Pairing type: Romantic
Grief is a funny thing. Like an unexpected house guest, it always appears without warning, and it's never known how long it's going to stay. Twenty-year-old Sam Winchester would say he'd known his share of grieving; Twenty-two-year-old Sam Winchester would say Twenty-year-old Sam was an idiot.
Everything changed when Jess died. The boy who held a smile that could light the darkest days lost all reasons to show it. Sam became a shell of what he used to be, and though he felt it happening he had no desire to fight it. The emptiness was a welcome alternative to the pain.
Sarah came into his life like an earthquake that shook the whole foundation he had built his brooding persona upon. She was beautiful, she was fearless, and she was kind. She made Sam laugh, and when she did the sound felt foreign in his ears. Sam realized he hadn't laughed in a long time.
After he kissed her it was hours before he could stop smiling. Normally Dean would have given him a hard time for it, but this time he was grinning right alongside his brother. He was thrilled to see the life in Sam's eyes again.
That was the beginning in a lot of ways. There would be plenty of darkness to come for Sam Winchester, and while he would falter at times, he would never truly succumb to it. When the weight of all he'd done got too heavy on his shoulders Sam would always pull out the picture of the beautiful girl with the long brown hair, and somehow then he would find the strength to soldier on. Her world was a world worth saving.
He had the urge to call her a time or two, but he never did. There were too many memories he didn't wish to taint with too many questions he didn't want to answer. Still, the brief days they spent together started Sam Winchester down the road that would eventually end with him being the boy who saved the world.
The gospels would never remember Sarah Blake; Sam would never forget.