FIC "You are my Father" + Video Sam's POV
Title: "You are my Father"
Author:
likiel
Disclaimers: Sam & Dean ain't mine... obviously... *sigh*
Pairing: None.
Rating/Warning: G.
Summary:Dean saw Sam’s teacher asking him to stay a little longer and scowled but otherwise he didn’t move to his post near the door’s hall. He figured that whatever the woman had to say to Sam it wouldn’t take quite long. You don’t go debate with seven years old.
Notes: This is the fill to the prompt "Father" of my
spn_30snapshots 's Table. Also available on AO3. Father!Dean just make me do weird things. You NEED to tell me what you think. Now I'm going to run on SPN strory-finders and find others fics like the one I wrote!
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Dean was waiting for Sam and he was starting to get worried. The ring had bell five minutes ago and all the kids were already out. Dean saw Sam’s teacher asking him to stay a little longer and scowled but otherwise he didn’t move to his post near the door’s hall. He figured that whatever the woman had to say to Sam it wouldn’t take quite long. You don’t go debate with seven years old.
But the conversation was going on and on and Dean was starting to get anxious. Dad made himself very clear when he told him to never being late after school and go straight to the motel. And those days, Dad didn’t have a hunt to be happy so he was more often home with them… and the booze.
The eleven years old fidgeted and decided to go see what was going on with his baby brother and the teacher. He knew Sam wouldn’t be in trouble, he was too much of a good kid. Apparently, Sammy reserved his bitchness only for his big Brother. Dean smiled inwardly.
He could hear the voices getting louder behind the door and his eyes widened. He knocked one time and without waiting he entered the room. Sam didn’t seem surprised at all by his arrival and even looked a little sorry knowing that Dean was probably worried.
On the other hand, the teacher was wearing a scowl on her face that matched Dean’s.
- "Excuse me miss, but Sammy and I need to go home. Our father is waiting for us".
- " And you are"?
Deans’ eyebrows arched slightly. Didn’t he just mention their father to her?
- " Dean. Sammy’s big brother".
The “in case you didn’t get it” was very obvious in his tone but the teacher didn’t call him on it. Instead she turned an oddly satisfied look towards Sam, and Dean looked at him in time to catch the expression of pure anger that flashed through the kid’s face.
Concern took over him.
- "Is there a problem?" He asked with more sharpness than he intended to.
The woman seemed surprise by the question and even more by his tone. She eyed him with something in her eyes that unnerved Dean and opened her mouth to respond only to be cut by Sam.
- " Everything’s fine Dean. Miss Mitchell just wanted to talk about the father’s day artwork we have to make".
Dean barely refrained himself to roll his eyes. First, he could tell that everything wasn’t fine not only by the strain of Sam’s voice but by the rigid posture of his little body. And secondly, a father’s day artwork, really? What about the old good card deal? It’s not like their father was even keeping those things anyway.
- "Yeah?" He replied and moved to stand right besides Sam, eyes on the teacher, "what about it? You having a hard time with yours?"
Sam snorted.
- "Samuel", the woman started sharply.
- " It’s Sam"; Dean immediately cut her, abandoning all pretenses to be polite.
The woman pursed her red lips and pinned Dean with a cold gaze.
- "Sam refused to take the last theme of the father’s day artwork assignment, even if it means he can’t do the work like all his others friends".
- " I told you my dad didn’t like poems, and since the artwork is supposed to be for him, I don’t see why I would trouble myself doing something we will both dislike. Besides, it’s my gift, why can’t I choose the theme?" Snapped Sam petulantly.
Dean put his hand on the back of Sam’s neck to silence him and indicated him he understood what’s was really going on.
Last years, when the father’s day comes, Sam made a very beautiful card for their dad. It got colors and words of innocent love with glitter on them. Sam handled it to Dad with a sunny smile on his face and Dad responded with a smile on his own, a gentle pat on Sam’s head, a rather awkward hug and a promise to keep the card forever.
Two days later, Dad spilled coffee on it and on the book he was reading, then, rant at Sam about letting his bag in the middle of the floor. Dad recognized the card, Dean knew he did, but he didn’t comment and hide his guilt by tossing it bluntly on the bag trash with this unfair comment:
“It will teach you to take a better care of things”
Sam didn’t say anything. Dean didn’t say anything. But they never forgot.
Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Sam chooses to notice others things I didn’t saw before. The way Dean always verify his homework and always fix his dinner and never forget to that he didn’t like salt on his pasta. The way Dean never forgets to tell him to brush his teeth. The way Dean’s eyes glow with pride when Sam gets an A on an exercise. The way Dean is everything Dad isn’t.
Seven years old. Age of wisdom they say.
They talked about it once. Because Dean allowed it and because Dad was drunk and passed out on the couch.
- "You’re doing all the stuffs Dad is supposed to do for us, Dean", Sam had said with a tone no seven years old should know about.
- " I know". Dean replied quietly.
- " Does it bother you?"
- "Yes and no".
- " What do you mean?"
Dean knew then that, to give Sam (and himself) the peace of mind, he had to be honest, and maybe Sammy would never bring that up again.
- "Taking care of you, I like. You’re a cool little brother even if you’re a bitch. And you’re mine anyway, mom said so. So I’m just doing what’s natural."
- "Mom said so?"
- " Yeah, when you were born. She said “It’s your little brother” and I said “So he’s mine?” and she said “Yes”. Dean stated firmly.
- "Oh. Ok". Sam simply said.
- " Ok. So… taking care of you is what I do. It’s good I like it. But taking care of him…"
Dean had bit his lips then. He wasn’t sure how far he could express his feelings to Sam without having him freaking out. But Sam surprised him and finished for him:
- "It’s not natural and you’re not supposed to do it. So you don’t like it".
Dean swallowed a lump and murmured:
- "Yeah. "
Sam just placed his little hand into Dean’s not so much larger one and stared at their dad on the couch.
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"Sam is right, Miss Michael…"
"Mitchell", the teacher corrected with a displeased frown
"Right", Dean replied with an easy smile, "I don’t like poems, it’s for girls and anyway nothing rhymes well enough with Impala."
Sam giggled and Dean pressed the hand he had on his neck slightly before pushing him gently towards the door.
- "This poem is not supposed to be for his brother", Miss Mitchell said harshly, glaring at Dean while the two boys were making their exit.
Dean turned around and fixed her with an ironic expression.
- "Since he chose to ditch the lame theme, I think he’s entitle to choose the person he want to make his artwork for."
Without waiting for her reply, Dean turned heels and dragged Sam out of the room with him.
Once they were out of sight, Dean snickered.
- "What a bitch".
- " I know," Sam said with a sigh, "we’re going to be late for Dad."
- " Don’t worry, I’ll find an excuse".
- "You don’t have to Dean, I can tell him the teacher asked me to stay."
- " He’ll ask why."
Sam bit his little lips and blinked.
- " Don’t worry", Dean repeated hooking an arm on his brother’s shoulders.
- "Yeah, ok… So… what do you want for father’s day?"
- "As long as it’s not a poem, we’re good."
Sam just giggled more.
***
The Video:
Tell me what you think of all of it!
Kiss everyone, and tons of love.
Author:
likiel
Disclaimers: Sam & Dean ain't mine... obviously... *sigh*
Pairing: None.
Rating/Warning: G.
Summary:Dean saw Sam’s teacher asking him to stay a little longer and scowled but otherwise he didn’t move to his post near the door’s hall. He figured that whatever the woman had to say to Sam it wouldn’t take quite long. You don’t go debate with seven years old.
Notes: This is the fill to the prompt "Father" of my
spn_30snapshots 's Table. Also available on AO3. Father!Dean just make me do weird things. You NEED to tell me what you think. Now I'm going to run on SPN strory-finders and find others fics like the one I wrote!
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Dean was waiting for Sam and he was starting to get worried. The ring had bell five minutes ago and all the kids were already out. Dean saw Sam’s teacher asking him to stay a little longer and scowled but otherwise he didn’t move to his post near the door’s hall. He figured that whatever the woman had to say to Sam it wouldn’t take quite long. You don’t go debate with seven years old.
But the conversation was going on and on and Dean was starting to get anxious. Dad made himself very clear when he told him to never being late after school and go straight to the motel. And those days, Dad didn’t have a hunt to be happy so he was more often home with them… and the booze.
The eleven years old fidgeted and decided to go see what was going on with his baby brother and the teacher. He knew Sam wouldn’t be in trouble, he was too much of a good kid. Apparently, Sammy reserved his bitchness only for his big Brother. Dean smiled inwardly.
He could hear the voices getting louder behind the door and his eyes widened. He knocked one time and without waiting he entered the room. Sam didn’t seem surprised at all by his arrival and even looked a little sorry knowing that Dean was probably worried.
On the other hand, the teacher was wearing a scowl on her face that matched Dean’s.
- "Excuse me miss, but Sammy and I need to go home. Our father is waiting for us".
- " And you are"?
Deans’ eyebrows arched slightly. Didn’t he just mention their father to her?
- " Dean. Sammy’s big brother".
The “in case you didn’t get it” was very obvious in his tone but the teacher didn’t call him on it. Instead she turned an oddly satisfied look towards Sam, and Dean looked at him in time to catch the expression of pure anger that flashed through the kid’s face.
Concern took over him.
- "Is there a problem?" He asked with more sharpness than he intended to.
The woman seemed surprise by the question and even more by his tone. She eyed him with something in her eyes that unnerved Dean and opened her mouth to respond only to be cut by Sam.
- " Everything’s fine Dean. Miss Mitchell just wanted to talk about the father’s day artwork we have to make".
Dean barely refrained himself to roll his eyes. First, he could tell that everything wasn’t fine not only by the strain of Sam’s voice but by the rigid posture of his little body. And secondly, a father’s day artwork, really? What about the old good card deal? It’s not like their father was even keeping those things anyway.
- "Yeah?" He replied and moved to stand right besides Sam, eyes on the teacher, "what about it? You having a hard time with yours?"
Sam snorted.
- "Samuel", the woman started sharply.
- " It’s Sam"; Dean immediately cut her, abandoning all pretenses to be polite.
The woman pursed her red lips and pinned Dean with a cold gaze.
- "Sam refused to take the last theme of the father’s day artwork assignment, even if it means he can’t do the work like all his others friends".
- " I told you my dad didn’t like poems, and since the artwork is supposed to be for him, I don’t see why I would trouble myself doing something we will both dislike. Besides, it’s my gift, why can’t I choose the theme?" Snapped Sam petulantly.
Dean put his hand on the back of Sam’s neck to silence him and indicated him he understood what’s was really going on.
Last years, when the father’s day comes, Sam made a very beautiful card for their dad. It got colors and words of innocent love with glitter on them. Sam handled it to Dad with a sunny smile on his face and Dad responded with a smile on his own, a gentle pat on Sam’s head, a rather awkward hug and a promise to keep the card forever.
Two days later, Dad spilled coffee on it and on the book he was reading, then, rant at Sam about letting his bag in the middle of the floor. Dad recognized the card, Dean knew he did, but he didn’t comment and hide his guilt by tossing it bluntly on the bag trash with this unfair comment:
“It will teach you to take a better care of things”
Sam didn’t say anything. Dean didn’t say anything. But they never forgot.
Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Sam chooses to notice others things I didn’t saw before. The way Dean always verify his homework and always fix his dinner and never forget to that he didn’t like salt on his pasta. The way Dean never forgets to tell him to brush his teeth. The way Dean’s eyes glow with pride when Sam gets an A on an exercise. The way Dean is everything Dad isn’t.
Seven years old. Age of wisdom they say.
They talked about it once. Because Dean allowed it and because Dad was drunk and passed out on the couch.
- "You’re doing all the stuffs Dad is supposed to do for us, Dean", Sam had said with a tone no seven years old should know about.
- " I know". Dean replied quietly.
- " Does it bother you?"
- "Yes and no".
- " What do you mean?"
Dean knew then that, to give Sam (and himself) the peace of mind, he had to be honest, and maybe Sammy would never bring that up again.
- "Taking care of you, I like. You’re a cool little brother even if you’re a bitch. And you’re mine anyway, mom said so. So I’m just doing what’s natural."
- "Mom said so?"
- " Yeah, when you were born. She said “It’s your little brother” and I said “So he’s mine?” and she said “Yes”. Dean stated firmly.
- "Oh. Ok". Sam simply said.
- " Ok. So… taking care of you is what I do. It’s good I like it. But taking care of him…"
Dean had bit his lips then. He wasn’t sure how far he could express his feelings to Sam without having him freaking out. But Sam surprised him and finished for him:
- "It’s not natural and you’re not supposed to do it. So you don’t like it".
Dean swallowed a lump and murmured:
- "Yeah. "
Sam just placed his little hand into Dean’s not so much larger one and stared at their dad on the couch.
--
"Sam is right, Miss Michael…"
"Mitchell", the teacher corrected with a displeased frown
"Right", Dean replied with an easy smile, "I don’t like poems, it’s for girls and anyway nothing rhymes well enough with Impala."
Sam giggled and Dean pressed the hand he had on his neck slightly before pushing him gently towards the door.
- "This poem is not supposed to be for his brother", Miss Mitchell said harshly, glaring at Dean while the two boys were making their exit.
Dean turned around and fixed her with an ironic expression.
- "Since he chose to ditch the lame theme, I think he’s entitle to choose the person he want to make his artwork for."
Without waiting for her reply, Dean turned heels and dragged Sam out of the room with him.
Once they were out of sight, Dean snickered.
- "What a bitch".
- " I know," Sam said with a sigh, "we’re going to be late for Dad."
- " Don’t worry, I’ll find an excuse".
- "You don’t have to Dean, I can tell him the teacher asked me to stay."
- " He’ll ask why."
Sam bit his little lips and blinked.
- " Don’t worry", Dean repeated hooking an arm on his brother’s shoulders.
- "Yeah, ok… So… what do you want for father’s day?"
- "As long as it’s not a poem, we’re good."
Sam just giggled more.
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