𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [ˢᵘᵖᵉʳⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ]✔

epilogue.

Sometimes he would see her in the his reflection on the surface of the Impala. The sun shining and her hair flying in the wind.

Sometimes he'd hear her laugh in an empty room. Or feel the touch of her hand, soft and beautiful.

Sometimes, he'd feel her next to him. The rise and fall of the bedcovers next to him, the smell of her perfume on the bedsheets, in his hair. Roses,roses, roses. It followed him everywhere.

Those nights were the worst, eyes staring up at a blank ceiling. Eyes that used to look to her with love. Lock onto hers and be filled with the sense that everything would be alright.

"I'll be there when you need me and when you don't, Sam Winchester"

When did she ever lie.

Author's note:

I haven't been happy with Supernatural for a while now and that has unfortunately affected my inspiration for writing this book. But instead of just abandoning I have been rewriting it to give you all a more final ending to Sight.  Thank you to everyone who has commented, not matter how small or how frequently, I love reading them all.