Me, I'm not - Kansas, 1986
Title: Kansas, September 1986
Verse: Me, I'm not.
Author: Lifeisticking
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Rating: Gen
Words: Around 500
Warnings: None
Summary: Sam's first word is ''Dee'', but it's probably because his baby talk is a little off.
Note : John's POV
Kansas, September 1986 - Sam is 3 years old
John sighs, looking at the photograph of Mary and Dean. He misses them terribly, caressing the worn edges, this picture being almost all that he has left from his previously perfect life, a life without demons, or monsters, but with a steady home and family instead. He briefly turns his head to watch little Sam snoozing in his baby car seat, rigged to the backseat of the Impala, one things he had hung on to; Mary had asked for the mini-van, and he’d brought back this old muscle car… but this lady had quite the charm, and she had grown attached to it as well.
Sammy is such a quiet child, barely fussing; maybe a little too quiet, three years old and barely talking, beside ‘’Daddy’’, ‘’Dee’’ (whatever that means, it's probably just his baby talk that's a little off) and little sentences. Frequently seeming in his own little world, playing with his toys, rarely asking for anything - it always surprises him how he manages to fetch his bottle on his own… John’s not worrying yet, even if he remembers with a twinge that Dean was a talking a mile a minute by then, that doesn’t mean Sam will do the same; every child is different after all.
John had been dragging him around, going on hunts; he feels he has to gather whatever information he can about that yellow-eyed bastard, while Sam is still young enough to be dragged across the country snoozing in his seat, lulled by the long drives. He’ll probably have to cut down on them when Sam’s old enough to go in school.
After the fire he had been all alone, having only the well-meaning neighbors to help him. He hadn’t wanted to stay, but he had to make sure Sammy was safe.
Once he had gotten back on his feet, with the help of an old psychic who had felt the evil presence in his house when the fire had happened, and when Sam had begun to walk and talk, his first word being ‘’Dee’’ followed closely by ‘’Da’’, he had begun to search for clues, never straying too far, never gone for more than two days at a time. He was disheartened to learn when he had come back one time that he had missed his son's first steps and his first word, a word that hadn't even been ''Dad'' or anything like it. Well, maybe ''Dee'' had been ''Dad'' but a little skewed... But he still says ''Dee'' even if he says ''Da'', so he's not sure.
His home base had been in Lawrence for the past two years and a half, because he was close enough to Missouri Mosley, and he trusts the psychic, even if she likes to whack him with a wooden spoon. The kind woman had babysat Sam whenever he went on a hunt, and Sam seems to like her well enough; as much as he seems to like anyone. He feels guilty every time he leaves Sam, and always wraps up business quickly so he can get back to his kid. The only reason he hadn’t sunk in despair was his kid, and the determination to rid the world of the yellow-eyed demon responsible for killing Mary, and maybe Dean, how would he know…
It's time to move on, people are starting to get suspicious, and he doesn't want social services to take Sam away.
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