[TM 319]
[Friday-TM 319]
Sam hated Fridays as a kid. Friday was the beginning of a long weekend stuck in a motel room with Dean and it only served to remind him how much he wasn’t like any of the other kids in school. They had parents, at least one, who were around to make sure they did homework or kept up with class reading. John Winchester rarely seemed to remember what grade Sam was in much less how he was doing in school or what he was doing in school.
It wasn’t even that Sam minded just having Dean. As far as fathers went, Dean did a pretty good impression for a kid and it took Sam years before he realized they weren’t like everyone else. It wasn’t until he found out about what John did and Christmas became a disaster instead of a holiday that Sam started wishing they were normal. He wanted to anticipate Fridays, wriggling in his seat and watching the clock until the bell finally rang, releasing them all from school. Instead he was the kid that lingered behind, helped the English teacher pick up the room, asked for extra reading and then lied when the teachers asked what he was doing over the weekend.
“Going fishing with my Dad”
“Heading to the zoo with my Dad and brother” or “We’re going to see a baseball game.”
Of course they never did. It was just sitting in a motel room, watching TV, eating crappy food and waiting, always waiting for John to walk through that door like some reborn Jesus Christ. Sometimes Sam would hold off reading a book he was looking forward to until Friday; that way he could rush home like the other kids, anticipating something about the weekend.
No matter how good the book was. No matter how much he wanted to read it, he still spent his entire weekend waiting and wishing they were normal. Sam hated Fridays. Along with Christmas, Halloween, Valentines , November 10th and May 2nd.
Sam hated Fridays as a kid. Friday was the beginning of a long weekend stuck in a motel room with Dean and it only served to remind him how much he wasn’t like any of the other kids in school. They had parents, at least one, who were around to make sure they did homework or kept up with class reading. John Winchester rarely seemed to remember what grade Sam was in much less how he was doing in school or what he was doing in school.
It wasn’t even that Sam minded just having Dean. As far as fathers went, Dean did a pretty good impression for a kid and it took Sam years before he realized they weren’t like everyone else. It wasn’t until he found out about what John did and Christmas became a disaster instead of a holiday that Sam started wishing they were normal. He wanted to anticipate Fridays, wriggling in his seat and watching the clock until the bell finally rang, releasing them all from school. Instead he was the kid that lingered behind, helped the English teacher pick up the room, asked for extra reading and then lied when the teachers asked what he was doing over the weekend.
“Going fishing with my Dad”
“Heading to the zoo with my Dad and brother” or “We’re going to see a baseball game.”
Of course they never did. It was just sitting in a motel room, watching TV, eating crappy food and waiting, always waiting for John to walk through that door like some reborn Jesus Christ. Sometimes Sam would hold off reading a book he was looking forward to until Friday; that way he could rush home like the other kids, anticipating something about the weekend.
No matter how good the book was. No matter how much he wanted to read it, he still spent his entire weekend waiting and wishing they were normal. Sam hated Fridays. Along with Christmas, Halloween, Valentines , November 10th and May 2nd.