Jon Snow (Post-resurrection)

A/N: This chapter starts at episode 6x04: Book of the Stranger.

Jon Snow continued packing supplies on his satchel, determined to leave the Night's Watch after last night's events. Behind him, he could sense Edd touching Longclaw and glaring at him disapprovingly but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Where you gonna go?" He asked him.

"South," Jon replied.

"What are you gonna do?" He demanded to know.

"Get warm," He said with a sad smile.

Edd shook his head and slammed the Valyrian Steel sword on the table.

"I was with you at Hardhome," He reminded him. "We saw what's out there. We know it's coming here. How can you leave us now?!"

Jon sighed heavily. "I did everything I could. You know that."

"You swore a vow," Edd insisted.

"Aye, I pledged my life to the Night's Watch. I gave my life." The former Lord Commander declared.

"For all nights to come." His friend stressed.

"They killed me, Edd!" Jon snapped. "My own brothers. You want me to stay here after that?"

Suddenly, their conversation was cut short by the sound of the horn.

"Riders approaching!" Someone called out. "Open the gate!"

Edd and Jon exchanged a glance before moving to the courtyard outside. There, they saw three riders cross the gates of Castle Black, one was a distinctively tall and formidable-looking blonde woman covered in black armor, a young man that might be her squire for all intents and purposes if not actual rank and...

"It can't be!" Jon thought, shocked. "Sansa?!

He watched as his sister climbed down her horse, and as could see how much she had grown into a beautiful young woman in the last few years. Then her eyes found him and her lips started quivering ever so slightly. Barely aware of what he was doing, Jon went down the stairs and got closer. There they stood in front of each other, emotions swelling within them now that they have reunited again after so long and all they had endured since they last met. Unable to contain themselves, they ran forward and embraced each other more tightly than ever, joy filling them both.

And that's when Jon remembered his dream. He was still coming to grips with the fact he has been brought back to life so he hadn't been sure if the dream from when he was dead was just the ramblings of a dying mind. And yet he was breathing again so perhaps the Lord of Light or an Old God actually decided to intervene on his behalf. Still, making him the absolute god of his family tree in practically every way? That seemed like a stretch regardless of religion.

But as Sansa, who Jon could feel was a woman, grown, no longer a skinny child, continued to hug him, he couldn't help but grasp if it was true.