Mirror Image, Supernatural, Sam Winchester, Rated G
*Here's a short fic I wrote months ago but never did anything with. I read it over and decided to post it "as is" so hopefully there's not too many errors in it.
Title: Mirror Image
Author: deans_crossroad
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, OC’s
Rating: Rated G
Word Count: about 1180
Disclaimers: The Supernatural characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A lonely Sam after his brother’s death.
Mirror Image
Sam stared at the coffee cups sitting on the bedside table. It was still early, barely daybreak and he could hear a few cars passing on the highway and voices floating in from the service station down the road.
He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten and ordered two cups of coffee instead of just one.
Bringing his hands up to his face, he slowly massaged his forehead. There were the beginnings of a headache there and the day not even started good. He was on his way to a small town in northern Arkansas. On another job.
He turned to look out the partially open door. The Impala sat there darkly. Accusingly. She’d developed a funny pinging noise during the past few days and Sam had yet to diagnose the problem. And one of the tires was looking worn. He’d have to scrape up some money to replace it soon.
Clearing his throat painfully, he reached for one of the cups…not the one he shouldn’t have bought but the other one. He took a large gulp of it and closed his eyes as the hot liquid ran down painfully.
He heard movement in the rooms next door. The couple had squabbled good-naturedly at each other as they’d unpacked their car the night before while a couple of kids ran around, obviously glad to be out of their confinement. It had been comforting to hear and Sam had fallen asleep listening to them.
Opening his eyes, he caught a flicker of movement and turned to look at the door again. A boy, maybe ten or eleven, stood just outside the door, watching him curiously. When he saw that Sam had noticed him, he looked away quickly, scuffing at the concrete with a beat-up green Converse shoe.
“Hey.”
Sam tilted his head, wondering what the kid wanted.
“Hey.”
“That your car?”
“My car?”
The boy looked at him curiously then and jerked his head to the dark car sitting quietly in the parking space in front of Sam’s room.
“Yeah. The old Impala. Is it yours?”
Sam’s eyes shifted to regard the car. The boy stood quietly. Waiting.
Slowly Sam tilted his coffee cup, swallowing the rest in three gulps. Then he carefully set the cup on the table. Beside the other one that he shouldn’t have bought. He rose to his feet and walked to the door, swinging it all the way open. The boy watched him warily but held his ground.
Sam’s eyes roved over the Impala. She still looked good. He’d been careful with her, tried to remember all the little routine things that needed doing to keep her looking good and running good. But there was that little pinging sound and that worn tire…
“No. No, she’s…she’s not mine.”
“You stole her?”
Sam felt a laugh escape at the unexpected question and he turned to look at the boy.
“No, I didn’t steal her. She belonged to my brother.”
“Belonged?”
“Yeah.”
The boy nodded as if he understood, really understood. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood there silently.
“You like cars?”
“Sometimes. I like this one. It’s different.”
Sam felt a ghost of a tickle run up between his shoulders and he shivered though the morning area was warm.
The boy glanced at him again, green eyes sharp and knowing. There was a generous amount of freckles dusting his nose and cheeks and a small jagged scar by one eyebrow.
“Where’re you going?”
“Arkansas.”
“Working?”
“Yeah.”
My grandpa lived in Arkansas. He died last year so we don’t go there now.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay. He was old and didn’t feel good anymore.”
They both stood silently, looking at the car.
“You…want to look at it? You can, I don’t mind.”
The boy nodded and slowly walked around the car, keeping his hands in his pockets. A rumble of thunder came in the far distance and Sam looked up to see dark clouds moving across the sky instead of the anticipated morning sunlight. He sighed. He’d be driving in the rain.
“There’s a scratch.”
Sam’s head jerked back down.
“What?”
The boy was standing by the trunk and pointing.
“Right here. Did you know?”
Sam walked over to stand beside the boy. Yeah, there was a scratch. A hook-shaped one that Sam knew hadn’t been there the last time he’d washed the car. He looked at it with dismay.
”Jamie!”
The boy jerked his head around and peered past Sam. Sam turned to look.
A younger boy stood in the doorway of the room next door to Sam’s, a frown on his face. Mom and Dad had a map spread out on the hood of their car, arguing about the best route to take. The younger boy glared at them and then turned to look Sam’s way.
“Jamie!”
The other boy…Jamie…sighed. Sam turned to look at him.
“Brother.”
“What?”
“That’s my brother. I’m supposed to take care of him.”
“Oh.”
“See…here he comes.”
The younger boy stomped past his parents and right up to his brother and Sam.
“You’re not supposed to talk to anybody.”
“Mom and Dad are right there, doofus.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not supposed to.”
“I was just looking at his car.”
The younger boy glared at Sam. He was darker than his older brother, with serious eyes and a dimpled chin.
“You said you’d play with me.”
“We’re about to leave, there’s no time to play.”
“We could’ve been playing already if you wasn’t talking to him.”
Jamie rolled his eyes and Sam bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“Go on back to the room and make sure you got all your stuff out from under the bed. I’ll be right there.”
The boy threw one last glare Sam’s way and stomped his way back.
“He’s a pain.”
Sam looked down at the other boy.
“I think it’s great the way you look out for him.”
The boy’s face reddened.
“Yeah, well…I guess he’s okay. Sometimes.”
Sam watched him for a moment as he ran a finger across the car’s black surface. Then his eyes cut back to Sam’s face.
“I have to go.”
Sam held out his hand and the boy shook it with a firm grip.
“Stay safe…Jamie.”
“Okay.”
The boy stuck his hands in his pockets and walked over to his family’s car which looked to be stuffed to the brim with suitcases and bedding. He opened one of the rear doors and squeezed in to sit by the younger boy whose head barely showed. Mom and Dad climbed in, Mom still pointing at the map halfway crumpled in her hand.
Sam smiled slowly. He hoped they had a nice life. A nice normal life.
He watched as the car backed up then pulled forward to the stop sign at the entrance. The rear window rolled down as a fine mist of rain began. Jamie’s head popped out and he looked back at Sam.
“Bye, Sammy! See you later!”
Sam froze in the act of lifting his arm to wave.
The boy gave one last wave before the car pulled out and sped down the road.
Title: Mirror Image
Author: deans_crossroad
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, OC’s
Rating: Rated G
Word Count: about 1180
Disclaimers: The Supernatural characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A lonely Sam after his brother’s death.
Mirror Image
Sam stared at the coffee cups sitting on the bedside table. It was still early, barely daybreak and he could hear a few cars passing on the highway and voices floating in from the service station down the road.
He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten and ordered two cups of coffee instead of just one.
Bringing his hands up to his face, he slowly massaged his forehead. There were the beginnings of a headache there and the day not even started good. He was on his way to a small town in northern Arkansas. On another job.
He turned to look out the partially open door. The Impala sat there darkly. Accusingly. She’d developed a funny pinging noise during the past few days and Sam had yet to diagnose the problem. And one of the tires was looking worn. He’d have to scrape up some money to replace it soon.
Clearing his throat painfully, he reached for one of the cups…not the one he shouldn’t have bought but the other one. He took a large gulp of it and closed his eyes as the hot liquid ran down painfully.
He heard movement in the rooms next door. The couple had squabbled good-naturedly at each other as they’d unpacked their car the night before while a couple of kids ran around, obviously glad to be out of their confinement. It had been comforting to hear and Sam had fallen asleep listening to them.
Opening his eyes, he caught a flicker of movement and turned to look at the door again. A boy, maybe ten or eleven, stood just outside the door, watching him curiously. When he saw that Sam had noticed him, he looked away quickly, scuffing at the concrete with a beat-up green Converse shoe.
“Hey.”
Sam tilted his head, wondering what the kid wanted.
“Hey.”
“That your car?”
“My car?”
The boy looked at him curiously then and jerked his head to the dark car sitting quietly in the parking space in front of Sam’s room.
“Yeah. The old Impala. Is it yours?”
Sam’s eyes shifted to regard the car. The boy stood quietly. Waiting.
Slowly Sam tilted his coffee cup, swallowing the rest in three gulps. Then he carefully set the cup on the table. Beside the other one that he shouldn’t have bought. He rose to his feet and walked to the door, swinging it all the way open. The boy watched him warily but held his ground.
Sam’s eyes roved over the Impala. She still looked good. He’d been careful with her, tried to remember all the little routine things that needed doing to keep her looking good and running good. But there was that little pinging sound and that worn tire…
“No. No, she’s…she’s not mine.”
“You stole her?”
Sam felt a laugh escape at the unexpected question and he turned to look at the boy.
“No, I didn’t steal her. She belonged to my brother.”
“Belonged?”
“Yeah.”
The boy nodded as if he understood, really understood. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood there silently.
“You like cars?”
“Sometimes. I like this one. It’s different.”
Sam felt a ghost of a tickle run up between his shoulders and he shivered though the morning area was warm.
The boy glanced at him again, green eyes sharp and knowing. There was a generous amount of freckles dusting his nose and cheeks and a small jagged scar by one eyebrow.
“Where’re you going?”
“Arkansas.”
“Working?”
“Yeah.”
My grandpa lived in Arkansas. He died last year so we don’t go there now.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay. He was old and didn’t feel good anymore.”
They both stood silently, looking at the car.
“You…want to look at it? You can, I don’t mind.”
The boy nodded and slowly walked around the car, keeping his hands in his pockets. A rumble of thunder came in the far distance and Sam looked up to see dark clouds moving across the sky instead of the anticipated morning sunlight. He sighed. He’d be driving in the rain.
“There’s a scratch.”
Sam’s head jerked back down.
“What?”
The boy was standing by the trunk and pointing.
“Right here. Did you know?”
Sam walked over to stand beside the boy. Yeah, there was a scratch. A hook-shaped one that Sam knew hadn’t been there the last time he’d washed the car. He looked at it with dismay.
”Jamie!”
The boy jerked his head around and peered past Sam. Sam turned to look.
A younger boy stood in the doorway of the room next door to Sam’s, a frown on his face. Mom and Dad had a map spread out on the hood of their car, arguing about the best route to take. The younger boy glared at them and then turned to look Sam’s way.
“Jamie!”
The other boy…Jamie…sighed. Sam turned to look at him.
“Brother.”
“What?”
“That’s my brother. I’m supposed to take care of him.”
“Oh.”
“See…here he comes.”
The younger boy stomped past his parents and right up to his brother and Sam.
“You’re not supposed to talk to anybody.”
“Mom and Dad are right there, doofus.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not supposed to.”
“I was just looking at his car.”
The younger boy glared at Sam. He was darker than his older brother, with serious eyes and a dimpled chin.
“You said you’d play with me.”
“We’re about to leave, there’s no time to play.”
“We could’ve been playing already if you wasn’t talking to him.”
Jamie rolled his eyes and Sam bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“Go on back to the room and make sure you got all your stuff out from under the bed. I’ll be right there.”
The boy threw one last glare Sam’s way and stomped his way back.
“He’s a pain.”
Sam looked down at the other boy.
“I think it’s great the way you look out for him.”
The boy’s face reddened.
“Yeah, well…I guess he’s okay. Sometimes.”
Sam watched him for a moment as he ran a finger across the car’s black surface. Then his eyes cut back to Sam’s face.
“I have to go.”
Sam held out his hand and the boy shook it with a firm grip.
“Stay safe…Jamie.”
“Okay.”
The boy stuck his hands in his pockets and walked over to his family’s car which looked to be stuffed to the brim with suitcases and bedding. He opened one of the rear doors and squeezed in to sit by the younger boy whose head barely showed. Mom and Dad climbed in, Mom still pointing at the map halfway crumpled in her hand.
Sam smiled slowly. He hoped they had a nice life. A nice normal life.
He watched as the car backed up then pulled forward to the stop sign at the entrance. The rear window rolled down as a fine mist of rain began. Jamie’s head popped out and he looked back at Sam.
“Bye, Sammy! See you later!”
Sam froze in the act of lifting his arm to wave.
The boy gave one last wave before the car pulled out and sped down the road.