Me, I'm not - Wisconsin 1989
Title: Wisconsin, June 1989
Verse: Me, I'm not.
Author: Lifeisticking
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Words: Under 1000
Warnings: Gunshots
Summary: He's just too glad they're both alive and well to question too closely why the Shtriga died to easily.
Note : John's POV, some of Sam's POV
Wisconsin, June 1989 - Sam, age 6
John’s plans to keep Sam away from the hunter’s life, which had been working well for now, are shattered when he’s targeted by a Shtriga right under his nose. He reassures his child afterward that it was just a nightmare, and that there was no monster under his bed or by the window. Sammy’s crying in his arms as he rocks him, petting his hair, and he’s still sobbing for Daddy and ‘’Dee’’ to save him from the monster.
He’s just glad they’re both alive and well, breathing and conscious, to question too closely why the Shtriga died so easily. He had interrupted it’s feeding to save his boy, not the slightest hint of hesitation about it: he wasn’t taking the risk that it would kill Sammy to wait and try to shoot it fatally.
It had still died from the silver bullets despite the bad timing - it should have run away unscathed… Maybe it had been weak, but it’s dead, and now all the kids will be safe, that is all that matters. John hovers over Sam until he falls back asleep, and he shivers at the cold air in the room, probably a leftover from the Shtriga.
Sam’s subdued the next morning, quieter than usual. He leaves him to eat his bowl of Lucky Charm by himself in the kitchen after giving him a pat on the shoulder, while he goes to pack their things; better to leave those bad memories behind. As such, he doesn’t hear the conversation his son has with his imaginary friend…
‘’Dee…?’’ Sam asks, unsure, poking at his food; Dean hadn’t been around this morning, after defending him from the monster. He had shushed him to bed alongside his dad, reassuring him that everything was okay before lying down next to him, but he hadn’t looked well.
‘’Right here Sammy, sorry baby boy, I had to recharge my batteries too, you know; I can’t just eat Lucky Charms like you.’’ The older boy answers, appearing out of thin air (as usual, but it never startled Sam) and he’s wearing a smirk but his eyes look sunken and he’s paler than usual.
Sam looks down at his bowl before shoving it toward Dean; ‘’If it’ll make you better, you can eat the whole box! I’m not sure daddy would approve. He says too much is bad; but you know that Dee, you heard him.’’ He says warmly, still a bit concerned but smiling, showing the gap in his teeth to his brother - that’s who Dean had said he was anyway... It’s nice to have an older brother.
He’s gotten over the fact that his daddy doesn’t see Dean, even if at first it had puzzled him until Dee explained that only Sam could see him, because he was his special little brother. He’s fine with that; that way, Dean’s his and only his.
‘’Yeah, I would if I could Sammy, that looks pretty good. Even if your milk is turning green.’’ He teases, snickering when Sam makes a face at his cereal before continuing to eat them anyway. ‘’But I’ll be good as new soon, don’t worry, and don’t worry about the monster; me and dad took care of it. You don’t think I’d let something that ugly hurt you, right?’’ he adds, smiling.
Dean’s gratified when his little brother’s smile widens (he can be such a broody kid sometimes) and shakes his head in a negative gesture, knowing that Dean wouldn’t let anything hurt him if he could help it. Sam playfully replies that he’s pretty sure Dean tries to death glare the pavement into ashes whenever Sam trips or scraps a knee or an elbow. Sam’s face then becomes pensive and a little sad rapidly though, prompting Dean to ask him what’s wrong, while Sam just climbs down the chair and hugs him.
‘’Promise Dee, promise you’ll stay forever? You’re not leaving like that again right, without telling me?’’ Sam asks very seriously, with that little crease between his eyebrows that Dean finds adorable, but wouldn’t admit.
‘’Yeah, Sam, I promise. I’m sticking with you forever.’’ Dean replies with emphasis on the word forever, then Sam seems suddenly older as he more or less repeats the same thing, and just like that he feels something settle inside of him, a sense of permanence and he feels stronger, more… substantial, maybe. He guides Sam to the couch where they watch cartoons snuggled together while John finishes to pack, he probably dozes off too, because then John’s calling for Sam to go in the car, and he’s walking along - well, more like gliding along, to his spot in the backseat beside Sam.
John asks Sam in the car if he would like to have a more permanent home, to which Sam innocently answers that the Impala, daddy, and Dee are home; he’s surprised, but he smiles and reaches back to ruffle his hair and saying that he loves him very much. Dean smiles and threads his fingers with his little brother’s, who return the smiles and says that he loves Dad, before turning to whisper to him secretively that he loves Dean too. It’s a good ride, with John playing Kansas in the tape player as the brothers doze off, lulled by the music and the road.
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Verse: Me, I'm not.
Author: Lifeisticking
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Words: Under 1000
Warnings: Gunshots
Summary: He's just too glad they're both alive and well to question too closely why the Shtriga died to easily.
Note : John's POV, some of Sam's POV
Wisconsin, June 1989 - Sam, age 6
John’s plans to keep Sam away from the hunter’s life, which had been working well for now, are shattered when he’s targeted by a Shtriga right under his nose. He reassures his child afterward that it was just a nightmare, and that there was no monster under his bed or by the window. Sammy’s crying in his arms as he rocks him, petting his hair, and he’s still sobbing for Daddy and ‘’Dee’’ to save him from the monster.
He’s just glad they’re both alive and well, breathing and conscious, to question too closely why the Shtriga died so easily. He had interrupted it’s feeding to save his boy, not the slightest hint of hesitation about it: he wasn’t taking the risk that it would kill Sammy to wait and try to shoot it fatally.
It had still died from the silver bullets despite the bad timing - it should have run away unscathed… Maybe it had been weak, but it’s dead, and now all the kids will be safe, that is all that matters. John hovers over Sam until he falls back asleep, and he shivers at the cold air in the room, probably a leftover from the Shtriga.
Sam’s subdued the next morning, quieter than usual. He leaves him to eat his bowl of Lucky Charm by himself in the kitchen after giving him a pat on the shoulder, while he goes to pack their things; better to leave those bad memories behind. As such, he doesn’t hear the conversation his son has with his imaginary friend…
‘’Dee…?’’ Sam asks, unsure, poking at his food; Dean hadn’t been around this morning, after defending him from the monster. He had shushed him to bed alongside his dad, reassuring him that everything was okay before lying down next to him, but he hadn’t looked well.
‘’Right here Sammy, sorry baby boy, I had to recharge my batteries too, you know; I can’t just eat Lucky Charms like you.’’ The older boy answers, appearing out of thin air (as usual, but it never startled Sam) and he’s wearing a smirk but his eyes look sunken and he’s paler than usual.
Sam looks down at his bowl before shoving it toward Dean; ‘’If it’ll make you better, you can eat the whole box! I’m not sure daddy would approve. He says too much is bad; but you know that Dee, you heard him.’’ He says warmly, still a bit concerned but smiling, showing the gap in his teeth to his brother - that’s who Dean had said he was anyway... It’s nice to have an older brother.
He’s gotten over the fact that his daddy doesn’t see Dean, even if at first it had puzzled him until Dee explained that only Sam could see him, because he was his special little brother. He’s fine with that; that way, Dean’s his and only his.
‘’Yeah, I would if I could Sammy, that looks pretty good. Even if your milk is turning green.’’ He teases, snickering when Sam makes a face at his cereal before continuing to eat them anyway. ‘’But I’ll be good as new soon, don’t worry, and don’t worry about the monster; me and dad took care of it. You don’t think I’d let something that ugly hurt you, right?’’ he adds, smiling.
Dean’s gratified when his little brother’s smile widens (he can be such a broody kid sometimes) and shakes his head in a negative gesture, knowing that Dean wouldn’t let anything hurt him if he could help it. Sam playfully replies that he’s pretty sure Dean tries to death glare the pavement into ashes whenever Sam trips or scraps a knee or an elbow. Sam’s face then becomes pensive and a little sad rapidly though, prompting Dean to ask him what’s wrong, while Sam just climbs down the chair and hugs him.
‘’Promise Dee, promise you’ll stay forever? You’re not leaving like that again right, without telling me?’’ Sam asks very seriously, with that little crease between his eyebrows that Dean finds adorable, but wouldn’t admit.
‘’Yeah, Sam, I promise. I’m sticking with you forever.’’ Dean replies with emphasis on the word forever, then Sam seems suddenly older as he more or less repeats the same thing, and just like that he feels something settle inside of him, a sense of permanence and he feels stronger, more… substantial, maybe. He guides Sam to the couch where they watch cartoons snuggled together while John finishes to pack, he probably dozes off too, because then John’s calling for Sam to go in the car, and he’s walking along - well, more like gliding along, to his spot in the backseat beside Sam.
John asks Sam in the car if he would like to have a more permanent home, to which Sam innocently answers that the Impala, daddy, and Dee are home; he’s surprised, but he smiles and reaches back to ruffle his hair and saying that he loves him very much. Dean smiles and threads his fingers with his little brother’s, who return the smiles and says that he loves Dad, before turning to whisper to him secretively that he loves Dean too. It’s a good ride, with John playing Kansas in the tape player as the brothers doze off, lulled by the music and the road.
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