A/N: E/O Challenge. Prompt: Fade or variations. Happy Birthday Indigo Night! Sammy angst and or hurt/comfort as per request. Ok so I may be abusing the song lyric thing but I mean really, two weeks in a row that two songs have just perfectly fit the prompt word and my drabbles? That is providence. First time I've done this but the idea grabbed me so I let it go. 300 words exactly so triple drabble it is.

Disclaimer: Uhhhh hang on let me check……..*whispers over shoulder. "You sure?" It would appear 'ahem' that I do not, in fact, own the boys. *Sigh.*

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She says that love is for fools who fall behind

And I'm somewhere in between

I never really know a killer

From a savior

And I break at the bend

We're here and now

But will we ever be again

Cause I have found

All that shimmers in this world

Is sure to fade

Away

Again

"Shimmer"—Fuel

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Sam stood outside the motel room hand halfway to the knob.

Should I?

Shouldn't I?

Should I?

Started to pull it back.

He knew what he was doing would have consequences.

Knew they might not exactly be in his favor.

But as sick as he felt while he was doing it the rush afterward was enough to make him forget.

And he was saving people.

"Fuck it." He reached out, fingers grazing the knob.

A soft breeze blew down the deserted hall.

Ruffled his hair.

He inhaled.

Citrus and something…else.

Something very familiar.

Eyes closed, he tried to focus on it.

When he opened them she was there, between him and the door.

Sam.

Dear god how he'd ached to hear that voice say his name.

Just one more time.

"Jess."

Tears shimmered in her baby blue eyes. She stroked his cheek with one phantom hand.

Go home Sam.

He wanted to feel it. God how he wanted to feel it. But she was gone and he felt nothing.

"I can't. Not anymore."

She moved her slowly fading hand down to his chest. A gesture meant to halt.

Please.

"I'm sorry baby. This has to end."

She nodded like she knew he was going to say that then winked out with a gust like warm breath across his face.

Sweaty palm heating the cold steel of the door handle he trembled.

Bit his other fist against a sob.

He remembered a time when he'd have done anything she asked. Anything to bring that smile that shone like sunshine to her face.

To hear her whisper soft against his skin.

Things had seemed so easy then.

So much cleaner. Brighter.

Not anymore.

No, now the world was nothing but a vast ocean of greys.

And Ruby red.

He turned the knob.