Lana Lang

[Not connected to any Sam anywhere. Just me feeling really good about having written a prompt, even one so short. \o/ ]

He looks at her and sees someone who loves him unconditionally, something he can barely wrap his head around given the choices he's made. He sees the pain he's put her through, the pain he warned her would come. She deserves better, and he tries to push her away, but for some reason she pushes back. She's always there, waiting for him with open arms, forgiving each and every horrible mistake he makes. It's like she doesn't even see the darkness he knows is there.

He doesn't realize she sees him more clearly than anyone ever has. Her vision isn't as clouded as an older brother who only saw the boy he had taken care of his whole life, or a demon who only saw someone destined to lead them out of the pit. She saw someone like her, someone who was so many things to those around him, though none of those things were actually him. They were both just imperfect people who just wanted to be accepted for who they were.

If Lana can be that for him, she is more than willing.

Happy birthday, Sam.

[ooc: Pick a verse, any verse.]

Apocalypse or not, Lana was going to give her boys the best Christmas celebration she could.

[POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]

Bonus #1: Select five people from your muse's f-list and have them list five reasons for each person why they're thankful they know them.

[ooc: Multiple verses in this post, including canon. That said, not binding to any muse unless noted. As I have several verses that crossover with Supernatural, I won't specify which unless it's specific to a certain verse.]

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And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under

For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.

When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.

( But it never was, was it? )

[ooc: Open for RP with likely_evil, if the idiot wants to call her.]

He thought being with him would be the death of her, but thinking about life without him felt like it would kill her anyway.

[ooc: Not posting to the community. Too much angst.]