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crossoverficTitle: Not Knowing What Is Real
Fandom: Supernatural/Veronica Mars
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rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Sam/Veronica, Dean, Cas
Word Count: 501
For: theechochorus, sequoya
Prompt: 91. Crash
Summary: I haven’t written Sam/Veronica since Christmas last year, wow!
Rating: PG-13
Blindly I point my gun at the devil that has been invading my thoughts for days now, not knowing that I’m being watched by her frightened eyes, and find myself pointing it at the person I love most in the world.
(she’ll be forever tied with Dean, willing to give up her life to bring me back every time)
Now my new imaginary friend is standing by her side his grin sick and twisted, knowing that if he could touch anyone besides me he would be hurting her just like before and it looks like I’m aiming right for her.
“Sam! What the hell are you doing, give me the gun.”
Tiny hands, those hands that have let me in and comforted me every time I needed it, reach out toward me and can’t help but hold them thinking how damn real they feel.
“Is this lovely little girl really here, Sammy-boy, or I am I just fucking with you?”
Piercing laughter fills my brain and blocks out her warm words that usually fill me up, but when she grabs on to me I find my way back to her once again.
(trying to block out the devil on shoulder and focus on the angel)
“S-She’s real, I know it, you son of bitch, I know it.”
The concern for both me and my sanity fill those beautiful eyes, eyes that have been keeping me from jumping out of my skin since they came, and I can’t say that she isn’t real as the touch of her soft hands wake me up.
“Is he here right now, Sam?”
The fear of my invisible devil is clear, and I can see her remembering him and all the pain he caused while prancing around with my face, but that doesn’t drive her away like it should.
(after all she would never leave me without trying to fix me first)
“Yes, he’s always here, Ronnie, I can’t get rid of him.”
His fingers run over her bare arm and play with her golden locks, another trick to try and make me finally crack, but she can’t feel a damn thing this show is just for me.
“Well, Sam, I highly doubt you really want me to leave and neither does Miss. Mars. I bet she still remembers all the fun we had back in the day, Sammy.”
That sadistic grin of his floats before me, making me go back to a time when he was taking a ride in my skin and hurting the people I love, and I cover my ears knowing it won’t do any good.
“Sammy, you need to listen to me, he isn’t real. The real things are you and me, don’t let him destroy that. I’m real, Sammy, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Her grip on my hands tighten, pushing down on the deep cuts on my palm, and her lips find me like they always do, not knowing that she is making my nightmare man flicker into oblivion.
Fandom: Supernatural/Veronica Mars
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Sam/Veronica, Dean, Cas
Word Count: 501
For: theechochorus, sequoya
Prompt: 91. Crash
Summary: I haven’t written Sam/Veronica since Christmas last year, wow!
Rating: PG-13
Blindly I point my gun at the devil that has been invading my thoughts for days now, not knowing that I’m being watched by her frightened eyes, and find myself pointing it at the person I love most in the world.
(she’ll be forever tied with Dean, willing to give up her life to bring me back every time)
Now my new imaginary friend is standing by her side his grin sick and twisted, knowing that if he could touch anyone besides me he would be hurting her just like before and it looks like I’m aiming right for her.
“Sam! What the hell are you doing, give me the gun.”
Tiny hands, those hands that have let me in and comforted me every time I needed it, reach out toward me and can’t help but hold them thinking how damn real they feel.
“Is this lovely little girl really here, Sammy-boy, or I am I just fucking with you?”
Piercing laughter fills my brain and blocks out her warm words that usually fill me up, but when she grabs on to me I find my way back to her once again.
(trying to block out the devil on shoulder and focus on the angel)
“S-She’s real, I know it, you son of bitch, I know it.”
The concern for both me and my sanity fill those beautiful eyes, eyes that have been keeping me from jumping out of my skin since they came, and I can’t say that she isn’t real as the touch of her soft hands wake me up.
“Is he here right now, Sam?”
The fear of my invisible devil is clear, and I can see her remembering him and all the pain he caused while prancing around with my face, but that doesn’t drive her away like it should.
(after all she would never leave me without trying to fix me first)
“Yes, he’s always here, Ronnie, I can’t get rid of him.”
His fingers run over her bare arm and play with her golden locks, another trick to try and make me finally crack, but she can’t feel a damn thing this show is just for me.
“Well, Sam, I highly doubt you really want me to leave and neither does Miss. Mars. I bet she still remembers all the fun we had back in the day, Sammy.”
That sadistic grin of his floats before me, making me go back to a time when he was taking a ride in my skin and hurting the people I love, and I cover my ears knowing it won’t do any good.
“Sammy, you need to listen to me, he isn’t real. The real things are you and me, don’t let him destroy that. I’m real, Sammy, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Her grip on my hands tighten, pushing down on the deep cuts on my palm, and her lips find me like they always do, not knowing that she is making my nightmare man flicker into oblivion.
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