Bobby was fucking furious. He'd barely understood anything Sam had said, the boy was clearly under the influence of something stronger than beer or pot. But he was too far away to haul his ass out of whatever the hell he'd done, so he dialed John Winchester in a rage.
"Where in the name of Christ are you, Johnny?"
"Headed back to our place. Dean is with me, we just finished up a-"
"How far out?" Bobby asked, cutting him off.
"An hour or so, maybe. What's wrong?"
"Sam's high as a fucking kite, has no idea where he is, and just called me babbling about how he finally figured out a way to celebrate his birthday without any of his family around. Why the hell are you out on a hunt? It's his 18th birthday, dumbass! I seem to remember Dean's being kind of a big deal. But you leave Sam home alone for his?"
For once, John was shocked into silence. But that was just fine, because Bobby wasn't done. "I called Sam for his birthday last year and he was alone. Do you even think about it? Do you not remember it? Or is it just not very important to you?" The anger in his voice was almost palpable, even over the phone. "You've got two sons, John. Quit being such a dick and get your ass home."
The line went dead and John related the conversation to Dean. He moved the accelerator up as high as he could, but neither of them spoke. They were both too caught up in the fact that Bobby was right. Neither of them made a big deal of Sam's birthday these past couple of years. Dean and John were bonding over the hunt and leaving Sam behind as a result.
They'd been so stupid, so fucking stupid. Sam meant the world to them, to Dean and John both, and they were too busy internally berating themselves for being such assholes to talk much for the rest of the trip. No way they were going to fix this with a cake or some presents.
Dean found Sam easily once they got back to the little town that had been their home base, and he didn't have it in him to chastise his little brother for doing drugs and wandering off. Even John felt so damn guilty after realizing what they'd done these past couple of years that he just hugged Sam and said he was sorry before sending him off to bed.
No matter how hard they tried, neither of them got a chance to properly make it all up to him before Sam left the both of them behind. There was nothing that could have shocked them into understanding how they'd made Sam feel until they watched him walk away.
Very emotional and sad. I can feel Dean and John's pain and guilt leach through the screen reading the last few paragraphs and Bobby was the best in this, as always. I guess it's too little too late for them now.
Oh noooooooo! No no, too sad! *hugs Sammy* I love Bobby wanting to be able to get there in time but realizing he's too far away and calling John instead.
Sam spent his 16th birthday alone, crying into a bowl of store-brand corn flakes and watching M*A*S*H reruns. This broke my heart. Dean gets the Impala and Sam gets... left behind.
I'm glad Sam went to (try to) party on his 18th and still had his mind enough to call Bobby. I'm glad they both felt guilty about leaving him. But that last paragraph broke my heart again. "It's funny how beautiful people are when they're walking out the door."
Bobby was fucking furious. He'd barely understood anything Sam had said, the boy was clearly under the influence of something stronger than beer or pot. But he was too far away to haul his ass out of whatever the hell he'd done, so he dialed John Winchester in a rage.
"Where in the name of Christ are you, Johnny?"
"Headed back to our place. Dean is with me, we just finished up a-"
"How far out?" Bobby asked, cutting him off.
"An hour or so, maybe. What's wrong?"
"Sam's high as a fucking kite, has no idea where he is, and just called me babbling about how he finally figured out a way to celebrate his birthday without any of his family around. Why the hell are you out on a hunt? It's his 18th birthday, dumbass! I seem to remember Dean's being kind of a big deal. But you leave Sam home alone for his?"
For once, John was shocked into silence. But that was just fine, because Bobby wasn't done. "I called Sam for his birthday last year and he was alone. Do you even think about it? Do you not remember it? Or is it just not very important to you?" The anger in his voice was almost palpable, even over the phone. "You've got two sons, John. Quit being such a dick and get your ass home."
The line went dead and John related the conversation to Dean. He moved the accelerator up as high as he could, but neither of them spoke. They were both too caught up in the fact that Bobby was right. Neither of them made a big deal of Sam's birthday these past couple of years. Dean and John were bonding over the hunt and leaving Sam behind as a result.
They'd been so stupid, so fucking stupid. Sam meant the world to them, to Dean and John both, and they were too busy internally berating themselves for being such assholes to talk much for the rest of the trip. No way they were going to fix this with a cake or some presents.
Dean found Sam easily once they got back to the little town that had been their home base, and he didn't have it in him to chastise his little brother for doing drugs and wandering off. Even John felt so damn guilty after realizing what they'd done these past couple of years that he just hugged Sam and said he was sorry before sending him off to bed.
No matter how hard they tried, neither of them got a chance to properly make it all up to him before Sam left the both of them behind. There was nothing that could have shocked them into understanding how they'd made Sam feel until they watched him walk away.
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Sam spent his 16th birthday alone, crying into a bowl of store-brand corn flakes and watching M*A*S*H reruns.
This broke my heart. Dean gets the Impala and Sam gets... left behind.
I'm glad Sam went to (try to) party on his 18th and still had his mind enough to call Bobby. I'm glad they both felt guilty about leaving him. But that last paragraph broke my heart again. "It's funny how beautiful people are when they're walking out the door."
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