Summary: An ode to Jessica, on the 5 year anniversary of her death. Spoilers for Pilot and The Devil You Know.
A/N: Today is November 2nd, a very notorious day for our favorite Winchester's. Also El Dia De Los Muertes. So I decided to write a little ode to Jessica, as she died 5 years ago today. I might add a second part about Mary.
A/N 2: I'm lazy, and I wrote this as quick as I could at school. I'll get the second (and last) part from Jessica up tomorrow. I was going to make this one longer chapter, but I wanted to get this up on the ACTUAL November 2nd. Italics are her concentrated thoughts.
Interminable, Part 1
She watched from the window of their apartment as Sam got into the cacophonous vehicle. He rolled down the window and mouthed 'I love you' and she did the same. When the car finally left, she let down the curtain and sighed. She had been so sure that this weekend was the one, and he was going to propose to her. Finally. After nearly two years of dating.
She couldn't help but find it incredibly strange that Sam's brother would just…show up. After all this time, to not even call, and just come here and leave with Sam in under half an hour. It was so…unlike Sam, too. She didn't have much experience to go by when it came to Sam and his family. It just didn't sit right with her, there was something off.
She peered out the window once again, and was unnerved to see a flash of yellow in the pitch black darkness. But it was gone as quick as it had come.
She didn't get much sleep that night.
It was about nine in the morning when she decided to get up that morning. Decided, because she hardly slept.
She spent the day watching lame Halloween movies with Rebecca and Zack, and politely excused herself late that night to go shopping. She wanted to surprise Sam when he got back. Chocolate chip cookies were his favorite.
It was dark outside when she got to the campus market. She called Sam, and it went to voicemail. She left him a long voicemail telling him how much she missed him, and that she'd talk to him tomorrow. The words felt foreign, because they were always together, they never spent this much time apart. She vaguely wondered if that was healthy.
As she wandered inside the store, she had an eerie feeling that she was being watched. She sped up and locked her bike on the on the rack quickly. She and Sam would have to discuss getting a car soon. She grabbed all the ingredients she needed for the cookies, paid and left. She felt that presence following her all the way home.
She briefly thought that she should call Sam, and tell him about someone following her. The thought was fleeting though; he deserved to spend time with his estranged brother. She was being selfish.
As she was putting her key in the door, she heard someone breathing and turned around. She saw a man standing behind her, not close enough to be creepy, but still watching her. She turned back around. Watching her with yellow—
She quickly turned back around, but he was nowhere to be found. She figured she was just imagining him, she hadn't slept well last night. She had to be, because Sam always had nightmares about a yellow-eyed man. Not that he'd actually told her that. She closed the door, locked it, and looked out the curtain. There he is again! Oh God. I'm going crazy…