[ Another light huff. He'd like to be able to promise that, but so much seems out of their control. All they can really do for the moment is enjoy the time they have. ]
[ He can hear the tiredness in her voice, and it's probably for the best. She has a feeling she'll push through until unconsciousness finally takes her. ]
[ The way his heart clenches down at hearing that surprises Sam. It's a bittersweet sentiment, but impossible for many reasons. First of which that Sam knows he has to go back to his world and reality, to undo the future. He can't walk away from his mistakes and that responsibility. But second? That she somehow would think he wouldn't end up ruining hers.
There's a long moment of silence before he offers, ]
[To far-gone to analyze the emptiness of it all, she just curls up a little bit more against him, sinking down into the pillow.]
Or maybe I'd go off with you. But I'm not sure your world could handle me...
[A peculiar thing to say, but it's oddness escapes her as she drifts off. The nice thing about things you say when you're half-asleep, though, is that you usually don't remember them in the morning.]
[ Another thing he couldn't ask from her. She has friends, family, a life all her own. Bring her to a world he's trying to save, but may still inevitably fuck up? Send her to wait out the apocalypse? No, he couldn't do that. He wouldn't.
So Sam doesn't respond to that one, just lets her relax as his own tired gaze just keeps staring straight forward. He can't promise what she wants to hear, and he can't let this thing with Dean go on any further.
He knows he's got to put an end to it soon. He'll leave in the morning. ]
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I'd like that too.
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[She closes her eyes, pulling his arm tighter around her waist.]
But if I can't have that...I'll settle for just nights like this.
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Yeah?
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But some battles are more obviously losing ones.
She's human enough to know that.]
Yeah...
Makes me forget the things I miss. Makes it okay being here.
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[ He speaks into her shoulder, eyes peering out into the darkness of the room. ]
But it can be more manageable.
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[It probably makes more sense to her because she's half-asleep already. Such a state has a way of creating new forms of logic.
And changing inhibitions a little.]
I want to take you back with me, someday. Then...we can both have a different future...
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There's a long moment of silence before he offers, ]
Maybe someday.
[ It's an empty notion. ]
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[To far-gone to analyze the emptiness of it all, she just curls up a little bit more against him, sinking down into the pillow.]
Or maybe I'd go off with you. But I'm not sure your world could handle me...
[A peculiar thing to say, but it's oddness escapes her as she drifts off. The nice thing about things you say when you're half-asleep, though, is that you usually don't remember them in the morning.]
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So Sam doesn't respond to that one, just lets her relax as his own tired gaze just keeps staring straight forward. He can't promise what she wants to hear, and he can't let this thing with Dean go on any further.
He knows he's got to put an end to it soon. He'll leave in the morning. ]