resort } { mama mama mama, how I wish you were home
Dean told Sam that Mary was on the island. She had been here for years.
Sam felt stupid for not knowing.
He had been on the island longer than Dean had been. He had weeks here before his brother showed up, and all Dean has to do is wander down to the resort and he ran right into her. It’s … frustrating. It’s not like Sam was never at the resort. He was there all the time. If he had known Mary was upstairs all this time … he didn’t know what he would have done. He wouldn’t have done what he was doing right now, which was following the path from the cabins up to the resort, and staring at the front door of the building wondering whether or not he should go inside.
The last time he saw his mother, she apologized to him. He wasn’t sure for what or why, and he doesn’t like walking into this with questions. But there was only so much time he could wait before his curiosity got the better of him, and he was making his way through to the top floor. This was his mother. She was gone for most of his life, and now he had the opportunity to go and see her. It wasn’t something he could just pass up.
He hesitated again at her door, just long enough to take in the name and the fact that he was actually going to see his mother. Then, he knocked.
“Who is it?”
The voice was soft and muffled behind the door, and it took him a moment to realize that someone was speaking before he cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
“It’s, uh. It’s Sam.”
The door was opened in a half a second, and the next thing Sam knew, he was looking right into his mother’s eyes. He was caught like a deer in the headlights, unsure of where to move next, but she just smiled up at him, and all the nerves and worries that he was feeling the entire walk to the resort melted away.
“Hi, Sammy.”
He smiled back awkwardly, unabashed and wide. He’d always hated that nickname, but when she said it, it was like music to his ears. “Hi, Mom.”
The smile stayed on her face and she reached forward, taking his hand in hers. “Come here. Let me look at you.”
He made his way into the room and let the door close behind him. The room was obviously lived in. Dean said she had been there for a while, but seeing the evidence of it was harder than he thought it’d be. Still, that all paled in comparison to the fact that Mary was there, standing in front of him, and she was happy to see him. She didn’t blame him the way he blamed himself.
“We have so much to catch up on,” she said after a moment. “There’s so much I missed … ” Her voice trailed off after a moment, her face full of concern. “Can you stay for a little while? Can we … can we talk?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Sure. Definitely.”
“Good,” she nodded, giving him a small smile as she reached up to place a hand against the side of his face. It was the first time she had actually touched him beyond taking his hand earlier and this one was a bit more motherly. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the touch, soaking in the fact that all his life he had never had a mother and now she was right there, standing right in front of him. “I think I might have messed things up with your brother.”
Sam shook his head as she lead him over to the couch. “Dean just … he still remembers you. He’ll come around.”
She nodded again, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for him to do the same. He settled in next to her, and she sighed before looking up with a smile. “Alright. I know I’ve missed a lot, but … I want to hear everything.”
There was a bit of a chuckle at that, before taking a breath. “Where do I start?”
“Start at the beginning, Sam,” she said with a small smile. “That’s always the best place.”
Sam felt stupid for not knowing.
He had been on the island longer than Dean had been. He had weeks here before his brother showed up, and all Dean has to do is wander down to the resort and he ran right into her. It’s … frustrating. It’s not like Sam was never at the resort. He was there all the time. If he had known Mary was upstairs all this time … he didn’t know what he would have done. He wouldn’t have done what he was doing right now, which was following the path from the cabins up to the resort, and staring at the front door of the building wondering whether or not he should go inside.
The last time he saw his mother, she apologized to him. He wasn’t sure for what or why, and he doesn’t like walking into this with questions. But there was only so much time he could wait before his curiosity got the better of him, and he was making his way through to the top floor. This was his mother. She was gone for most of his life, and now he had the opportunity to go and see her. It wasn’t something he could just pass up.
He hesitated again at her door, just long enough to take in the name and the fact that he was actually going to see his mother. Then, he knocked.
“Who is it?”
The voice was soft and muffled behind the door, and it took him a moment to realize that someone was speaking before he cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
“It’s, uh. It’s Sam.”
The door was opened in a half a second, and the next thing Sam knew, he was looking right into his mother’s eyes. He was caught like a deer in the headlights, unsure of where to move next, but she just smiled up at him, and all the nerves and worries that he was feeling the entire walk to the resort melted away.
“Hi, Sammy.”
He smiled back awkwardly, unabashed and wide. He’d always hated that nickname, but when she said it, it was like music to his ears. “Hi, Mom.”
The smile stayed on her face and she reached forward, taking his hand in hers. “Come here. Let me look at you.”
He made his way into the room and let the door close behind him. The room was obviously lived in. Dean said she had been there for a while, but seeing the evidence of it was harder than he thought it’d be. Still, that all paled in comparison to the fact that Mary was there, standing in front of him, and she was happy to see him. She didn’t blame him the way he blamed himself.
“We have so much to catch up on,” she said after a moment. “There’s so much I missed … ” Her voice trailed off after a moment, her face full of concern. “Can you stay for a little while? Can we … can we talk?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Sure. Definitely.”
“Good,” she nodded, giving him a small smile as she reached up to place a hand against the side of his face. It was the first time she had actually touched him beyond taking his hand earlier and this one was a bit more motherly. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the touch, soaking in the fact that all his life he had never had a mother and now she was right there, standing right in front of him. “I think I might have messed things up with your brother.”
Sam shook his head as she lead him over to the couch. “Dean just … he still remembers you. He’ll come around.”
She nodded again, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for him to do the same. He settled in next to her, and she sighed before looking up with a smile. “Alright. I know I’ve missed a lot, but … I want to hear everything.”
There was a bit of a chuckle at that, before taking a breath. “Where do I start?”
“Start at the beginning, Sam,” she said with a small smile. “That’s always the best place.”