Supernatural Mini Fic
So, innie_darling posted one part of a fic about the Five Times Sam Winchester Was the Coolest Guy Around. And I'm writing another part! Read and play!
"Damnit Sam! Get your ass back in the car!"
Sam doesn't even pause. They're going to be stuck here until it's over, and while they're here, there's no reason he can't enjoy the parade.
He can already see over the tops of most heads, peering between the kids resting on their father's shoulders. There's nothing to be seen yet. The band is still a distant clamor, but he'll can feel the thrum being sent up through the soles of his shoes by the drums. He's set to go, with a great view.
"I see them! Dad look! It's starting!" clamor in his ear. At first, he doesn't register the voice behind him. Just one in a hundred. "Mom! Mom! C'mon! We'll miss it."
The shrill voice is just to his right, when he hears the despairing cry: "I can't seeeee! We're tooooo late!"
Sam can't help but turn to the pair: little boy with a slick cap of black hair and his tired mother. He hit a nerve - she feels rotten and the exciting day is looking like it'll turn to tears.
"Hey." He crouches down and looks up at the mother. "Maybe, I can help. Want to sit on my shoulders?" She looks reluctant to hand her baby over to some stranger, but his smile is so wide, it looks like his eyes are closed, and she gives in.
It's an awkward maneuver. He's never held a kid like this; hard little feet whack his chest and clutching hands threaten to take out his eyes. His mother helps steady him and the boy gets a solid hold on his hair. The marshalls are just in front of them as he rises to his full height, and the boy bounces eagerly when the brass strikes up again. His shoulders are already sore from the boy's excitement, and he's going to have trouble seeing the parade with little hands continually slipping over his eyes. For sure, Dean is never going to let him live this down, but . . .
"I see them! I'm tallest! I can see them! Look Mommy! Horses!"
He feels pretty awesome.
"Damnit Sam! Get your ass back in the car!"
Sam doesn't even pause. They're going to be stuck here until it's over, and while they're here, there's no reason he can't enjoy the parade.
He can already see over the tops of most heads, peering between the kids resting on their father's shoulders. There's nothing to be seen yet. The band is still a distant clamor, but he'll can feel the thrum being sent up through the soles of his shoes by the drums. He's set to go, with a great view.
"I see them! Dad look! It's starting!" clamor in his ear. At first, he doesn't register the voice behind him. Just one in a hundred. "Mom! Mom! C'mon! We'll miss it."
The shrill voice is just to his right, when he hears the despairing cry: "I can't seeeee! We're tooooo late!"
Sam can't help but turn to the pair: little boy with a slick cap of black hair and his tired mother. He hit a nerve - she feels rotten and the exciting day is looking like it'll turn to tears.
"Hey." He crouches down and looks up at the mother. "Maybe, I can help. Want to sit on my shoulders?" She looks reluctant to hand her baby over to some stranger, but his smile is so wide, it looks like his eyes are closed, and she gives in.
It's an awkward maneuver. He's never held a kid like this; hard little feet whack his chest and clutching hands threaten to take out his eyes. His mother helps steady him and the boy gets a solid hold on his hair. The marshalls are just in front of them as he rises to his full height, and the boy bounces eagerly when the brass strikes up again. His shoulders are already sore from the boy's excitement, and he's going to have trouble seeing the parade with little hands continually slipping over his eyes. For sure, Dean is never going to let him live this down, but . . .
"I see them! I'm tallest! I can see them! Look Mommy! Horses!"
He feels pretty awesome.