still there as he lifted her by the hair. "He's going to watch his precious little angel die while he can't do anything about it."
Jess winced and her hands went up to his and tried prying the blond locks from the hair. It didn't work well, instead she was tossed like a rag doll into the neighboring wall and pressed up against. A few more punches accompanied the action, mostly to the face and the stomach, Jess being knocked around and then almost blacking out. He never let her keep her eyes closed for that long however, always shook her awake and kept giving the punishment to her. Jess was taking it rather well.
"I'm impressed little Jess. You've lasted longer than I thought you would. No wonder he loves you. You're strong. Something he's not. Shame you can't work for us. "
"Not if my life depended on it..."
He laughed watching as she started crawling towards the couch again. Her hand reached out for the gun again but she was stopped by a kick to the ribs. When she cried out in pain and doubled over, all the figure that used to be Sam did was laugh. Tears sprang to her eyes at that moment, unable to stop them from finally taking their hold.
"Should have seen the look on Dean's face Jess. It was perfect. " He picked her back up by the hair and tossed her on the couch and smirked, pinning her down with her hands above her head. "Just slammed the blade of his own knife into his gut and twisted. Like the blood? It's your other boyfriends blood. Fitting that both of you die tonight. Sam will have nothing left for himself."
"Go back to hell you son of a bitch."
"Ah. I like you. You have spunk." He smirked before folding his hands around her throat and squeezing.
She fought the best that she could, but she was hurting, tired and most of all she couldn't breathe right to begin with. Her hands slipped and she started going limp, she couldn't fight anymore. Three hours of beating and kicking was too much. She was coughing up blood and she could feel a rib bone poking outward against the skin.
"You've got a lot of fight in you Jess. I'll give you that."
She saw the glimmer of the silver blade already tinted with dried blood. Jess just looked at Sam's face and then a few tears fell down her cheek.
"Sam. I love you."
"How touching. Your last words to your precious love." The knife pressed right up against her throat. "I did enjoy this little tryst of ours Jessica. Maybe we'll do it again in another life." The face smirked and then slid the knife clean across her throat. There were no sounds, only the soft gasps as she tried to breathe.
Sam's face lost the smirk and his eyes widened and then screamed.
"JESS! NO! GOD NO!" He moved and cradled her head, tears spilling from his eyes. "No..please don't leave me. Please don't."
Jess looked up at him and her hand caressed his for just a moment before slipping limply to the side, her head falling back and her eyes open as the last heave of her chest was seen. Sam had lost his brother and his wife all in one night.
"Daddy? Is mommy okay?"
Sam glanced up and saw their daughter looking at him with big blue eyes.
Now Sam had to deal with this on top of everything.
Jessica Lee Moore, Supernatural, 1047 words.
She's lost the sun
She's come undone
She wanted truth but all she got was lies
Came the time to realize
And it was too late
- The Guess Who, Undone
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!!!!!! GRAPHIC VIOLENT SCENES!!!!!!!'>
Sometimes it was just better to not imagine what the boys did on their hunting trips when she'd wait at home and pace. Tending to the child and just rearranging random things in the kitchen cabinets. There was no concentrating on books, bills or anything else. There was only the shifting of dishes from one side to the other and then back again, labels on cans put perfectly forward and then from one place to another. They never knew where things were going to be when they came home.
She had changed into a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, turned the air conditioning up and then curled back up on the couch in a attempt to get a little bit of studying done for the bar exam she had in a few days. She was so excited, finally things were starting to go how they should. The life they deserved was well upon them. There was no turning back and nothing to go wrong. How wrong she was.
So very wrong.
It was clear into three am when the front door opened. She had nodded off on the couch and had the book in her lap, her hands carefully splayed across the pages that was littered with various highlighter colors. When the door slammed she jumped and the book went slamming onto the ground. She grabbed the gun under the pillow on the couch and turned with it pointed, she didn't know what to expect. When she saw the looming figure of Sam the gun went down and was placed on the counter.
"You scared me." She gave a soft mutter and then walked towards him, folding her arms around his neck and hugging him. She figured maybe it had rained because she felt cold wetness pressing against her shirt. When she stepped back and into the light she looked down at her hands and her shirt and saw the red. Blood. "Sam?"
There was no answer, only a step forward and a smirk laying across his lips. Her teeth clenched a minute and she backed up.
"Sorry. Sammy's not here right now. Care to leave a message?"
Jess frowned and went to grab the gun from the table and was stopped, her yelping echoing through the empty house. She groaned and then when she was pushed onto the ground she looked up at Sam.
"Sam...."
A hand came slamming across her face and for a minute all she saw was black. The force had crushed her lips into her teeth and she tasted the blood from the shreds of skin that had been ripped open as a result.
"Oh don't worry. Sam's here, he just can't get out." The smirk was still there as he lifted her by the hair. "He's going to watch his precious little angel die while he can't do anything about it."
Jess winced and her hands went up to his and tried prying the blond locks from the hair. It didn't work well, instead she was tossed like a rag doll into the neighboring wall and pressed up against. A few more punches accompanied the action, mostly to the face and the stomach, Jess being knocked around and then almost blacking out. He never let her keep her eyes closed for that long however, always shook her awake and kept giving the punishment to her. Jess was taking it rather well.
"I'm impressed little Jess. You've lasted longer than I thought you would. No wonder he loves you. You're strong. Something he's not. Shame you can't work for us. "
"Not if my life depended on it..."
He laughed watching as she started crawling towards the couch again. Her hand reached out for the gun again but she was stopped by a kick to the ribs. When she cried out in pain and doubled over, all the figure that used to be Sam did was laugh. Tears sprang to her eyes at that moment, unable to stop them from finally taking their hold.
"Should have seen the look on Dean's face Jess. It was perfect. " He picked her back up by the hair and tossed her on the couch and smirked, pinning her down with her hands above her head. "Just slammed the blade of his own knife into his gut and twisted. Like the blood? It's your other boyfriends blood. Fitting that both of you die tonight. Sam will have nothing left for himself."
"Go back to hell you son of a bitch."
"Ah. I like you. You have spunk." He smirked before folding his hands around her throat and squeezing.
She fought the best that she could, but she was hurting, tired and most of all she couldn't breathe right to begin with. Her hands slipped and she started going limp, she couldn't fight anymore. Three hours of beating and kicking was too much. She was coughing up blood and she could feel a rib bone poking outward against the skin.
"You've got a lot of fight in you Jess. I'll give you that."
She saw the glimmer of the silver blade already tinted with dried blood. Jess just looked at Sam's face and then a few tears fell down her cheek.
"Sam. I love you."
"How touching. Your last words to your precious love." The knife pressed right up against her throat. "I did enjoy this little tryst of ours Jessica. Maybe we'll do it again in another life." The face smirked and then slid the knife clean across her throat. There were no sounds, only the soft gasps as she tried to breathe.
Sam's face lost the smirk and his eyes widened and then screamed.
"JESS! NO! GOD NO!" He moved and cradled her head, tears spilling from his eyes. "No..please don't leave me. Please don't."
Jess looked up at him and her hand caressed his for just a moment before slipping limply to the side, her head falling back and her eyes open as the last heave of her chest was seen. Sam had lost his brother and his wife all in one night.
"Daddy? Is mommy okay?"
Sam glanced up and saw their daughter looking at him with big blue eyes.
Now Sam had to deal with this on top of everything.
Jessica Lee Moore, Supernatural, 1047 words.