She manages to forget the demon and her promise for whole stretches of time, but the memory comes back when she's at her happiest: her wedding, so bitter without her parents but still somehow joyful; when the doctor tells her she's seven weeks along, when she wins the argument over what they'll call him-or-her when him-or-her comes around. When Dean coughs and sputters, tiny and red-faced and indignant in her arms, when he says his first word (Zee-ba), takes his first steps, and none of that is any less amazing when it's Sam. When, on one anniversary, she and John take a ride in the Impala and John sings along to his new favorite band (Metallica?) and she pleads for him to shut up.
That night cuts through the sunlight, through Dean's laughing face, I'll come and ask for something, and warmth drains away for a moment until she can forget again.
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She manages to forget the demon and her promise for whole stretches of time, but the memory comes back when she's at her happiest: her wedding, so bitter without her parents but still somehow joyful; when the doctor tells her she's seven weeks along, when she wins the argument over what they'll call him-or-her when him-or-her comes around. When Dean coughs and sputters, tiny and red-faced and indignant in her arms, when he says his first word (Zee-ba), takes his first steps, and none of that is any less amazing when it's Sam. When, on one anniversary, she and John take a ride in the Impala and John sings along to his new favorite band (Metallica?) and she pleads for him to shut up.
That night cuts through the sunlight, through Dean's laughing face, I'll come and ask for something, and warmth drains away for a moment until she can forget again.