Song; What If — Jason Derulo
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was presumed that Sam would spend his night drinking alone at the pub while he watched his older brother flirt with some cougars and sneak drinks to the underage college girls. The occasional older woman would approach him with fiery hues and dirty thoughts, but he would not budge. He’d simply keep to himself, focusing his time and attention on the article before him.
—-And then she walked in.
Beautiful, crimson tresses fell down her back as she sauntered her way to the bar, confidence dripping from her aura as every man turned to stare. His hazel eyes were fixated on the way she twirled her red strands around her fingers, and the way her lips moved so sensually when she ordered that martini. Sam was so consumed with her presence that he hadn’t noticed the mysterious stranger staring right back at him.
That’s when his mind wandered off into a far-fetched, alternative reality as it sometimes had. Fate could have brought them to this run down establishment on the same eve for a reason; meeting her here could have been their destiny all along.
Slowly dropping his head down a bit, his eyes shut lightly and a smile curled at his lips. Vivid images of their life together painted his mind — their first kiss, holding hands during strolls in the park, spending their first night together. His psyche continued a step further, imagining the younger Winchester propping himself on one knee and revealing a sparkling, diamond ring. Sam pictured the tears of happiness overwhelming her eyes as they flooded over and poured down her cheeks.
Their wedding would take place on a secluded beach in early summer, with Dean standing by his side as he watched his bride slowly walk down the aisle. No moment would ever be as beautiful to him as the second he would be able to kiss her passionately before their friends and family and claim her as his wife for eternity.
Possibly they’d have three or four kids, all with long, auburn hair as their mother, and hazel eyes as their father. Sam would kiss his perfect family good morning and good night every day he lived until the moment of his last breath. When lying on his death bed, his wife’s face would be the last he’d see before passing on into his new life. Most married couples live by the words ‘til death do us part’, but not even that could separate him from his one true love.
Yet this all was speculation filling his conscious as he found himself slumped over a glass of whiskey with glazed over orbs. As much as he always dreamed of having that perfect family, he knew that it was likely not in the cards for him. The last thing he’d ever want to do was endanger those that he loved more than life itself, therefore never allowing him to feel such human emotions. Instead, Sam took another sip, watching hopelessly as the red head walked out the door on the arm of another man.
[ What if. ]