rivers_bend

Title: Nothing right in this world
Words: ~450
Rating: G
Genre: SPN genfic
Spoilers: Through 4.06? If you squint. Hard. With your head tilted really far to the side
A/N: I'm starting to wonder if antacid tablets are a mind-altering substance and no one told me.
Summary: Dean never should have left her.



There's something not right about the girl, but there is so much else wrong that you can't figure out what it is.

Your man is gone, and it's hard to even focus without his touch, the sound of his voice, the way he knows you inside and out. He gave you confidence to go down new roads that seemed treacherous, whispered words of encouragement, soothed you just the right way. But he's gone, and though he wasn't your first, you always thought he'd be your last, and you don't want someone else. Even someone your man loved as much as he loved you.

His man feels empty the way you do. His engine ticking over, but without any of the life he had before. You thought you knew him. You once did. As well as you know your man, but he changed in the years he was gone, and he's changed again now, in dark disturbing ways you have no ability to understand.

You do your best to keep him safe, clinging to the improvements your man made to you over the years, working to keep this man on the road he's chosen, even if it's not the way you would go if you had a choice. He's drunk and angry and utterly consumed by grief so often that you worry constantly he will end up dead, killing you in the process. He almost killed you before, and without your man to bring you back, this time it will stick.

It's the girl who reminds you of that horrible night. There's something about her that brings back the screams and the shattering impact every time she brushes fingers along your skin.

Perhaps she reminds your man's beloved of that night too. Once she hitches a ride, he stops taking so many risks, doesn't veer so often into the brambles, doesn't grip you so tight you fear your bones might break.

But, you don't like the way she looks at your man's beloved one. The sly way she uses you to get closer to him, taking advantage when you change direction, slippery thing that she is. You don't like her bag in your back seat, her distain for your man's music, her dirty boots on your dash.

She can't be trusted. Not even when she buys four quarts of oil and drains all the old gunk from your system. Not even when she makes sure they give you a shower once in a while to keep the salt from eating away at your skin.

There's something not right about the girl. But since He left, there's nothing right, and it's easier not to think too hard about it.