Birds And Butterflies 1/1
Birds And Butterflies
Title: Birds And Butterflies
Author: missnegreenwood aka sagaluthien
Archive: sagas_stories
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dean Winchester
Challenge: spn30_snapshot Nanowrimo challenge 2010
Theme: Theme Nanowrimo - table: nanowrimo
Prompt(s): # 17 Land (and mini_nanowrimo prompt repeat and the picture
Rating & Warning: NC-17, disability;Autism, weechesters
Disclaimer: Everything is totally invented and I do not know or own the original characters from Supernatural. I have not written it for earn any money.
Author's Notes: This story popped up after that I saw the picture and yes, I have a weakness for writing stories where one or more characters has a disability, but it isn't to degrade anybody, as I am in that situation myself.
Summary: Sam made a scene when he fell for a picture and the only way to calm him down is for John to buy it.
Sam loved colours. He could sit staring and following the colours in pictures for hours. Some colours were better than others, and if they were green and blue? That was the best. At times it was really hard to pull Sam away from pictures - especially if they were at a gallery or art museum.
John had been told by the doctors that it would be good therapy for Sam to be around paintings, so he took his son to see them as often he could. Of course, Dean fond it annoying, but he generally followed along; he could see Sam's positive response. At the latest art gallery, there had been this blue and green painting that Sam had totally refused to leave. He made such a scene that John had been forced to buy it from the artist. He had even had to pay extra, just so they could take it immediately.
Now Sam sat on his bed with it in front of him, staring and following the shapes with his fingers. The picture had been done in oil paint so there were raised lines and whorls. Both John and Dean had stood for a long time watching Sam, and the calm that had settled over him.
John wondered what was going on in Sam's head, what he saw, trying to accept he might never know. Sam still hadn't learned to put sentences together. He could say a few words, enough to say what he was feeling or wanted, but it seemed like he didn't know how to fit it together. All John could do was keep repeating words back, training and working with him and then maybe one day, Sam would be able to communicate better.
~*~*~
He just knew that he loved the picture and he didn't want to part from it. He did what he thought was right - he stood there and when they tried to force him away, he started fighting, and when that seemed useless, he started screaming.
Somewhere inside he knew that he had acted wrong, but he didn't understand why it was wrong. He tried. Watched both the older man and Dee and the way they changed, sometimes shouting, sometimes trying to hug him. Eventually he must've done something right, because he did get the picture and he didn't need to part from it. Ever.
Now he was left on the bed with the picture. It was beautiful. Nice colours. It was like a land. The picture and the colours spoke to him. It was like they were trying to mix together, showing him new pictures. He followed the figures, touching them. It felt good to touch the figures. There was a butterfly, a bird, a fish, and lizard. It was like they were drawing him in. Saying 'come to me, come to us'.
The more he watched the painting, he thought he saw more butterflies and birds. He wanted to fly with them. Just float around. Be free like them. Be in the land.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~
Title: Birds And Butterflies
Author: missnegreenwood aka sagaluthien
Archive: sagas_stories
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dean Winchester
Challenge: spn30_snapshot Nanowrimo challenge 2010
Theme: Theme Nanowrimo - table: nanowrimo
Prompt(s): # 17 Land (and mini_nanowrimo prompt repeat and the picture
Rating & Warning: NC-17, disability;Autism, weechesters
Disclaimer: Everything is totally invented and I do not know or own the original characters from Supernatural. I have not written it for earn any money.
Author's Notes: This story popped up after that I saw the picture and yes, I have a weakness for writing stories where one or more characters has a disability, but it isn't to degrade anybody, as I am in that situation myself.
Summary: Sam made a scene when he fell for a picture and the only way to calm him down is for John to buy it.
Sam loved colours. He could sit staring and following the colours in pictures for hours. Some colours were better than others, and if they were green and blue? That was the best. At times it was really hard to pull Sam away from pictures - especially if they were at a gallery or art museum.
John had been told by the doctors that it would be good therapy for Sam to be around paintings, so he took his son to see them as often he could. Of course, Dean fond it annoying, but he generally followed along; he could see Sam's positive response. At the latest art gallery, there had been this blue and green painting that Sam had totally refused to leave. He made such a scene that John had been forced to buy it from the artist. He had even had to pay extra, just so they could take it immediately.
Now Sam sat on his bed with it in front of him, staring and following the shapes with his fingers. The picture had been done in oil paint so there were raised lines and whorls. Both John and Dean had stood for a long time watching Sam, and the calm that had settled over him.
John wondered what was going on in Sam's head, what he saw, trying to accept he might never know. Sam still hadn't learned to put sentences together. He could say a few words, enough to say what he was feeling or wanted, but it seemed like he didn't know how to fit it together. All John could do was keep repeating words back, training and working with him and then maybe one day, Sam would be able to communicate better.
~*~*~
He just knew that he loved the picture and he didn't want to part from it. He did what he thought was right - he stood there and when they tried to force him away, he started fighting, and when that seemed useless, he started screaming.
Somewhere inside he knew that he had acted wrong, but he didn't understand why it was wrong. He tried. Watched both the older man and Dee and the way they changed, sometimes shouting, sometimes trying to hug him. Eventually he must've done something right, because he did get the picture and he didn't need to part from it. Ever.
Now he was left on the bed with the picture. It was beautiful. Nice colours. It was like a land. The picture and the colours spoke to him. It was like they were trying to mix together, showing him new pictures. He followed the figures, touching them. It felt good to touch the figures. There was a butterfly, a bird, a fish, and lizard. It was like they were drawing him in. Saying 'come to me, come to us'.
The more he watched the painting, he thought he saw more butterflies and birds. He wanted to fly with them. Just float around. Be free like them. Be in the land.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~