Alright guys, this is it! I've finally finished the ending dundun DUN!
Complete with open ending to leave room for the sequel.
I, uh, would have posted it sooner but I was a little, um, distracted by these two incredibly hot pictures of topeless Winchesters that somebody
Incidentally: THANK YOU JACKIE!!! I completely agree with le@ when she says DAMN! Hers isn't the only day that was made with those delicious pics
*has melted to a puddle* I had to struggle to keep the Fran/Sam stuff from going all NC17 hehehe Hun, anything you want to see done in the sequel you just let me know and its there.
Aw, le@! I'm sorry... didn't want to make you cry. Glad you liked it though
It was evil, I know, leaving you all hanging like that at "Sam." Didn't have the rest written yet though, I think the end'll make up for it
Feline666, thank you! My family tells me that I'm a bit of a drama queen and so I'm told that is the reason that apparently the best stuff I write is the emo-type kinda thing
Personally I think they're exaggerating hehe
is the one who hurt the Metallicar
I deny any involvement in the incident. haha.
enjoy the ending! Hope to see you with the sequel and perhaps my other fics as well
JJ! *is wibbling too* Writing the emo stuff gets me every time! Thankyouthankyouthankyou for all the nice things you alway say about the stuff I write
There probably wouldn't have been any Sam/Fran at all if you hadn't mentioned it at the end of the first one.
*is sad* Dude, another one finished.
It's always kind of sad when the ride's over, you know? Can't wait to see what you think of the way I ended it hehehe
(runs off and hides in anticipation of super-secret tackle that may or may not be coming) lolz
'kay, well I'm going to go and see if I can pick up 'Raised' and maybe put together the teaser for the next sequel to post for hasiba after her LSATS. Enjoy the ending guys!!
There wasn’t much he could have done differently really. He’d knocked for nearly ten straight minutes and there had been no answer. Given the fact that he wasn’t exactly feeling his best and that mid-November in Canada was damned cold Sam wasn’t about to walk all the way back to Cal’s. The prospect of waiting it out until either Dean came back or Fran showed up wasn’t too appealing either. So he started working the lock. If he was going to wait at least he’d be warm, the hell with the consequences.
The lock itself was a giant pain in the ass. Probably because his fingers were stiff and cold. Might’ve been the weather, but he preferred to blame the lock. You know, because it couldn’t possibly be the hangover he was determined not to feel. So, it was the lock’s fault really. It was the one making all the noise and it kept sticking… at least it was until the door swung open.
She reminded him of a wild, angry lioness. Light brown hair sticking out around her head like a mane, roaring angrily about brewskies, the butt-crack of dawn and that this just wasn’t funny no matter how far back everyone went around here. Of course, he had no idea what she was talking about. Didn’t really care either once he got a good look at her. Was she hung over? Sure looked like it. Well then, that was mighty interesting.
Then she’d just stopped, stared at his chest a second and then looked up. The look of surprise had been absolutely priceless. “You’re not a local boy.” she’d said before squeezing her eyes shut and storming off to the bathroom, muttering to herself all the way. Nope, he sure wasn’t. But she already knew that.
Okay. So maybe it wasn’t the smoothest move in the world. Probably wasn’t the best question to open with either. Apparently though he was still too hung over to be able to control what came out of his big mouth.
When she’d come back out of that bathroom, eyes still firmly closed still dressed in nothing but a tank top and underwear he couldn’t resist. A step to the right and he was right in her way. Eyes closed like that the only thing that could
have happened did. Franny ran right into him. Nearly fell over when she did too and then finally opened her eyes. What he saw there he couldn’t begin to try to put a name to…and then she’d said his name, voice all scratchy broken-sounding.
In his defense he had in fact seen the fragility in her eyes, the hurt…the regret. He’d seen it and recognized it for what it was. Unfortunately his head was running at half speed and with a mind of its own so instead of saying something sensitive, something intelligent… something to ease her mind…yeah, instead he’d asked her the type of question that would normally have come from Dean.
“Do you always answer the door half naked when you’re yelling at the local boys?” First thought that came to mind after he’d said it was Oh God! Did I really just say that?
Followed very closely with the realization that if she answered him with a yes…well he was going to have to look into becoming a Canadian citizen because waiting ten minutes in the cold for her to come storming out in nothing but that? Yeah, totally worth it.
It took a minute for his eyes to get from the socks on her feet, past her legs, around every other curve on the way up before he finally got to see the reaction on her face. She looked down once, looked back up at Sam and then back down at herself again…let out a loud, embarrassed groan and then disappeared into what he could only assume was her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
That had been ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes and not even the hint of a sound coming from the other room.
Sam was starting to get worried.
Big hands, gently knocking on a surprisingly flimsy door and a question called out in the quiet of the apartment. “Hey, you okay in there?”
A muffled, uptight little ‘no’ stretched the across distance between them followed by a grumpy ‘go ‘way... ‘m too hung over to deal with a tulpa today’.
Apparently she thought he was a thought form. “Uh, Franny…I’m not a tulpa.” He couldn’t help the laughter. It was just too cute.
“Sure y’are. Sam’s in New York and you’re too damned solid to be a hallucination. Built like a brick wall, man. Seriously.”
“Yeah well, tulpa or no we need to talk…”
“No can do amigo. I refuse to negotiate with a figment of imagination.”
Fingers working through his hair he let out a frustrated breath and leaned back on the wall next to the door. “What’s it going to take for me to convince you I’m actually here Fran?”
He was met with an annoyed moan and the sound of rustling blankets.
It was nowhere near an invitation to come in, but he took it as one anyway. Enough was enough.
So much for angry lioness. Now she was like a five year old child. Nothing but a big lump completely covered in blankets. Sighing loudly he sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to the lump. “I saw the bottle of Jack in the living room…”
“I said go ‘way.”
“Great. I dream up tulpa-Sam, but with Dean ‘tude.” She grumbled.
“If it makes you feel any better about the hangover I’ve got one too.”
Apparently Fran had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t avoid this thing, whatever it was, sitting next to her on the bed because suddenly the top of the blanket came down to reveal her head and shoulders. There was still a long arm covering a pretty face… but at least she wasn’t hiding under a blanket anymore…which could sort of be considered progress Sam supposed. “I don’t believe you. You look too together to be hung over.”
“Ha. Well thanks, that’s a huge compliment considering. ‘Course that’d probably be because I left most of the two dozen shots of whiskey and the six or seven beers it took to get me up here by the side of the road coming up. Not that I’m feeling anywhere near human yet.”
The arm came down and she gave him the once over through slitted lids. “You had to get drunk to come up here?”
“Well, no. I was getting drunk to numb the pain. Dean took advantage of the situation to bypass my decision to respect your decision to leave. I, uh, passed out in his car on the way home from the bar and when I woke up we were already on the road. By then it was too late to argue. He was right though and I should have come up here sooner.”
“So… um…” she was twisting the blanket under her fingers as she asked “Why did you come up here?” Fran didn’t look at him, looked like she was afraid to.
“I needed to know why.”
“Why you left. Why you didn’t wake me up and say something before you did. Why you never called me back.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“No Sam. I’m not.” And he could tell from the dead seriousness of her expression that she really wasn’t.
“Alright. Let me get this straight… you chase down car thieves for stealing from you, you throw men four times your size out of your bar at gunpoint without even so much as blinking… God, you took down a damn tulpa all by yourself…and you’re scared of me
? For God’s sake Franny, if anything I
should be the one scared of you
“Haha, real funny. Big guy like you afraid of a little girl like me.”
She was trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. Sam kept that serious look and she just knew he wouldn’t leave her alone until he got the answers he was looking for. Another interesting fact to file away in the back of her mind: the main Winchester trait seemed to be stubbornness Which…you know…was just fabulous news for her right then.
“Look, you’re a hunter. Sooner or later you were going to hit the road again and disappear. I thought… I thought at first that I could deal with it. Take what I could get for as long as I could have it and then let you go when the time came. But you were just so wonderful
and I started to really care, you know?” But he didn’t look like he did. Just watched her carefully, waiting for her to go on.
“When I woke up that night, after everything happened…all I could do was lie there and watch you sleep at first. I started thinking about what we would do in the morning and wondering how much time I’d have with you before… before you, Dean and Cal would be ready to leave again. Sam, you’ve gotta understand. I’m a strong person. The crap I’ve been through? Well there are two things that happen when you go through that kind of stuff either you break, shatter completely and become an empty shell of the person you once were or you pick yourself up, build yourself some good solid walls and get stronger for it. I am strong
Sam but I am not
strong enough to watch you walk away. I needed to walk away on my own terms because there was no way I was getting out in one piece if I didn’t.”
Well, that had been the theory any way. She’d found out pretty quickly that there was no walking away from that man in one piece, and now look where she was.
“You though I was going to leave?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Yeah. You would have had to eventually, wouldn’t you?”
“There you go then.” And he’d though Dean was stubborn?
“Fran…you should have said
something. Yeah, I would have had to leave to go on hunts but I wouldn’t have just disappeared
. I would have come back. Hell, if you didn’t want to see me go you could have come with us. We could have worked something out.”
“Didn’t think you guys would have gone for that. Cal was pretty clear about her feelings on that one.”
“Yeah, well I’m not Cal am I? Besides, after the way you took down that tulpa? She wouldn’t have tried to stop you. Hell, even Dean was impressed.”
She threw her arm back over her face to hide the emotional mess she’d become and Sam wondered briefly what the hell he was supposed to do to make this better.
“Hey, listen. I get it okay? I know you have a life here. It’s safe, it’s normal and it’s something you worked really hard for. It’s not something you want to give up and I’d never ask you to… You’ve been hurt before…a lot from the sounds of it…and I get that too… It’s just that…”
And he hesitated, right there on the edge of spilling out exactly what he was thinking and feeling. Just long enough to wonder if he was doing the right thing, unloading it on her like this. One look at Franny, actually honest-to-god visibly holding her breath
waiting to hear what he had to say like it was the secret of life or something…the hesitation was gone. He’d be damned if he didn’t give it everything he had to keep her right there where he needed her, beside him.
“There’s something I need to tell you about that morning you left, when I woke up and before I knew you were gone. Fran… I actually slept
that night. Like seven hours straight, no nightmares or anything, and it’s been a really
long time since that’s happened. Might not sound like that big of a deal, but it really is. When I woke up it was like the whole word was suddenly different. Like just knowing that you were there next to me made the world a bit of a better place to be. Hunting and all…”
Sam had propped his booted foot up on his knee and was picking at the laces as he talked. Wouldn’t look at her like suddenly he was shy around her. She was pretty sure if she squinted she’d see two of him: One the grown man, confident hunter; the other a small boy, insecure and shy about spilling his biggest secret. Before she knew it he was clearing his throat again and going on.
“You’ve got me thinking about things again…things I’d given up on after Jess…ha, I’ve even caught myself making plans
. Only time I’ve ever made any kind of plan beyond the next hunt, motel or meal was Stanford… but here I am running over about a million different ways to work the hunt around your normal in my head over and over again…and I don’t know. I guess what I’m trying to say is…it’s not going to be easy. Not even close…but nothing worth having ever comes easy…and this, for me, is worth it.”
Okay, she was pretty sure her heart had stopped…and she was embarrassing herself with the open mouthed staring thing. Before she even realized it her arm was stretching out, hands reaching out to touch him and make sure that he really was real and not just something she’d just dreamed up. Stopping just short of actually touching him though because if he wasn’t
real she just didn’t want to know. Not after all that.
“Fran…” he felt the slight jerk of surprise when he touched his hands to hers, as if she still didn’t expect him to be real. “…could you maybe… say something?”
He was really here. Sam was here…big, strong and warm… better make that hot. Yeah hot was definitely the word…and why was it she’d left again? Biggest mistake she’d ever made right there. He wanted her to say something…but she didn’t want to talk anymore because all she could think of was the fact that Sam Winchester
was sitting on her bed saying all the things she thought she’d never hear…
Took a second for her mind to catch up with her body which apparently had suddenly developed a mind of its own but when it did she wasn’t complaining…except maybe about the fact that there were far
too many clothes involved.
Her fingers had dug themselves a permanent spot in messy, silky dark hair and they were kissing. Desperate, hungry, drowning type kisses that made her feel like she was about to burst into flame right there in his arms…and those arms? They were holding her as if he was afraid that when he let go she’d be gone again, like he couldn’t pull her close enough. Franny was pretty sure that where she was right that second was about the closest to heaven you could ever get.
It wasn’t long though before he was pulling away a little, looking into her eyes, words falling from sinful kiss-swollen lips again. “think I love you…”
There were tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. “me too Sam…”
“Don’t go again?” desperate plea reaching out from hopeful puppy eyes…
“You either?” a plea echoed in her own husky voice…
“Never.” A promise he’d made and should have voiced days earlier.
“Me either.” a promise of her own. One she would never break.
It was all he’d needed to hear. Crushing her to him again, giant arms wrapping right around her he kissed her soundly and picked her up…blankets and all.
“Wait! Hey, where’re we going?”
“Kitchen, need coffee…then bathroom, need shower…then back here. Not planning on letting you out of my sight for awhile…”
Her Sasquatch was sounding suspiciously caveman-like…not that she was complaining really. She’d pretty much been thinking the same thing in reverse order. You know…bed since they were already there…then shower…then coffee…but hey, the guy had been on the road all night so she supposed a girl could allow for a little change in plans.
God she loved the rumble of that voice in his chest.
Arms wrapped around his neck and head resting in that comfortable spot where shoulder met the side of his neck.
“I think it’s only fair I warn you…”
“Warn me ‘bout what hun?”
“I ever set eyes on whoever it was that hurt you they’re not gonna make it out in once piece.”
“You won’t ever have to Sam. First two are in jail…and the other one Cal helped me take care of. They won’t show their faces ‘round here ever again.”
Well now, that was a story he definitely wanted to hear. Maybe Dean could get it out of Cal, because Fran didn’t look like she wanted to talk about it yet…
“Yes Sam?” she was kissing the side of his neck as she answered him and it made him want to growl. He was looking at her like she was prey
and good lord but she didn’t think they’d be getting anywhere near coffee for awhile…
“Please don’t answer the door in your underwear again…I’m, ah, pretty sure I’ll get jealous.” Honestly? He was pretty sure it wasn’t a habit of hers or anything but he wanted to be positive
he’d be the only one who got to see her like that.
Fran just laughed and kissed him soundly.
Yeah. This was what it was all about. Right here.
One thing was for sure, her quiet little life would never be the same again.
And thank God for that.
One week later to the day Sam and Dean are sitting on the porch of Cal’s parent’s place. The haunted farmhouse outside of Ottawa successfully taken care of and they’re killing time until the next hunt comes along. There’s a calm here, a peace that neither has really had the chance to feel before. Dean lets out a happy sigh as he looks out toward the snow covered fields.
“So this is normal huh?”
“Haha…Yeah Dean. About as normal as we’ll ever get.” Dean’s thinking that he was right, Fran is good for him. He’s happier. There’s less and less quiet brooding and a whole lot more laughter.
“Yeah, well… it’s nice…”
“But…?” He couldn’t fool Sam. It’s been bothering him awhile and Dean knows he can’t hide the ‘but’ anymore. Doesn’t mean he’ll give it up easy though.
“Dean?” Yeah, kinda figured Sam wouldn’t buy it. Worth a try though.
“Okay, alright. It’s just… I…”
Another sigh, this time a frustrated one. Silence falls between them as Dean tries to find the words he needs to express what’s weighing so heavily on his mind. When he does find them the words are hesitant because he’s worried that by putting the fear into words it might make whatever it is real.
“You, uh, ever get the feeling that this might just be the calm before the storm? You know, like this is just some twisted reprieve and maybe the really bad shit’s only just about to hit the fan?”
“Yeah…I kinda do”
Dean grunts and Sam’s not real sure if he’s amused because he’s finally being agreed with for once or upset because he doesn’t want to be right. Probably a bit of both he muses.
“I don’t want to lose this Sam…” and he knows exactly what Dean means.
“You won’t. We won’t” He wouldn’t let it happen.
“We don’t know that, not for sure.” Dean’s not that confident, might even be scared though he’s not about to admit it out loud or anything.
“When have we ever known anything for sure? Look man, we’re good at what we do. Cal knows what she’s doing and Fran’s learning fast. It’s not just you and me anymore… It’s the four of us. Four sets of eyes, of hands…”
Sam lets his voice trail off knowing he doesn’t need to say what comes next. That Dean’ll just get it, because he always does. That’s the way it works between them. There’s four of us working together now, watching each other’s backs so it’ll be okay. We’ll lean on each other and protect each other and it’ll be easier to stay alive now. To fight.
And Dean does get it, just like he always does…and he knows Sam’s right. Or would like to believe he is anyway. But really Dean’s thinking: Yeah. There’s four of us now but I don’t think that I can protect us all against what’s out there waiting for us
. Because that’s another thing Dean’s always just done, and Sam…well Sam never really got how big a job that really was.
“There’s a storm brewing Sam. Something big is coming at us I can feel it right down to my bones. We need to be ready when it hits us” and yeah, so maybe the fear he’s feeling shows but for once he doesn’t care.
“We will be Dean. We will be.” And Sam believes it because he has faith.
Only Dean…well he’s not so sure and that’s something he can’t hide from Sam. Can’t even begin to try. It’s in the way he moves, looks around restlessly, doesn’t say anything…not even one of his usual smartass wisecracks
Then there’s Cal’s strong voice echoing across the yard from the kitchen behind them and as quickly as the moment was upon them it was gone.
“Hey Dean, wanna come in here and give me a hand? Somebody
managed to char the steak again…and yes
, as a matter of fact that would
be me. You know, Martha Stewart that I am. Save the applause please while I take a bow. I need somebody to cook the rest of ‘em without turning them into charcoal. You game?”
So a roll of the eyes from Dean, another happy laugh out of Sam and the Winchesters trudged back into the house headed for the kitchen and the promise of thick juicy steaks, pretty women and the warmth of home long overdue if even just for a little while.
Okay, so that's it for this one. Can't wait to find out what you all thought of it...
Hope I to see you all in my other fics too! (Raised by the Winchesters is the next one I plan to work on *nudge, nudge*