Struggling to Reconnect
“You should take her out Sammy. It’s gonna take time.”
The drive had helped relax Sam like nothing else had since he’d come home. Just the Impala, the familiar rumble of the engine and his brother’s advice. Take it slow. Don’t try and forget it, because that only makes it worse. Remember to breathe. You can do this Sammy.
Absently Sam rubbed at his cheek. It felt good to be clean-shaven again and have his hair trimmed up. A little closer to normal every day. He still hadn’t lost that tight, flinchy look around his eyes, but Sam was trying. It was all he could do for them. The best he could do.
So while Dean was playing with Elle outside, and listening to tiny squeals of laughter followed by Dean’s warmer laugh was some kind of amazing, Sam went looking for Lois. She was in the kitchen, phone cradled on her shoulder while typing furiously on the laptop. Still giving Clark hell. At least some things hadn’t completely changed.
“Hey.”
The drive had helped relax Sam like nothing else had since he’d come home. Just the Impala, the familiar rumble of the engine and his brother’s advice. Take it slow. Don’t try and forget it, because that only makes it worse. Remember to breathe. You can do this Sammy.
Absently Sam rubbed at his cheek. It felt good to be clean-shaven again and have his hair trimmed up. A little closer to normal every day. He still hadn’t lost that tight, flinchy look around his eyes, but Sam was trying. It was all he could do for them. The best he could do.
So while Dean was playing with Elle outside, and listening to tiny squeals of laughter followed by Dean’s warmer laugh was some kind of amazing, Sam went looking for Lois. She was in the kitchen, phone cradled on her shoulder while typing furiously on the laptop. Still giving Clark hell. At least some things hadn’t completely changed.
“Hey.”