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Title: Then and Now (06/100: Sway)
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, Page Fabrizzio
Prompt: .001. Beginnings
Word Count: 883
Rating: PG. Harmless.
Summary: Page comes to her senses.
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Page & Sam
2002
I lay awake in the car, after pulling over by a toll booth on the Mass Pike, and sighed. I'd never disbelieved anything Sam had told me before, but this was…ridiculous. His dad was a fucking real life Ghostbuster? I knew that Winchester's had trouble telling the truth all the time, but this was something else. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my head back against the seat. Truth be told, I had always wondered about Sam's family. Wondered if something was up there. I always thought it was negligent of them to constantly leave Sam with neighbors and friends. Sure, I loved the company when I was little. And even in high school, I liked going to his place, because there were no parental supervision and we could do whatever we wanted. But I always wondered.
There were times when I worried about Sam's physical being, too. I mean, I never said anything, or asked any questions, mainly because I was afraid of the repercussions. I was afraid that telling me would get him in trouble, and whatever was going on would get worse. I mean, if he was beaten, the bruises and shit were really well hidden. Whenever his dad was home, he'd always storm out of his house and come over to mine, freaking out and in tears of fury. And my mom would let him stay, because my family trusted and loved him about as much as they loved Dyl and I. But he'd always have to go back home, and I'd always start worrying about him again.
Sometimes, I felt like I birthed a teenager when I was a teenager. But, I adored Sam, so I wasn't going to complain too much about it. Still, this was one time that I really wished that he could be honest with me. We always talked about things of the…paranormal nature. And yeah, I believed in them. But because of this, part of me wondered if the only reason he ever asked me about my opinions on any of that was to test the water and see if I'd go for this 'dad and Dean hunt ghosts' thing. I mean, sure, there was a chance that he was telling the truth. And with Sam, when there was a chance, it was always a huge chance. Because he didn't lie. He just didn't tell the whole story. But Jesus Christ, it was a lot to swallow.
I glanced over at him. He wasn't sleeping, either. I knew that he was pretty bugged about this, too, and I had just made it worse by the way I'd acted. But, for the love of Christ, what did he expect? I hoped he didn't expect me to just…buy that. But…what if he did? What if he'd actually premeditated the lie that much? And…what if, like…it wasn't a lie? I mean, really, I was open minded, because if half of the shit that we as a species do from day to day was possible, anything was. But…my best friend was telling me that for my entire life, I had failed to notice that his father was a Ghostbuster. I sighed and thought about it for a second.
Leaning across the center console, I put my hand on Sam's arm. "Hey…" I watched him turn his attention toward me, a nervous and uncomfortable look on his face. "Listen…I don't know if your dad is, like, CIA or a Ghostbuster or whatever he is, all right? But I don't care, either. You're my best friend and there's nothing I wouldn't go through for you…" I promised. It was true. I'd go to hell and back for Sam. Do absolutely anything to make him happy.
He looked at me, a bit of concern on his face, but as I finished what I was saying, I think the concern faded, and he smiled a bit. "Thanks, Page. I needed to hear that…" he said softly, biting his lower lip nervously. "Can I ask you a question?" he looked at me nervously, then back out the window. "A serious question?" he paused, waiting for my answer. I nodded and raised an eyebrow at him, concern spreading across my face. "…you'll…you'll always be here, right? No matter what happens? I mean…I know you JUST said there was nothing you wouldn't go through for me, but--"
I cut him off and smiled. "Shut up, Sam. I'm here for you, okay? Everything and anything…" I promised him. "Seriously…no matter what happens? Hell or high water? You're stuck with me. You've been here for me through whatever has happened to me, and I…just…" I sighed, but not aloud. This whole Jess thing was hell for me. The only reason I wanted anything to do with Bryon whatsoever was because, well, simply put, Sam and I had been at a party one of our friends were throwing. And we were both drunk. And one thing had led to another. And after that…one thing in my mind led to another. So, yes, the only reason I wanted Bryon was…because I couldn't have Sam. No matter how much I wished.
"I…thank you. Really. I just--" he paused and chuckled a bit. "Good night, Page…" he whispered, then smiled and nodded, rolling over in his seat.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, Page Fabrizzio
Prompt: .001. Beginnings
Word Count: 883
Rating: PG. Harmless.
Summary: Page comes to her senses.
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Page & Sam
2002
I lay awake in the car, after pulling over by a toll booth on the Mass Pike, and sighed. I'd never disbelieved anything Sam had told me before, but this was…ridiculous. His dad was a fucking real life Ghostbuster? I knew that Winchester's had trouble telling the truth all the time, but this was something else. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my head back against the seat. Truth be told, I had always wondered about Sam's family. Wondered if something was up there. I always thought it was negligent of them to constantly leave Sam with neighbors and friends. Sure, I loved the company when I was little. And even in high school, I liked going to his place, because there were no parental supervision and we could do whatever we wanted. But I always wondered.
There were times when I worried about Sam's physical being, too. I mean, I never said anything, or asked any questions, mainly because I was afraid of the repercussions. I was afraid that telling me would get him in trouble, and whatever was going on would get worse. I mean, if he was beaten, the bruises and shit were really well hidden. Whenever his dad was home, he'd always storm out of his house and come over to mine, freaking out and in tears of fury. And my mom would let him stay, because my family trusted and loved him about as much as they loved Dyl and I. But he'd always have to go back home, and I'd always start worrying about him again.
Sometimes, I felt like I birthed a teenager when I was a teenager. But, I adored Sam, so I wasn't going to complain too much about it. Still, this was one time that I really wished that he could be honest with me. We always talked about things of the…paranormal nature. And yeah, I believed in them. But because of this, part of me wondered if the only reason he ever asked me about my opinions on any of that was to test the water and see if I'd go for this 'dad and Dean hunt ghosts' thing. I mean, sure, there was a chance that he was telling the truth. And with Sam, when there was a chance, it was always a huge chance. Because he didn't lie. He just didn't tell the whole story. But Jesus Christ, it was a lot to swallow.
I glanced over at him. He wasn't sleeping, either. I knew that he was pretty bugged about this, too, and I had just made it worse by the way I'd acted. But, for the love of Christ, what did he expect? I hoped he didn't expect me to just…buy that. But…what if he did? What if he'd actually premeditated the lie that much? And…what if, like…it wasn't a lie? I mean, really, I was open minded, because if half of the shit that we as a species do from day to day was possible, anything was. But…my best friend was telling me that for my entire life, I had failed to notice that his father was a Ghostbuster. I sighed and thought about it for a second.
Leaning across the center console, I put my hand on Sam's arm. "Hey…" I watched him turn his attention toward me, a nervous and uncomfortable look on his face. "Listen…I don't know if your dad is, like, CIA or a Ghostbuster or whatever he is, all right? But I don't care, either. You're my best friend and there's nothing I wouldn't go through for you…" I promised. It was true. I'd go to hell and back for Sam. Do absolutely anything to make him happy.
He looked at me, a bit of concern on his face, but as I finished what I was saying, I think the concern faded, and he smiled a bit. "Thanks, Page. I needed to hear that…" he said softly, biting his lower lip nervously. "Can I ask you a question?" he looked at me nervously, then back out the window. "A serious question?" he paused, waiting for my answer. I nodded and raised an eyebrow at him, concern spreading across my face. "…you'll…you'll always be here, right? No matter what happens? I mean…I know you JUST said there was nothing you wouldn't go through for me, but--"
I cut him off and smiled. "Shut up, Sam. I'm here for you, okay? Everything and anything…" I promised him. "Seriously…no matter what happens? Hell or high water? You're stuck with me. You've been here for me through whatever has happened to me, and I…just…" I sighed, but not aloud. This whole Jess thing was hell for me. The only reason I wanted anything to do with Bryon whatsoever was because, well, simply put, Sam and I had been at a party one of our friends were throwing. And we were both drunk. And one thing had led to another. And after that…one thing in my mind led to another. So, yes, the only reason I wanted Bryon was…because I couldn't have Sam. No matter how much I wished.
"I…thank you. Really. I just--" he paused and chuckled a bit. "Good night, Page…" he whispered, then smiled and nodded, rolling over in his seat.