It's November 2, an auspicious (if ominous) day for our darling Sam, so to herald his introduction to The Red Stuff, let's revisit an annual tradition. Welcome to the OhSam Triple Play 2016! This year, we're offering a focus on a reoccurring theme in Sam's life: blood"Blood" could be interpreted in many ways. Family don't end with blood. The demon
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"What kind of story do you want?" he asks.
Sam shrugs, fiddling with the Power Ranger's remaining arm. He glances up shyly. "Uncle Bobby, are you really smart?"
Bobby chuckles. "I think I've got some smarts, just enough to get the job done."
Sam looks down at his red Power Ranger. "Can I ask you a question?" he asks.
Bobby nods.
"In that movie, everyone was chasing the monster," Sam says. "They wanted to hurt it."
"Well, the monster did a lot of bad," Bobby explains. "It was chasing those people first, so the people were just defending themselves."
"But why did the monster do bad stuff?" Sam asks.
"That's what monsters do," Bobby says.
Sam frowns. "How did it become a monster? Was it always like that?"
"It's just a movie. It's not real, Sam," Bobby lies.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm bad," Sam admits. "Dean likes Batman and King Arthur and, and I like 'em, too. But I don't think I'd be allowed to go on a quest like them, not like Dean."
"Why's that?" Bobby asks, frowning.
"You have to be good and pure to go on a quest like that," Sam tells him. "That's what the stories say. I'm... "
"You're what, Sam?"
Sam shrugs. "Dirty."
Bobby just about stops breathing. In his head, he's cursing John Winchester. He curses the whole goddamned messed up world for putting thoughts like this in a seven-year-old boy's head.
"Listen here, Sam," Bobby says, leaning forward to try to get Sam to look at him. "You are good, you hear? You've never done a bad thing. You aren't bad. You aren't dirty. Where in the hell did you get that idea, anyway?"
Sam is avoiding looking at Bobby and he curls up under the blanket until only the top of his head is sticking out. "I don't know. I just know it."
He closes his eyes and Bobby suspects the conversation is over, for now. Honestly, Bobby never had to deal with children very often before he met John Winchester. He's out of his depth most of the time, never mind something like this. He strokes the top of Sam's head, brushes the fine, soft curls and he says good night.
He adds 'help Sam' to the top of his to-do list.
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I mean, this is awesome, but how dare you.
<3
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Perfectly painful in every way! Thank you for sharing :)
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This was so good and heartbreaking. Thank you! <3
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Thanks for reading! :)
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I think there's a glitch on the FFn website because reviews aren't showing up and I can't reply to them. I am getting them as emails though, so I have read them all, I just can't reply (also I can't reply to you on FFn when you review anonymously) I'm glad you're enjoying the fics :)
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