Her, To Home

Chapter#27

The chill in the room was strange, like something was crawling on her skin, raising alarms in her head. Her breath also felt cold as if she could see the ghost the room held dancing in the air coming out of her mouth. She wasn't afraid but yet, she wanted to escape already. When her eyes fell on the lifeless white dome, she stepped back almost unconsciously, her mouth opening in a gasp but found a warm chest behind her, supporting her. His hand slide around her waist and she felt him give her a comforting squeeze. Her eyes slide to the man beside her who was already staring back at her with chilled eyes and then to the body covered in white cloth. She took a deep breath and once again stepped towards it, making sure she wouldn't run away, she held Dean hand which was on her waist tightly.

She was glad that there was someone who was willing to touch that soulless body because she couldn't. This was June Parker, her June Parker, her best friend. Even though this same June Parker made the foolishness of making her choose between her and Dean, she was still her someone who Sara had loved, had held dear. She couldn't find herself to be cold to her, to be annoyed from her hatred any longer, not when the same June who walked with so much resentment was suddenly a cold, silent body.

Sara closed her eyes tightly when the cop pushed back the cloth, clutching her jaw to not let any tears escape she dug her nails in Dean's hands and found him unmoving. She took another deep breath and suddenly felt sick to her stomach but forced herself to open her eyes.

She once again stepped back deeper into Dean's embrace and a silent cry escaped her mouth. Her hand coming up to cover her mouth so that she wouldn't make a sound.

June Parker's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. The usual darkness she had recently seen in her eyes were no longer swirling in them instead they looked sad, lonely eyes filled with despair as they looking into nothingness. Her bare shoulders just made Sara feel colder and she wanted to take off her clothes to cover them.

"You have something to say to her?" His soft whisper in her ear made her flinch back into reality and she turned her wet eyes towards his which held helplessness and wanted to dug herself deeper into him. She didn't want to feel this sad; she didn't want to feel like she needs to say something but the words she should say where overflowing inside her mind so she slowly nodded.

Dean had been right, someone needed to grieve for June, someone needed to remember that there was more to June then a girl who had been so deeply thrown into the maze her sister created in her head. Sara didn't even know how many years it had taken for June to reach a point where she was ready to kill someone just for the sake of curing herself from the madness that had taken over her. Someone needed to remember June Parker as she should have been, as she would have been if....

Leaning closer she raised one hand and pressed it against June's cold forehand. The chill of her lifeless body sent a chill through her body but the warmth of Dean's body assured her that she didn't have to be afraid of this bone chilling cold.

"I am sorry, June." Sara whispered. She knew June could no longer hear her nor could she can care but Sara needed to apologize. She needed to hold herself responsible. Not for her death but being unable to see that June had always been suffering. She had webbed herself into this cobweb so deeply that at the end, even with her life on the line she had taken a step deeper into that darkness rather than taking her hand. Sara wished June had talked to her. In the past four years they have been together, Sara would have tried to help June. If she knew that June was so deeply into this ecstasy of hatred towards a man she hardly knew, Sara would have shown her the same man who was deserving of her love. She was sorry, she was sorry for not being able to see through June's disguise. She had been unable to tell her lies from truth. She wanted to apologize for not being able to cure the resentment that had taken June's life.