October 23, 2016 - Say It Properly
Title: Say It Properly
Prompt Choice: Samhain
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, and Mary
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 438
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Summary: The boys get a lesson in pronunciation.
Warnings: Spoils up to present. Also, kind of cracky.
Notes: I think I only have “blood” left before I’ve hit the whole prompt list. *hums Pokémon theme to self* Also, Irish is a language I’ve been learning through Duolingo, which is how I realized the boys and I have been saying it all wrong.
Observing his mother as an adult and a hunter himself, Dean realized she had a lot of hunter habits that had gone over his head as a kid. She obsessively checked the warding on the bunker that they had recreated after the Darkness burned it away, she never sat with a doorway at her back, and she always had some small item of iron and one of silver on her person. She probably had holy water and who knew what else, but Dean wasn’t going to pry.
She also had a habit of breaking into random stories about the past. Some of them were amusing or embarrassing or uncomfortable, but they were all interesting to both Dean and Sam. Dean remembered some of it, but he’d been so young, the memories were pretty fuzzy.
One day, Mary looked at a wall calendar in the war room and clucked her tongue. “Halloween’s coming up,” she mused aloud. “I wanted to give you boys normal childhoods, but that’s just such a dangerous night. It took all my self-control to let you trick-or-treat just down our street.”
“Because of the demon?” Dean asked with a hint of a smirk.
“Among other things,” she agreed.
“Well, you don’t actually have to worry about him,” Dean explained. “Sammy sent ol’ Samhain back to Hell once, and we could do it again, if we had to.”
Mary scowled. “What did you just say?”
“That we exorcised that demon?” Dean asked, cowering a little under her anger. “We know demons are dangerous, mom, honest, but we can handle ourselves.”
Mary rolled her eyes. “Dean, I’m well aware you hunt demons. You just really butchered the name, and when dealing with things like demons, a true name is a powerful thing. I should hope you knew that.”
Dean gaped for a moment before pointing at Sam. “He said it that way first, and since he was doing the research, I just figured he knew what he was talking about!”
Sam glared at his brother for throwing him under the proverbial bus. “It’s not pronounced Samhain?” he asked.
“No,” Mary chuckled. “It isn’t said like it’s spelled in English. The name, as you would expect, since it’s from Celtic lore, isn’t English, after all. You should say it Samhain.”
“Sow-when?” Dean attempted clumsily.
“Better,” Mary acknowledged with a pat on the arm. “Just be more wary of that kind of thing going forward, hm?” She then got up and headed down the hall toward her room.
Dean let out a low whistle. “Man, am I glad she’s never heard me try using Latin!”
Prompt Choice: Samhain
Pairing/Characters: Sam, Dean, and Mary
Rating: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 438
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters.
Summary: The boys get a lesson in pronunciation.
Warnings: Spoils up to present. Also, kind of cracky.
Notes: I think I only have “blood” left before I’ve hit the whole prompt list. *hums Pokémon theme to self* Also, Irish is a language I’ve been learning through Duolingo, which is how I realized the boys and I have been saying it all wrong.
Observing his mother as an adult and a hunter himself, Dean realized she had a lot of hunter habits that had gone over his head as a kid. She obsessively checked the warding on the bunker that they had recreated after the Darkness burned it away, she never sat with a doorway at her back, and she always had some small item of iron and one of silver on her person. She probably had holy water and who knew what else, but Dean wasn’t going to pry.
She also had a habit of breaking into random stories about the past. Some of them were amusing or embarrassing or uncomfortable, but they were all interesting to both Dean and Sam. Dean remembered some of it, but he’d been so young, the memories were pretty fuzzy.
One day, Mary looked at a wall calendar in the war room and clucked her tongue. “Halloween’s coming up,” she mused aloud. “I wanted to give you boys normal childhoods, but that’s just such a dangerous night. It took all my self-control to let you trick-or-treat just down our street.”
“Because of the demon?” Dean asked with a hint of a smirk.
“Among other things,” she agreed.
“Well, you don’t actually have to worry about him,” Dean explained. “Sammy sent ol’ Samhain back to Hell once, and we could do it again, if we had to.”
Mary scowled. “What did you just say?”
“That we exorcised that demon?” Dean asked, cowering a little under her anger. “We know demons are dangerous, mom, honest, but we can handle ourselves.”
Mary rolled her eyes. “Dean, I’m well aware you hunt demons. You just really butchered the name, and when dealing with things like demons, a true name is a powerful thing. I should hope you knew that.”
Dean gaped for a moment before pointing at Sam. “He said it that way first, and since he was doing the research, I just figured he knew what he was talking about!”
Sam glared at his brother for throwing him under the proverbial bus. “It’s not pronounced Samhain?” he asked.
“No,” Mary chuckled. “It isn’t said like it’s spelled in English. The name, as you would expect, since it’s from Celtic lore, isn’t English, after all. You should say it Samhain.”
“Sow-when?” Dean attempted clumsily.
“Better,” Mary acknowledged with a pat on the arm. “Just be more wary of that kind of thing going forward, hm?” She then got up and headed down the hall toward her room.
Dean let out a low whistle. “Man, am I glad she’s never heard me try using Latin!”