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enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-07-28 08:45 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-07-28 08:45 pm
[JMM] John A. Simone quote
[Set in Shelter. Michael = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feel_theburn, Bobby = maninflannel.]
“If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change.”
It kept her up at night.
She still wasn’t sure what it was that Bobby had done for her, but she could never shake the feeling that one day, Lilith was going to come for her. That she would find a loophole, and come for her soul, just like she was supposed to. It was a fear that haunted her with every day she spent in Miami, or fell asleep in Michael’s arms that she was going to wake up to the howls of the hellhounds scratching outside her door. Over the years, she managed to put it behind her, managing to sleep peacefully through most nights because she convinced herself that she had nothing that Lilith could want. She was busy elsewhere, working on whatever dastardly purpose that she had needed Dean Winchester’s soul for, and she wasn’t going to need to worry about little Abby, hiding out in Miami with the man she loved.
When they returned to New York, though, things changed. She’d changed. She was more than just a woman who was hiding from her past, she was a woman who was creating another life. She was going to be a mother. She was going to make Michael a father. She had so much more to lose now, which was all the more reason for Lilith to turn on her heels and make her life miserable.
So the insomnia returned, no matter how much tea she drank or warm milk, or however she tried to soothe herself to sleep. She would lie next to Michael for hours, watching him sleep but her ears tuned to any kind of sounds coming over the horizon. Her hands came to rest on her stomach, feeling the small tiny life moving inside her. She didn’t want the rug to be pulled out from anywhere now, least of all from under her. She wanted to hold this baby in her arms. She wanted to watch him and her grow up, to raise them, to watch Michael be a father. She couldn’t do that from Hell.
She actually had a life now. For once in her life she was happy, and she wanted things to stay that way. She certainly didn’t want to lose everything she had gained, and as she curled up closer to Michael, she could feel herself starting to let herself believe that nothing would be able to get her while she was here. But silently, in the back of her mind, she kept waiting for the hounds.
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feel_theburn, Bobby = maninflannel.]“If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change.”
It kept her up at night.
She still wasn’t sure what it was that Bobby had done for her, but she could never shake the feeling that one day, Lilith was going to come for her. That she would find a loophole, and come for her soul, just like she was supposed to. It was a fear that haunted her with every day she spent in Miami, or fell asleep in Michael’s arms that she was going to wake up to the howls of the hellhounds scratching outside her door. Over the years, she managed to put it behind her, managing to sleep peacefully through most nights because she convinced herself that she had nothing that Lilith could want. She was busy elsewhere, working on whatever dastardly purpose that she had needed Dean Winchester’s soul for, and she wasn’t going to need to worry about little Abby, hiding out in Miami with the man she loved.
When they returned to New York, though, things changed. She’d changed. She was more than just a woman who was hiding from her past, she was a woman who was creating another life. She was going to be a mother. She was going to make Michael a father. She had so much more to lose now, which was all the more reason for Lilith to turn on her heels and make her life miserable.
So the insomnia returned, no matter how much tea she drank or warm milk, or however she tried to soothe herself to sleep. She would lie next to Michael for hours, watching him sleep but her ears tuned to any kind of sounds coming over the horizon. Her hands came to rest on her stomach, feeling the small tiny life moving inside her. She didn’t want the rug to be pulled out from anywhere now, least of all from under her. She wanted to hold this baby in her arms. She wanted to watch him and her grow up, to raise them, to watch Michael be a father. She couldn’t do that from Hell.
She actually had a life now. For once in her life she was happy, and she wanted things to stay that way. She certainly didn’t want to lose everything she had gained, and as she curled up closer to Michael, she could feel herself starting to let herself believe that nothing would be able to get her while she was here. But silently, in the back of her mind, she kept waiting for the hounds.
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"I'd rather not crush him."
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He moved to her side after awhile and wrapped his arm around her again.
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