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manorsuperman) wrote2009-10-12 10:45 pm
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20_songs:: Sam/Lana :: Forgotten - Avril Lavigne
She'd already accepted the breakup. She'd accepted the fact that he'd removed himself from her life. There would be no more phone calls, no more text messages or e-mails, no more surprise visits or sex in her office. He decided it was too dangerous for her, and no matter how she had argued, he stood firm. Still, somewhere in that acceptance, there had been hope that one day he'd come to his senses and come back to here.
Not anymore.
Lana was crushed, but more than that, she was angry. He told her he loved her, that he wanted to protect her. He said he didn't want anyone else to be hurt because of him, but it was just the same song Lex played for her, transposed into a different, more tender key. How he could possibly think he was protecting her now was beyond her, not that it mattered anymore. He belonged to Lucifer now, of his own free will. It was time to move on, time to stop letting him hold her back, especially not from the one who'd actually stood by her through all this and needed someone now more than ever.
She took the stuffed bear he'd sent her for Valentine's Day years before and tossed it in hole in the ground, along with a little salt and plenty of accelerant. As far as she was concerned, Sam Winchester was dead, and since she didn't have a body, this would have to do.
Not anymore.
Lana was crushed, but more than that, she was angry. He told her he loved her, that he wanted to protect her. He said he didn't want anyone else to be hurt because of him, but it was just the same song Lex played for her, transposed into a different, more tender key. How he could possibly think he was protecting her now was beyond her, not that it mattered anymore. He belonged to Lucifer now, of his own free will. It was time to move on, time to stop letting him hold her back, especially not from the one who'd actually stood by her through all this and needed someone now more than ever.
She took the stuffed bear he'd sent her for Valentine's Day years before and tossed it in hole in the ground, along with a little salt and plenty of accelerant. As far as she was concerned, Sam Winchester was dead, and since she didn't have a body, this would have to do.