Ficlet
Title: Upon Which I Float
Author: lvlysnidrus
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/OFC
Category: Gen (I know, right??)
Summary: It's been ten years since the end.
Author's Notes: I got this bunny from a review of last night's episode that annella wrote. I started writing, and I'm shocked that I'm finished. Thanks to pez_gurl just for being her and being amazing. And omg, this is actually gen. I'm as shocked as you are.
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean don't belong to me. I mean, wow that'd be awesome, but they don't. Lan and Ted do, and I suppose Nicholas does to an extent.
It's been ten years since the end.
Sam's car is a 2008 Prius. It's painted in Driftwood Pearl, and it has soft cloth Bisque seats inside. It's environmentally sound, and it gets 48 miles to the gallon. It has a six-CD-changer, nine speakers, MP3 capability, a Bluetooth plugin, and an auxilery audio input. It also has a backup camera, a smartkey system, an anti-theft system, and an auto-dimming rearview mirror. The windows are tinted, and the trunk is both enormous and empty.
Sam's house is an adorable yellow three-bedroom on Becky Court in Crescent City, CA. It has an enormous living room that he has yet to fill with furniture, and a large kitchen that's always stocked with good food and beer. He has a king-sized waterbed in his bedroom, and the comforter and sheets are soft and white and always clean. The guest room has a seaside theme to it. Bobby stays in it sometimes, on holidays, but usually it's empty. The smallest bedroom has been turned into an office, and the walls are lined with books, and he likes to do his homework for the classes he takes at College of the Redwoods. There's a large backyard that his two dogs love to play in, and he's planted flowers along the walkway out front. He only uses half of his two-car garage; the other half holds the Impala, slowly gathering dust from disuse. His neighbor, Ted, asks him sometimes why he won't put the Impala into the car show at the Jack In The Box on 6th street, and Sam can't answer. Somehow, it would just seem wrong.
Sam works at the Del Norte County Library now. His debit card says his name on it, and the money in it was actually earned by him. He swears by Wal-Mart and Target, and occasionally if he'd like to splurge on clothes he'll drive the half-hour into Brookings, Oregon and go to the Old Navy in the mall there. He goes on dates every now and then, and he's found that he's something of a sucker for leather jackets. Sometimes on the weekends he borrows Ted's thirty-foot Baja Boss and drives out to a little island half a mile off of Pebble Beach, where he just sits and looks out across the ocean while his dogs play on the grass behind him. He thinks a lot when he's out there; thinks about his life, his family, and just how different his life is now. He's trained himself to ignore the news, trained himself to ignore the nightmares that he's been having less and less, trained himself not to think as much about where his brother is and how he would've given anything to find something to help before that day. He's even trained himself to behave normally on his birthday instead of breaking down like he was wont to do the first few years after it happened. He hasn't left Crescent City in nearly ten years, hasn't stayed in any motels, hasn't faked a credit card application, hasn't shot a gun, and he only works out once a week. He usually goes to bed at promptly 10:30 each night.
Sam wonders what Dean would think about his life now. He might scoff, or laugh, or even envy his younger brother for getting out. Either way, Sam wouldn't mind. He misses him, and he wishes he could hear Dean make fun of him again.
Sam begins dating a girl he works with, named Le Thi Lan. Lan is five years younger than him and first-generation American, the daughter of two Vietnamese immigrants. She's intelligent and witty, she can't cook to save her life, and she's a bit of a slob. She's not thin but she's pretty, with big brown eyes, long straight black hair, and a big sincere smile. They go out for a few months, and Sam is on the verge of telling her that he might love her when she calls him and tells him she's pregnant. Sam has a minor, private freak-out about it, and then he asks her to marry him over dinner at the Harbour View Grotto restaurant. They're married two months later, and five months after that Sam is the father of a premature but healthy baby boy. They decide that she'll pick a first name and he'll pick a middle name. They name him Nicholas Dean Winchester.
Sitting in a padded chair in the maternity ward of Sutter Coast Hospital and holding his three-hour-old son in his arms, Sam feels like his life has hit a turning point. Nicholas looks like him, something he wasn't really expecting, though there's obviously Lan in there too. Sam sighs softly, thinking about a bet that he and Dean had made when Sam was in sixth grade. Sam had been annoyed at Dean for going out all the time, and he told Dean that he was probably gonna get some girl pregnant. Dean had just laughed and bet Sam a million dollars that Sam would before he would. Sam sighs again, remembering this, and strokes his son's cheek.
"Where's my million dollars?" he asks softly. Nicholas opens his eyes, and Sam sucks in his breath. His son has green, green eyes, eyes that look so familiar that it almost scares Sam a little. He knows those eyes. Sam exhales, staring at his son, then hugs him close, feeling a little less alone.
It's been eleven years since the end.
It's a new beginning.
~fin~
Sam's house, Sam's car, Sam's dogs, Nicholas, Lan
Author: lvlysnidrus
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/OFC
Category: Gen (I know, right??)
Summary: It's been ten years since the end.
Author's Notes: I got this bunny from a review of last night's episode that annella wrote. I started writing, and I'm shocked that I'm finished. Thanks to pez_gurl just for being her and being amazing. And omg, this is actually gen. I'm as shocked as you are.
Disclaimer: Sam and Dean don't belong to me. I mean, wow that'd be awesome, but they don't. Lan and Ted do, and I suppose Nicholas does to an extent.
It's been ten years since the end.
Sam's car is a 2008 Prius. It's painted in Driftwood Pearl, and it has soft cloth Bisque seats inside. It's environmentally sound, and it gets 48 miles to the gallon. It has a six-CD-changer, nine speakers, MP3 capability, a Bluetooth plugin, and an auxilery audio input. It also has a backup camera, a smartkey system, an anti-theft system, and an auto-dimming rearview mirror. The windows are tinted, and the trunk is both enormous and empty.
Sam's house is an adorable yellow three-bedroom on Becky Court in Crescent City, CA. It has an enormous living room that he has yet to fill with furniture, and a large kitchen that's always stocked with good food and beer. He has a king-sized waterbed in his bedroom, and the comforter and sheets are soft and white and always clean. The guest room has a seaside theme to it. Bobby stays in it sometimes, on holidays, but usually it's empty. The smallest bedroom has been turned into an office, and the walls are lined with books, and he likes to do his homework for the classes he takes at College of the Redwoods. There's a large backyard that his two dogs love to play in, and he's planted flowers along the walkway out front. He only uses half of his two-car garage; the other half holds the Impala, slowly gathering dust from disuse. His neighbor, Ted, asks him sometimes why he won't put the Impala into the car show at the Jack In The Box on 6th street, and Sam can't answer. Somehow, it would just seem wrong.
Sam works at the Del Norte County Library now. His debit card says his name on it, and the money in it was actually earned by him. He swears by Wal-Mart and Target, and occasionally if he'd like to splurge on clothes he'll drive the half-hour into Brookings, Oregon and go to the Old Navy in the mall there. He goes on dates every now and then, and he's found that he's something of a sucker for leather jackets. Sometimes on the weekends he borrows Ted's thirty-foot Baja Boss and drives out to a little island half a mile off of Pebble Beach, where he just sits and looks out across the ocean while his dogs play on the grass behind him. He thinks a lot when he's out there; thinks about his life, his family, and just how different his life is now. He's trained himself to ignore the news, trained himself to ignore the nightmares that he's been having less and less, trained himself not to think as much about where his brother is and how he would've given anything to find something to help before that day. He's even trained himself to behave normally on his birthday instead of breaking down like he was wont to do the first few years after it happened. He hasn't left Crescent City in nearly ten years, hasn't stayed in any motels, hasn't faked a credit card application, hasn't shot a gun, and he only works out once a week. He usually goes to bed at promptly 10:30 each night.
Sam wonders what Dean would think about his life now. He might scoff, or laugh, or even envy his younger brother for getting out. Either way, Sam wouldn't mind. He misses him, and he wishes he could hear Dean make fun of him again.
Sam begins dating a girl he works with, named Le Thi Lan. Lan is five years younger than him and first-generation American, the daughter of two Vietnamese immigrants. She's intelligent and witty, she can't cook to save her life, and she's a bit of a slob. She's not thin but she's pretty, with big brown eyes, long straight black hair, and a big sincere smile. They go out for a few months, and Sam is on the verge of telling her that he might love her when she calls him and tells him she's pregnant. Sam has a minor, private freak-out about it, and then he asks her to marry him over dinner at the Harbour View Grotto restaurant. They're married two months later, and five months after that Sam is the father of a premature but healthy baby boy. They decide that she'll pick a first name and he'll pick a middle name. They name him Nicholas Dean Winchester.
Sitting in a padded chair in the maternity ward of Sutter Coast Hospital and holding his three-hour-old son in his arms, Sam feels like his life has hit a turning point. Nicholas looks like him, something he wasn't really expecting, though there's obviously Lan in there too. Sam sighs softly, thinking about a bet that he and Dean had made when Sam was in sixth grade. Sam had been annoyed at Dean for going out all the time, and he told Dean that he was probably gonna get some girl pregnant. Dean had just laughed and bet Sam a million dollars that Sam would before he would. Sam sighs again, remembering this, and strokes his son's cheek.
"Where's my million dollars?" he asks softly. Nicholas opens his eyes, and Sam sucks in his breath. His son has green, green eyes, eyes that look so familiar that it almost scares Sam a little. He knows those eyes. Sam exhales, staring at his son, then hugs him close, feeling a little less alone.
It's been eleven years since the end.
It's a new beginning.
~fin~
Sam's house, Sam's car, Sam's dogs, Nicholas, Lan
