Re: Filled: All is Fine Part 5moviegeek03May 1 2011, 00:11:05 UTC
Hours later, John sat beside his son’s hospital bed. Sam’s arm had been set and put into a cast. A deep purple bruise marred the pale skin of his face. Matching bruises lined his shoulders, back, and stomach. A pristine white bandage wrapped around his knee, hiding the new stitches underneath. The older injuries had been taken care of, along with the new. The discovery of each and every one of them sent fresh anger through John’s body.
Sam started to shift a bit in the bed, drawing John out of his thoughts. “Sam….come on….wake up son,” he coaxed.
Sam’s eyes slowly opened. He blinked against the bright light before finally setting his gaze on his dad’s face.
“Hey Sam. How ya feelin’?”
Sam took stock of his body. “Sore,” he croaked.
A glass of water was presented to him and he drank greedily. “I bet.”
“Can I go home?” Sam looked so lost, making John suddenly aware of how young his son still was.
“Yeah. Doctor said you could once you woke up. You amazingly don’t have a head injury. So you don’t have to stay. I’ll go get your doctor and get your paperwork started.”
The paperwork went quickly, and it wasn’t long before John was walking around to the side of the Impala to help Sam into the house. Sam tried to get out on his own, but nearly fell. The stitches in his knee prevented him from being able to walk very well. John was there to instantly catch his son and guide him into the house. He carefully placed Sam on the couch before heading to the kitchen to get something to eat for him.
Left alone with his thoughts, Sam continued to replay the night over and over again. John came back in the room and sat a plate with a sandwich and fries in front of him.
“Thanks,” Sam muttered. Despite everything, he was finally starting to feel hungry. He began to nibble at the food. About half way through the meal he could feel his dad’s eyes on him. He sat his food down and met them with his own. “Um…how did you find me?”
“Your teacher called. Wanted to know if I knew of anything going on with ya. Then she started telling me about some things she’d seen ‘round school…she thought some other boys seemed to be bothering you. I headed to school to find you when you didn’t show up here. I was…was worried after Mrs. Meadows called…”
“I’m sorry dad,” Sam sighed. He shoved the plate away and leaned back farther on the couch.
He felt the couch dip and a calloused hand snake around to cup the back of his neck. “What in the world do you have to be sorry for Sam?”
Sam couldn’t face his father…he didn’t want to see the disappointment. “I sh-should’ve been able to stop it myself…”
Re: Filled: All is Fine Part 6moviegeek03May 1 2011, 00:12:22 UTC
Sam felt his dad’s hand stiffen against his neck, and he was sure the yelling would come soon.
“Sammy, did I ever tell you about my first year of high school?” Sam just shook his head. He wasn’t sure where this was all going. “I was like you, really tall and skinny. Except I wasn’t as strong as you are…”
“Not strong…”
“Why do you say that son?”
“I couldn’t…I couldn’t even stop a couple of teenage bullies from laying me out Dad.”
“When there is four against one, no one could. I know I couldn’t have at your age. I couldn’t even fight off one.”
“What?” Sam sat up more, ignoring the twinge of pain it caused.
“You heard me son. I couldn’t even fight off one asshole of a jock when I was your age. He made me public enemy number one my freshman year because his girl was tutoring me in math.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, buddy. So don’t you dare say you aren’t strong.”
Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes and John gently wrapped him in a hug. Moments later, John heard Sam’s muffled voice trying to speak around the fabric of his shirt. “What Sam?”
Sam moved so that his mouth was away from his dad’s chest. “They found my books…the ones on shadow demons and witches. I had accidently left them in my backpack after our hunt a couple weeks ago. They started after that.”
“So, that’s why you didn’t have them when I asked for them the other night?”
“Yeah…they…they tore them apart while the beat me up.”
“Sammy,” John’s voice cracked at Sam’s broken tone. “I’m sorry I yelled at you for that. But I want you to promise me something…if that ever happens again, don’t be afraid to tell me or your brother.”
More tears fell as Sam nodded his head in agreement. John pulled Sam back into his embrace and just held him while he let all his tears that had been building for weeks out.
Sam fell asleep there on the couch with his dad. Knowing that the position would hurt Sam in the long run, John reluctantly gathered up his baby in his arms and carried him to his bed. He carefully placed his precious charge under the covers and turned off the lights. He ran his hand through Sam’s hair, smiling as his son turned into the touch.
I won’t ever let things get that far again, Sammy…You’re gonna be fine…
Re: Filled: All is Fine Part 6moviegeek03May 25 2011, 14:40:23 UTC
Haha...Thank you! If you are interested I actually have posted more to this at my own journal. I decided to continue it into a multi chapter story. I only have this part and then one more up now, but will posting another in a day or so. :)
Sam started to shift a bit in the bed, drawing John out of his thoughts. “Sam….come on….wake up son,” he coaxed.
Sam’s eyes slowly opened. He blinked against the bright light before finally setting his gaze on his dad’s face.
“Hey Sam. How ya feelin’?”
Sam took stock of his body. “Sore,” he croaked.
A glass of water was presented to him and he drank greedily. “I bet.”
“Can I go home?” Sam looked so lost, making John suddenly aware of how young his son still was.
“Yeah. Doctor said you could once you woke up. You amazingly don’t have a head injury. So you don’t have to stay. I’ll go get your doctor and get your paperwork started.”
The paperwork went quickly, and it wasn’t long before John was walking around to the side of the Impala to help Sam into the house. Sam tried to get out on his own, but nearly fell. The stitches in his knee prevented him from being able to walk very well. John was there to instantly catch his son and guide him into the house. He carefully placed Sam on the couch before heading to the kitchen to get something to eat for him.
Left alone with his thoughts, Sam continued to replay the night over and over again. John came back in the room and sat a plate with a sandwich and fries in front of him.
“Thanks,” Sam muttered. Despite everything, he was finally starting to feel hungry. He began to nibble at the food. About half way through the meal he could feel his dad’s eyes on him. He sat his food down and met them with his own. “Um…how did you find me?”
“Your teacher called. Wanted to know if I knew of anything going on with ya. Then she started telling me about some things she’d seen ‘round school…she thought some other boys seemed to be bothering you. I headed to school to find you when you didn’t show up here. I was…was worried after Mrs. Meadows called…”
“I’m sorry dad,” Sam sighed. He shoved the plate away and leaned back farther on the couch.
He felt the couch dip and a calloused hand snake around to cup the back of his neck. “What in the world do you have to be sorry for Sam?”
Sam couldn’t face his father…he didn’t want to see the disappointment. “I sh-should’ve been able to stop it myself…”
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“Sammy, did I ever tell you about my first year of high school?” Sam just shook his head. He wasn’t sure where this was all going. “I was like you, really tall and skinny. Except I wasn’t as strong as you are…”
“Not strong…”
“Why do you say that son?”
“I couldn’t…I couldn’t even stop a couple of teenage bullies from laying me out Dad.”
“When there is four against one, no one could. I know I couldn’t have at your age. I couldn’t even fight off one.”
“What?” Sam sat up more, ignoring the twinge of pain it caused.
“You heard me son. I couldn’t even fight off one asshole of a jock when I was your age. He made me public enemy number one my freshman year because his girl was tutoring me in math.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, buddy. So don’t you dare say you aren’t strong.”
Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes and John gently wrapped him in a hug. Moments later, John heard Sam’s muffled voice trying to speak around the fabric of his shirt. “What Sam?”
Sam moved so that his mouth was away from his dad’s chest. “They found my books…the ones on shadow demons and witches. I had accidently left them in my backpack after our hunt a couple weeks ago. They started after that.”
“So, that’s why you didn’t have them when I asked for them the other night?”
“Yeah…they…they tore them apart while the beat me up.”
“Sammy,” John’s voice cracked at Sam’s broken tone. “I’m sorry I yelled at you for that. But I want you to promise me something…if that ever happens again, don’t be afraid to tell me or your brother.”
More tears fell as Sam nodded his head in agreement. John pulled Sam back into his embrace and just held him while he let all his tears that had been building for weeks out.
Sam fell asleep there on the couch with his dad. Knowing that the position would hurt Sam in the long run, John reluctantly gathered up his baby in his arms and carried him to his bed. He carefully placed his precious charge under the covers and turned off the lights. He ran his hand through Sam’s hair, smiling as his son turned into the touch.
I won’t ever let things get that far again, Sammy…You’re gonna be fine…
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I LOVED this! Thank you for good!Daddy John!!
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