jaredpadaleckiandsummerglau:

She always knew how to find him. Sam wasn’t sure how, but she always knew where he was. Before he took the plunge, he often wondered how she always knew which motel he and Dean were staying at and how the hell she’d gotten there when they had left her at Bobby’s so she’d be safe. Either way, the majority of the time she’d end up curled up against his side in bed, her head tucked against his shoulder in sleep with a serene expression on her face. And he’d watch her sleep and wonder while Dean snored away in the next bed.

One time, she woke up and peered up at him through her lashes before smiling softly. She planted a light kiss just below his collar bone and then snuggled in closer. “I feel you, Sam.” She replied to his unasked question, saying it as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “I just feel you.”

He never quite understood what that meant. Not before he said yes to Lucifer and left her behind.

But now, as he stood on the sidewalk in Pasadena, California; he started to understand. At first, he had chalked up the feeling to a bad chicken Caesar salad he’d had for lunch. The way his heart beat faster and the strange churning in his stomach made it clear that something wasn’t right. He had thought about calling Dean and asking to switch assignments before he needed a toilet like a lifeline. But the pain never came. Nor did the sick feeling. Just the feeling of unease in his gut. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He was being watched.

He frowned to himself, confused as to why he feeling what he was feeling as he took his phone out of his pocket to call Dean. He glanced around quickly, taking a quick look at the quaint boutiques and restaurants that lined the street before calling Dean, just to make sure. He felt paranoid and shifted on his feet as he waited for his older brother to pick up.

“What’ve you got, Sammy?” Dean answered with a question and for a moment Sam was reminded that he was actually working a job right now. And he had to get his head in the game.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat, shifted again, “Nothing at the victim’s house. No Sulfur, EMF or even ectoplasm.. I was gonna head to the morgue to take a look at the body, but-“

“But what?” Dean cut him off, sounding like he wanted to rush him off the phone. Sam furrowed his brow and listened for a moment.

Very faintly, he could hear the sound of a car insurance commercial in the background.

“Dean, are you watching TV?”

Dean was silent for a moment. “…No.” It was a horrible attempt at a lie.

“Dean,” Sam sighed and turned on the sidewalk, glancing around again, “You’re supposed to be looking for similar deaths in the area, not watchi-“

That’s when he saw her. Or at least it looked like her. She was sitting at a table at an outdoor restaurant. And she was staring right at him. Not glancing in his direction. Not looking into space. She was looking directly at him, eyes leveled right on him like two laser points on sniper rifles.

Sam felt a chill run through him. And he knew what she meant. He had felt her. But he hadn’t known that it was her until now. And somehow, she had managed to find him again.

He knew that he should have called her when he got his soul back. Hell, he had wanted to. But Dean said that she was better off with the both of them making her already complicated life more complicated. And Sam hadn’t seen her in almost two years since he jumped into Lucifer’s cage. He had figured that Dean was right. She was better off without them. And without him.

“Sam? You there?” Dean was in his ear, sounding concerned all of the sudden, “Sammy?”

“I-i-I’m here, Dean.” His tone was distracted because he was watching her watching him and the look on her face was so… Cold. They continued staring at each other for a good long moment as Dean talked in his ear, trying to get Sam to tell him what the hell was happening. Sam, meanwhile, was trying to think of what he was going to do. Should he go over and talk to her? Or maybe he should beckon her over so they could go to a more private place? Maybe he should go over and just tell her to meet him at his motel room with Dean?

“Sam!” Dean’s voice -louder from frustration and worry- pulled him from his thoughts.

“Uh… It-“

Suddenly, she stood from the table and Sam’s voice caught in his throat. It was definitely her. Even if she had moved in a crowd, he’d have known it was her because there wasn’t anyone else on earth who could move like she did. Even when she was just wandering around aimlessly, twirling around on her tip toes or running over to him to throw herself into his arms after he and Dean returned from a hunt there was always something about how she moved. There were times when he was working and she was laying in bed, where just her shifting to turn over would drive him crazy. The way her legs slid against one another and the hem of her dress rode up just so…

And she was there, standing almost fifty feet away from him. He could just walk over and-

“Sam…” Sam could almost see the stern look on his brother’s face through the phone and he cleared his throat, his eyes still on her form.

“It’s… It’s River.”

Dean was silent, letting a beat pass as that particular piece of information sunk in. Sam could only assume that Dean knew what that meant for him. He watched River narrow her eyes almost suspiciously. Then, she started backing away.

“She’s-she’s there?”

“Well.. Sort of.” He replied. She was walking away from him now… Well, more like stalking away from him. It was the sort of walk that had purpose and it wasn’t like her usual gait; or what her usual gait had been when last he’d seen her. For all he knew, that angry sort of walk could have been how she walked all the time now. And It was likely that it was partly his fault. A pang of guilt shot through him at that thought.

“Sort of?” Asked Dean in a dubious tone. Sam’s brows furrowed and he looked away from River for one moment as he tried to think of a way to explain that. He could very well say that she was walking away. But Dean would just tell him to do the same. That they’d deal with her later when there weren’t bigger fish to fry. But he didn’t want to walk away from her. He glanced back up at her retreating form only to find that she had turned back to look at him. And there was one thing that was disturbingly clear to him as their eyes met.

“I think… I think I’m supposed to follow her.”

Dean immediate took charge. “Sam, no. Do not follow her. You don’t know whe-“

“I’ll call you back, Dean.” He wasn’t even listening anymore.

“Sam!” He barely heard Dean say his name as he hung up. He stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket. Then, he started after her at a quick pace. That turned into a run when she rounded the corner. But somehow, he just knew that even if he lost sight of her, he’d still know where to find her. Just as she had always known where to find him.

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Sam/River Mix
1 | 2. Good Times Gonna Come - Aqualung x

The digital clock on the dash was busted to fuck.

He was tired and wired from the caffeine and the not sleeping. Dean hadn’t thought it was a good idea to be off looking for River.

But she had called. She had called. And she had sounded so scared.
She had sounded high out of her mind.

The headlights against the asphalt blared a path, and for a single moment Sam wondered why he was going to look for River in the first place. Then he remembered the forty-five and a half minutes he’d spent listening to her whisper into the darkness of whatever hole she’d woken up in while Dean had tried to get a trace on her phone.

There was a flash of green and a street sign. Sam barely had enough time to slow the car down before he turned, the wheels skidding, jerking Dean out of his sleep in the backseat with a snort.

“We there yet?”

Sam swallowed. He gripped the steering wheel until the leather groaned under his fingers.
“Almost.”

The address they were lead too was a house. A small, old, abandoned house with a tire swing in the front yard. Sam could see something flickering between the blinds of a window as he put the car into park and climbed out, ignoring Dean’s mostly joking ‘hope she’d not dead’ before his brother fell back into the cushions of the Impala.

The front door was open. He could smell something stale in the air, mixed with the coppery scent of blood.

The only locked door in the entire house was at the back, a small utility unit that Sam guessed River had locked herself in. He could hear her breathing through the door as he pressed his ear against the wood. He waited.

“River?” he breathed, turning his cheek into the door. There was no change from inside, but something thumped dully against the ground.

He didn’t have time for this. He didn’t have time for her.

“River if you’re in there-“

“There are fragments of your soul slipping through the cracks in the floor.” It was muffled, and Sam could only just make it out, but it was there. It was her voice.

“Open the door, River,” said Sam loudly, ignoring the wrongness of his voice in the eerie, too quiet of the house.

A second thump. A third.

Sam frowned, his eyebrow catching along the door in it’s path downward. Shifting, he opened his mouth to tell her to open the door again, when his foot slid.
Looking down, Sam saw a pool of blood, trickling out from under the door.

“Fucking- River.” He slammed his open palm against the door. “River, open the door.”

A fourth thump. A fifth.

”River!”

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Jared Padalecki and Summer Glau

-anon

jaredpadaleckiandsummerglau:

“You came for me.”

thecunningclock:

Sam/River Mix
1. Skinny Love - Bon Iver x

it was three in the morning.
she was tired. wired. vibrating from the drugs still pumping through her bloodstream.
the white hot flashes of lights were coming slower now that she was down from her high, but she couldn’t forget what they showed her.
there was a metronome in her head, she could feel it along the floorboards near her bare feet.

River closed her eyes and pressed the tips of her fingers against her mouth, staring with too wide eyes into the dark dark dark around her.

a flash of light too bright for her eyes made her wince and turn her head away, into her shoulder where she pulled a scream back into her chest.

it lit up her skin and sounded it’s call against the floorboards again and River, snapping suddenly out of her reverie, scrambled forward to fumble with her phone.

she attempted to swallow twice before she jabbed her thumb against the touch screen - green button - and held the earpiece up with shaking hands.

“Hello?”

“Finally, why do you keep calling me if you’re not going to answer?”

River slide the tips of two of her fingers under her lower lip, her short blunt nails digging into her gums. “Sam?”

She could hear him sigh around static, it caused a smoke bomb of indigo across her field of vision. it pulsed in front of her while he breathed. “Yeah. What is it, River.”
He was angry. He was angry at her. she wasn’t supposed to contact him, it was against the Rules.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her lips pressing against the mouthpiece, leaving her breath on the plastic. “I was scared.”

He sighed again, River Watched him rub at his forehead to try and dispel the headache. He was tired too. “I don’t have time for this, River.”

“It’s okay,” said River softly, moving her fingers away from her face and tracing them down the sides of her phone, leaving wetness in their wake. “There’s no such thing as time.”

“River…” yellow for concern…or was that anxiety. “Do you need me to…are you in trouble?”

Tears threatened and fell down her cheeks. her voice rose in pitch and she couldn’t control her body. it shook. “I don’t remember calling you.”

“Where are you?” she could hear paper shuffling and the far off sound of aluminum hitting skin. someone swore. probably Dean. “I’ll come get you.”

“I think I’m lost, Sam,” she breathed, her head dropping back against whatever it was she was leaning against. She hadn’t bothered to check her surroundings, she hadn’t cared to care at all. “I don’t think you can find me.”

His smirk was purple and sepia against her skin. it dripped down her arm but didn’t burn her skin. “Is that a challenge?”

The arm holding her phone fell away of it’s own accord, the back of her wrist hitting the floor hard. The sound startled Sam and River listened to him call her name, call her name, call her name…until the red red red panic filled her eyes like bright sunshine and she let her eyelids fall.

“I don’t think it’s a challenge,” she heard herself murmur, her head lolling to the side. “I think it’s more of a warning.”

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5. They can fucking kill you (with their brains)

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help, i’m alive

So I have this fic, where Sam and River have a relationship in a dream world. Only the things that are happening in their dream world have manifested into their waking realities. Dean thinks there’s something supernatural messing with Sam, Simon thinks a side effect of the drugs is making River sick.

And the crossroads demon is having just the best of times…

Now I want to go back and read it all over again

jaredpadaleckiandsummerglau:

 ”Do you think they suspect you helped me get away?” 

“They suspect nothing.”

“Bu-“

“I made it convincing…”

“What did you do, River?”

“…”

thecunningclock:

4. Because they’re special children

and everyone thinks so

oh just one more thing…

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3. Because they are so very pretty.