You knew this day would come.
You’d tried to put on an apathetic face. You’d tried to lie to yourself. But the truth was that from the moment you decided to disappear, you knew that you couldn’t last very long, that at some point, you’d want to go back - to your life, to the life, to your family.
“Do you think this is some sort of a joke?”
You flinched at Sam’s tone. “I just need you to hear me out,” you said, “Five minutes is all I’m asking.”
His eyes flickered between you and Cas, who stood tall right next to you. “I don’t know what you told him,” he said, “But consider yourself lucky you’re even breathing right now.”
Being mad at you was understandable, expected, but this? “What the hell, Sam?” you said, “Seriously? I get it, I fucked up, bad, but come on, it’s not like you’ve never faked your own death before.”
Sam froze. “I’m sorry, what?”
You sighed. “The FBI?” you said, “That day when we went on a hunt in California and those hunters -”
“You faked your own death?” He turned to the angel. “Cas?”
“It’s true,” Cas said, “I checked. It’s her.”
It’s her? Who - what - did he think you were? “Of course it’s me.”
“But -” He took a step back. “I saw you. I burned your body.”
“It was a shape-shifter,” you explained, “I couldn’t - I couldn’t tell you, I wish I could, but you and Dean were busy with the mark and that werewolf family was getting close and -”
“They were after you?” he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell Dean? Or Cas, or -”
He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “This whole time…”
“No, you don’t,” he said, “If you knew, you wouldn’t have done this. I saw you - do you get that?” He took a step closer to you. “This whole time, I thought it was my fault, that I could’ve done something, anything to prevent it. Every day I woke up without you there…”
You grimaced and dug your hands in your pockets. “I’m sorry,” you breathed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here, after what I’ve done…” You sank your neck between your shoulders. “You’ll never have to hear from me again, I promise.”
“No - no.” He raised a finger. “You don’t get to do this,” he said, “You don’t get to just walk away from me again - stay.” He held out his hand to you. “Stay, please. We’ll go home, and we’ll work this out, okay?”
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