[Supernatural] "Six Months" [G]
Title: Six Months
Author: Ami Ven
Word Count: 900
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Pairing(s): background implied Sam/Eileen, Dean/Cas
Summary Sam’s daughter is six months old, today.
Six Months
“What the hell, Sammy?” said Dean, when his brother appeared at the top of the Bunker stairs. “You text me Are you home? at midnight and then don’t answer any of my calls or-”
He broke off as Sam clattered down the steps to envelope him in a fierce hug. Not just the quick ‘hello’ hug he normally got when Sam stopped by the Bunker or Dean visited the unassuming two-story house Sam and Eileen had gotten when they found out that Baby Deanna was on the way, no, this hug went on far longer than that, long enough for Dean to pat his brother’s shoulder and try to pull back. But Sam just squeezed him tighter, so Dean turned his head enough to yell, “Cas!”
The angel appeared a moment later, blade in hand, but lowered it immediately. “I sensed Sam’s arrival,” he said. “You made it sound like something was wrong.”
“There is!” Dean insisted. “Sammy’s possessed, or something.”
Sam finally pulled away. “I’m not possessed Dean. I’m just…”
Dean gave Cas a pointed look, but the angel just frowned. “Sam is not under the influence of anything that I can detect, Dean. I believe he is just especially emotional.”
“That’s worse,” complained Dean, but they both ignored him.
“Is it something we can help you with, Sam?” asked Cas. “Or would you prefer to speak with your brother privately?”
Sam smiled. “You’re my brother, too, Cas. And I don’t need help, not really. I just wanted to come and say thank you to Dean.”
“For what?” Dean asked.
His brother let out a long breath. “Deanna was six months old today. Or, yesterday, now.”
“Crap,” said Dean. “She isn’t-”
“She’s fine,” Sam interrupted. “Of course she’s fine. We killed the yellow-eyed demon. We reordered all of hell. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen.”
Cas frowned. “Her nursery is heavily warded. No one who does not love Deanna may even enter the room.”
“I know, I know, Eileen told me the same thing. But I couldn’t sleep, so I sat up and watched Deanna sleep. Then, it was midnight and nothing had happened. Eileen came in to feed her and I just suddenly felt… exhausted.”
“Staying up all night paranoid will do that to you,” said Dean.
“No,” said Sam. “Babies in general are exhausting. Changing, feeding, sleeping - or not sleeping…”
“And your two dozen parenting books didn’t prepare you for that?”
“No, they did. But, Dean, you were four years old.”
His brother’s teasing smirk shifted to a frown. “Sammy…”
“I know that you always say you raised me, but I guess I’d never thought about what that really meant. The things I could remember seemed so normal - you made meals when Dad was gone, you taught me how to tie my shoes and ride a bike, you made sure I got to school on time even if you were planning to skip. I knew lots of kids with older siblings who did stuff like that and I never thought anything of it.”
“You weren’t supposed to,” said Dean. “That’s what big brothers are for.”
“Maybe,” said Sam. “But that’s also what parents are for. Because it wasn’t just that stuff. We were never around babies, Dean, not as far back as I can remember, but you always knew exactly how to handle one. And the only baby you’d have been around that I couldn’t remember was me, and you were four years old.”
“I was five by then,” said Dean. “And Dad had a lot on his plate. He’d just lost Mom and-”
“You just lost Mom, too,” Sam interrupted. “And you… It’s hard enough taking care of a baby with two grown adults, but you were just a kid yourself. It wasn’t fair and I never realized it and I’m sorry.”
Dean snorted. “It wasn’t your fault. And we can’t change it now.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Look, it was normal for me, too. I used to help Mom take care of you, you know, as soon as you were born. You were cute when you were tiny and you looked at me like I was the best thing ever. Then Mom was gone and I was the only one taking care of you and that was all I knew.”
“That doesn’t make it right,” Sam protested.
“No, it doesn’t,” agreed Dean, on a long breath. “But it happened, and it’s a part of us, and we’ve got to make our peace with the way things were before we can be at peace with the way things are now.”
“Dean…”
“Shut up. Cas got me some self-help books and they’re… not totally stupid.”
“No, I mean…” Sam huffed a laugh. “That sounds really healthy.”
“Yeah?” said Dean. “You know what else is healthy? A full night’s sleep.”
“Dean,” said Cas, “We weren’t asleep when Sam texted.”
“That’s beside the point!”
Sam smiled, then yawned.
“See!” said Dean. “You’d better get home, Sammy.”
“I…” Sam hugged him again, but pulled back before his brother could object. “Thanks, Dean.”
“Yeah, yeah, get home to that kid,” said Dean.
As Sam jogged back up the stairs and closed the door behind him, Dean leaned against Cas’s shoulder and let out a long breath.
“You okay?” Cas asked.
Dean paused, actually considering the question. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think I am.”
THE END
Current Mood:
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Author: Ami Ven
Word Count: 900
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Pairing(s): background implied Sam/Eileen, Dean/Cas
Summary Sam’s daughter is six months old, today.
Six Months
“What the hell, Sammy?” said Dean, when his brother appeared at the top of the Bunker stairs. “You text me Are you home? at midnight and then don’t answer any of my calls or-”
He broke off as Sam clattered down the steps to envelope him in a fierce hug. Not just the quick ‘hello’ hug he normally got when Sam stopped by the Bunker or Dean visited the unassuming two-story house Sam and Eileen had gotten when they found out that Baby Deanna was on the way, no, this hug went on far longer than that, long enough for Dean to pat his brother’s shoulder and try to pull back. But Sam just squeezed him tighter, so Dean turned his head enough to yell, “Cas!”
The angel appeared a moment later, blade in hand, but lowered it immediately. “I sensed Sam’s arrival,” he said. “You made it sound like something was wrong.”
“There is!” Dean insisted. “Sammy’s possessed, or something.”
Sam finally pulled away. “I’m not possessed Dean. I’m just…”
Dean gave Cas a pointed look, but the angel just frowned. “Sam is not under the influence of anything that I can detect, Dean. I believe he is just especially emotional.”
“That’s worse,” complained Dean, but they both ignored him.
“Is it something we can help you with, Sam?” asked Cas. “Or would you prefer to speak with your brother privately?”
Sam smiled. “You’re my brother, too, Cas. And I don’t need help, not really. I just wanted to come and say thank you to Dean.”
“For what?” Dean asked.
His brother let out a long breath. “Deanna was six months old today. Or, yesterday, now.”
“Crap,” said Dean. “She isn’t-”
“She’s fine,” Sam interrupted. “Of course she’s fine. We killed the yellow-eyed demon. We reordered all of hell. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen.”
Cas frowned. “Her nursery is heavily warded. No one who does not love Deanna may even enter the room.”
“I know, I know, Eileen told me the same thing. But I couldn’t sleep, so I sat up and watched Deanna sleep. Then, it was midnight and nothing had happened. Eileen came in to feed her and I just suddenly felt… exhausted.”
“Staying up all night paranoid will do that to you,” said Dean.
“No,” said Sam. “Babies in general are exhausting. Changing, feeding, sleeping - or not sleeping…”
“And your two dozen parenting books didn’t prepare you for that?”
“No, they did. But, Dean, you were four years old.”
His brother’s teasing smirk shifted to a frown. “Sammy…”
“I know that you always say you raised me, but I guess I’d never thought about what that really meant. The things I could remember seemed so normal - you made meals when Dad was gone, you taught me how to tie my shoes and ride a bike, you made sure I got to school on time even if you were planning to skip. I knew lots of kids with older siblings who did stuff like that and I never thought anything of it.”
“You weren’t supposed to,” said Dean. “That’s what big brothers are for.”
“Maybe,” said Sam. “But that’s also what parents are for. Because it wasn’t just that stuff. We were never around babies, Dean, not as far back as I can remember, but you always knew exactly how to handle one. And the only baby you’d have been around that I couldn’t remember was me, and you were four years old.”
“I was five by then,” said Dean. “And Dad had a lot on his plate. He’d just lost Mom and-”
“You just lost Mom, too,” Sam interrupted. “And you… It’s hard enough taking care of a baby with two grown adults, but you were just a kid yourself. It wasn’t fair and I never realized it and I’m sorry.”
Dean snorted. “It wasn’t your fault. And we can’t change it now.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Look, it was normal for me, too. I used to help Mom take care of you, you know, as soon as you were born. You were cute when you were tiny and you looked at me like I was the best thing ever. Then Mom was gone and I was the only one taking care of you and that was all I knew.”
“That doesn’t make it right,” Sam protested.
“No, it doesn’t,” agreed Dean, on a long breath. “But it happened, and it’s a part of us, and we’ve got to make our peace with the way things were before we can be at peace with the way things are now.”
“Dean…”
“Shut up. Cas got me some self-help books and they’re… not totally stupid.”
“No, I mean…” Sam huffed a laugh. “That sounds really healthy.”
“Yeah?” said Dean. “You know what else is healthy? A full night’s sleep.”
“Dean,” said Cas, “We weren’t asleep when Sam texted.”
“That’s beside the point!”
Sam smiled, then yawned.
“See!” said Dean. “You’d better get home, Sammy.”
“I…” Sam hugged him again, but pulled back before his brother could object. “Thanks, Dean.”
“Yeah, yeah, get home to that kid,” said Dean.
As Sam jogged back up the stairs and closed the door behind him, Dean leaned against Cas’s shoulder and let out a long breath.
“You okay?” Cas asked.
Dean paused, actually considering the question. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think I am.”
THE END
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