*Rose jumped slightly when the arrow hit the door frame and she turned around to look at Sam. She had been fighting her tears. She wouldn’t cry. Not in front of him. Not in front of anyone. She had lived her life thinking it as a weakness, and now that it was the only thing she wanted to do at the moment, but she wouldn’t allow herself to do it.*
*At his words though, she blinked a few times in shock and ran a hand through her hair.* Sam I.. I don’t think you could love me the way I am… But I’m not changing either… *She said before her arms wrapped around herself. Anyone would assume she was cold, but she was just trying to keep herself from bursting into tears.*
Fine… You know what, you just do whatever the hell you want. You want to try to love me, go ahead. No promises I’ll love you back. *She muttered harshly before turning to go back inside but she stopped.*
If you want to come back inside, that’s fine… Just no more truth or dare… I think we’ve had enough of that. *She said, loud enough so Sam could hear before she walked inside, leaving the door open just in case.*
Sam smiled to himself, a small twitch of his lips, and put his wings away. He knew this wasn’t exactly the right time to be amused, but all the same, he felt that he had something with her. He didn’t know what it was, but he thought he had it anyways.
He walked over to the door, giving the world behind him one last glance. He felt his heart lurch thinking about what he’d been meaning to do. Hurt Rose? He could never do that- he could never hurt Rose. It really hadn’t been that long that they’d known each other; but it was something. Maybe it was his turn to fall in love.
He walked inside and caught her wrist in his hand. He didn’t pull her in, but rather just made sure she stopped. She didn’t have to even look at him, just… listen.
"Rose, talk to me," he said softly. "I trust you, and I’m sorry about my rashness. It comes with being a Cupid and sometimes I can’t- sometimes I can’t control it."
- Do no resist an angel when they ask for clothing; You’ll regret it
- Do not touch their nest when it’s in construction; You will loose a limb.
- Unless you are the intended mate, do not lay in, sit on, or stare at the nest.
- Do not make fun of an angel for nesting; They don’t appreciate that.
- Do no ask for the clothing back; It belongs to them now.
- Just don’t resist; If you like being alive, do as they say.
Let’s see what happens…
Angelic Insults for your Supernatural!Tuesday viewing pleasure.
*Rose listened to the other, laughing dryly and she shook her head.* No, Sam. You’re right. I’m just a goddamned abomination. I shouldn’t even fucking exist!
And you are also right about having that warped vision. Because you can’t change me. No matter how much you or anyone loves me, I will always be an abomination and a killer. Nothing and no one can change that. Or me.
*Rose looked down, blinking back tears.* And you can’t stay here and you can’t be with me. You’re right about that too. So how about you leave. Because I really don’t care to have you around anymore. *She said, turning to he back into the house. How could she be so damn stupid? She knew she could never get close to an angel, but she tried anyway. Looks like she would never do that again.*
Sam wiped his eyes, realizing now that he hurt her. Well, what did he think this was going to do? He didn’t think, that was it. All Sam was ever taught to think about was other people. He would willingly put his life on the line for a perfect stranger. But now, since he’s been changing- he’s been selfish. Selfish and stubborn, that was what he was becoming. Where was that cupid that everyone loved so much?
Sam took out his bow again and shot one arrow, but it didn’t hit her, he was aiming to get her attention again. The arrow stuck in the door frame where she was practically crossing through now. He felt something come over him. He couldn’t let her go. She was all he had, she was the rebellion inside him. She sparked this flame in him, and now he couldn’t forget.
"Maybe," Sam said, loud enough for her to hear. "Maybe I don’t have to change you. Maybe I love you just the way you are."
Hey, you are the one that wanted to stay. I’m not forcing you to stay here anymore you chose that. *Rose said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Then he was her that. That one word she hated because it was true. Abomination. She was an abomination. And she could new change that.*
*Rose didn’t speak another word until Sam was done. He was right after all. About some things. He was right that demons did trick people, an that she did put him in danger, but she never wanted to trick him. An getting him to bed was not the plan. She really didn’t even have a plan anymore. She was just winging it.*
*Hen Sam pointed the arrow at her, she smiled slightly and nodded. Of course it would come to this. It always did.* You know what? Go ahead. Shoot me. It will do all of us a favor. *She said, holding her arms out and she took a few steps closer. Normally she would be fighting tooth and nail so she could survive to kill the thing that killed her mother, but she couldn’t anymore. He was her own father. So now she wasn’t sure what to do, and this just seemed like the only reasonable thing.*
Come on, what the hell are you waiting for? Shoot me!
Sam held his finger on his bow, not sure what he wanted to do. He’d… never killed anyone before, at least not with his bow. His bow was always used for making people come together. Never to harm people, especially people who have only helped him… people who have only cared for him.
His hands became too shaky to keep his bow up, so he put it down. His eyes burned when he felt the weak need to cry. His bow glowed and disappeared from his hands.
"I can’t," he said quietly, "I can’t stay here, I can’t be with you.”
He put a hand over his eyes and took a deep breath in. He couldn’t hold himself together anymore. “I think that I have some sort of… of warped vision in my mind. That maybe, I can change you. I’ve always thought I could change people. That if I loved them enough- they could be better.”
Sam didn’t want to hurt Rose, he didn’t want her to be his ‘project’ like the others. And most of all, he didn’t want to be hurt himself.
"Rose, you’re not… you’re not an abomination. I shouldn’t have called you that."
I let out a surprised little noise when you tug me in again, soon getting lost in the sudden and overwhelming feeling of a real kiss. I still had no clue what a kiss was meant for or what it could lead to, but at the moment, I didn’t care.
My skin felt aflame as I wrapped my arms around you tighter, fingers curling in your hair as I kept you close, returning the passion in your kiss. I could feel myself losing what little control I had, pushing you down slightly on the cloud and moving over above you. By now, I was reacting on instinct that came from my human side.
"Sam, what is this… I’m so confused…" I gasp out as I finally pull away, feeling and looking completely disheveled and debauched. My eyes were bright though, no longer holding back tears and instead holding curiosity.
Sam gasped when he felt the raw emotion in her kiss, letting her take control of this moment. He willingly let her take hold of him, hands in his hair, pushing him him and holding him close. He loved the touch, because it was something he always craved. Contact with someone, passionate intimacy like this was something Cupids didn’t often find. He was almost desperate for this. For her.
Sam’s wings spread to out to make lying on his back comfortable. He placed his hands on her; one on her arm, another on her waist. Once, a long time ago, he had a lover; but she betrayed him. He wasn’t sure he missed this closeness, for fear of betrayal by the people he held most dear to him. But now that he had it, now that it was in the palm of his hand. He enjoyed it more than ever.
"I don’t know, Shale," Sam said, rubbing her arm softly. "But I promise you I won’t hurt you. We can get through this together."
*Rose’s brows furrowed in anger, but anger towards herself. She signed and ran a hand through her hair before looking at the other with a sad expression and she took a step towards him.*
Sam, listen. It was going differently I… I just.. My brain, I can’t shut it off. I mean, I was really enjoying the kiss, enjoying you, but that was the problem. My brain automatically decided to remind me that you were an angel, which reminded me that I was an angel and I just.. I’m sorry, Sam. It’s totally my fault I shouldn’t have… It was a mistake.. Pulling away, not kissing you. Kissing you would never be a mistake.
*Rose looked at Sam’s wings and hers twitched slightly, making her wince slightly as her broken wing tried to move.* You aren’t going to fly, right? You won’t leave me, right? *She asked, looking at Sam with sad eyes.*
"I don’t know what to do. Honestly? I don’t even know what I’m doing with a… with a demon. No, not a demon, an abomination," Sam growled, more frustrated at himself, but lashing out because of it. "I thought that this was just going to be… another day, you know? I thought I was going to meet someone new that I could trust."
Sam turned away, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm down. His heart was racing, and he was so confused. He didn’t know what he was doing, or what was coming out of his mouth. He knew he would regret this. “But you had to show up. You had to take me away. You put my life in danger and now what are you doing?”
He turned back on her, his eyes full of hurt and anger. “You’re trying to get in bed with me, and I bet this is just another trick. Another game you play. Once a demon, always a demon. Demons always trick people.” He spat. “A demon tricked my father, you know. A demon tricked my father into going against the father. Now my father is no better than you. He said he would never leave me and look where he is now. Hell. And that’s where you’re going to be, too.”
Sam withdrew his bow and arrow, aiming his bow right at her. Though he was threatening her, his hands trembled. This night just kept getting worse.