Veronica pounded down the path toward where the Winchester hut had been, desperate in the aftermath of all yesterday's destruction to be certain, to be sure, to see for herself that he was alright. The last thing she expected was to be met with the sight of their hut, burned, a pile of blackened lumber.
Her first instinct was to wrap her arms around Sam, sliding up beside him with hurt eyes. "Oh my god, Sam," she said, then coughed, choking a little on the ash in the air. "What happened?"
Sam didn't hug back though, his whole posture defeated as he kept staring forward. He closed his eyes tightly, almost too out of it and facing off with the demon and fighting so hard tired him out. "Are you okay?" he asked, eyes on the ashes.
"Yeah," she said, leaning her head against him, the small word muffled. She was mostly fine, anyway - a little banged up from the fight, tired, the last vestiges of fear running through her exhausted system, but all in one piece. The memory of Aaron Echolls would last a long time, but she had survived him before and she would again. "What happened?"
Sam could have laughed at that. What happened. He was still bruised all over and his head was pounding. And every time he closed his eyes, he still saw her on the ceiling. "Veronica, we should talk," Sam said, words heavy. He turned to look at her, trying to look at her without thinking of him.
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Her first instinct was to wrap her arms around Sam, sliding up beside him with hurt eyes. "Oh my god, Sam," she said, then coughed, choking a little on the ash in the air. "What happened?"
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Sam could have laughed at that. What happened. He was still bruised all over and his head was pounding. And every time he closed his eyes, he still saw her on the ceiling. "Veronica, we should talk," Sam said, words heavy. He turned to look at her, trying to look at her without thinking of him.
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