urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smilelikesteel Jo Harvelle Jo Harvelle 2007-02-20T08:26:44Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:smilelikesteel:654 2007-02-20T08:24:41Z 2007-02-20T08:26:44Z He didn't call.<br /><br />I didn't believe him when he said he would.<br /><br />I guess there'd be no right place in the world, never a right time. <br /><br />It was the other one who called instead.<br /><br />Sam.<br /><br />I don't know why I picked up. I saw his number come up on the screen of my cellphone and something dropped in my stomach like a stone in a cold, deep lake. <br /><br /><i>My daddy killed your daddy.</i> <br /><br />And fear, and fuck, I hate fear. Fear makes you weak and if you're a hunter, you can't afford weakness. Tied to a post with a gag in my mouth, I was weak. I was just another helpless little girl and it was that helplessness that scared me the most.<br /><br />But I picked up anyway.<br /><br />"H-hey, Jo."<br /><br />For a second, it was hard to force the words out of my mouth, up my throat, over my tongue. "Sam."<br /><br />"Hey, uh-"<br /><br />"You said that already."<br /><br />"Uh, yeah." He doesn't know how to start. Neither do I. <br /><br /><i>You carry quite a torch.</i><br /><br />"Look, I just wanted to say-"<br /><br />"Don't."<br /><br />A pause.<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"Dont' say you're sorry." I sigh. "You were posessed. It wasn't your fault. You don't need - don't bother."<br /><br />"Jo-" Stop saying my name.<br /><br />Stop saying my name like that. <br /><br />"Yeah. It's okay."<br /><br />I can hear him exhaule audibly on the other end of the line. I don't blame him for what happened. Just as, now, I don't blame him or Dean for what happened to Dad. The man to blame was dead. <br /><br /><i>I could be so much more to you.</i><br /><br />"Dean, he's - he said to tell you hey."<br /><br />No, he didn't.<br /><br />His hand on mine. Sam's, not Dean's. And that weird feeling, that skip of a heartbeat when Sam first looked at me, before the look in his eyes turned dark, scary and before his fingers on my wrist started to bruise. Sam?<br /><br />I laugh despite myself.<br /><br />"I'll call you," Sam said.<br /><br />I believed him.