Fanfic: Supernatural/Spider-Man - Normal (Sam)
Title: Normal (Sam)
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Crossover - Supernatural/Spider-Man (Film/Comic mix)
Characters: Sam Winchester, Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn
Prompt: 032. Movie Character - Peter Parker from Spider-Man
Word Count: ~1,600 words.
Rating: PG (for three curse words)
Warnings/Spoilers: Vague spoilers for Spider-Man. Vague spoilers for the "Pilot" and "Home" of SPN.
Disclaimer: Kripke and Marvel own me.
Summary: Sam thinks about being normal while studying with Peter and Harry.
Author's Notes: For the Movie Prompt Challenge over at win_non_con. Betaed by mastered. Subject to future editing.
Walking up to the massive wrought iron gate fitted with more techno-gadgetry than an air-and-space museum, Sam couldn't help laughing at his own bizarre anxieties. No matter how real his dream had felt last night, this just didn't look like the kind of place where crazy multicolored aliens would duke it out. Although, if anyone were to have some kinda cool snowboard-hovercraft thing, it would definitely be the Osborns.
Sam looked quizzically over the many unlabeled buttons on the gate's security intercom and shrugged, pressing the largest one.
"Yes?" The gruff voice on the other end sounded none too pleased to be disturbed by a ruffian at the gate.
"Ummm," Sam said, hesitantly leaning down to speak into what he hoped was the microphone area of the intercom, "this is Sam Winchester. I'm here to see Harry." His intonation rose at the end of each sentence as if he were asking a question.
"Do you have an appointment?" An appointment? To speak with a 17 year old?
"Uhh, yeah. He's expecting me. We're supposed to study together." Right, like that didn't sound made-up.
"Wait there. I'll send someone down to get you."
Sam's face soured. What? Did they think he was gonna steal something? Whatever. "Okay," he said, straightening up and adjusting his hoodie and satchel. Who knew what kind of crazy security measures he'd have to pass through just to help a fellow student with some homework.
Fellow student. Right. Why in hell was Harry Osborn, son of one of the richest families in New England, going to a public school anyway? I mean, he wasn't a stellar student - okay, he was a terrible student, when left to his own devices - but Sam knew for a fact that financial connections could get someone into just about any school, anywhere. That was why he was here. Well, not officially, of course. He had agreed, against his father's wishes, as usual, to help Harry out, with History ... and English ... and Latin. Of course, it didn't hurt that Mr. Osborn had the final say on which two Midtown High students would get the Osborn Foundation's full-ride scholarships.
The gate shuddered, each panel rolling outward, as a grey-suited guard walked stiffly down the driveway. When he got to Sam, there was no smile or welcome, just a nod before turning back the way he came, apparently expecting Sam to follow.
Observing his surroundings, Sam was hardly aware of how deeply his training affected his worldview. He was attune to the clicks and squeaks of the gate closing behind him. He noted the number of windows and doors with access to the front garden. He counted the steps from the gate to the fountain and committed to memory the route through the house that placed him in the massive wood-paneled library. The guard left with a nod and Sam quickly scanned over the room before dropping down on one of the dark leather couches to wait for Harry.
Sam knew his Dad and Dean both expected him to just graduate high school, if that, and then become a full-time demon hunter/pool hustler/scam artist like all the other Winchester males, but that just wasn't what Sam wanted for his life. He didn't have to have all this - the strategically placed flowers and the hand-carved statues - he just wanted normal. Normal like-
"Hey Sam. Hope you don't mind me inviting Peter to study with us. I figured the two of you would make a winning team for the Harry-Not-Being-A-Disappointment Tournament this term."
Normal like Peter Parker.
"Hey, dude, no problem," Sam said, turning his attention to Harry and puffing out a half-laugh. "I could probably use some help with Chemistry myself."
They got to work right away, two geeks and a millionaire (hell, maybe, he was a billionaire). Sam really could use the extra help from Peter Parker, science whiz extraordinaire. Sam couldn't help noticing how quirky Peter was, but in that way that really smart guys can't help but be. The social world didn't make a whole lot of sense to Peter. It wouldn't fit in one of his mathematical models. It didn't adhere to strict laws like forces in physics or compounds in AP chemistry. Social interaction made as much sense to Peter as Latin made to Harry, which was actually more sad for Harry since there was a test on Monday.
Most people at school would hardly speak to Peter, let alone want to be him, but Sam would trade lives with him in a snap. Despite his social awkwardness, Peter had two guardians who loved and supported him through all his activities. He had a home, like a house where he'd lived for multiple years, and a friend that wasn't a blood-relation, a friend he didn't have to lie to or say goodbye to in six months. He even had a sweet girl next door who everyone with half a heart could tell was perfect for him. Sam wanted that, just that, just normal.
Normal like Peter Parker.
The afternoon seemed to stretch on forever, but Sam wasn't remotely tired. Somehow, being around Peter fired him up, made him want to work harder, really earn that scholarship. He had already worked his ass off to get the grades. Colleges were beating down his door, even Ivy League ones. How could he not go? How could he not try to taste what Peter Parker has had for every day of his life? All Sam needed was a nod from the man in charge.
Thankfully for Sam, though perhaps not for Harry, Mr. Osborn stopped in several times throughout the afternoon, theoretically to retrieve needed books from the surrounding shelves.
"Harry, this first paragraph is really solid! You'll definitely ace the English mid-term with work like this." Sam tried to subtly - okay, maybe, not so subtly - drop mentions of Harry's improvement whenever Daddy O came in the room, but Mr. Osborn only seemed vaguely aware of his son's presence in the room. It was all made particularly awkward because he always had a word for Peter, usually something to do with whatever book he'd just pulled down.
During one of his library visits late in the evening, though, he quirked his head and looked intently at Sam. "You're Sam Winchester, right?"
"Uhh ... yes ... sir," Sam replied, somewhat startled by the weight of Norman Osborn's eyes on him.
"I read your portfolio for the foundation. Very impressive, Mr. Winchester."
"Thank you, sir," Sam wished his pulse would quiet down long enough for his brain to offer him something intelligent to say.
"My late wife was a lover of history and language. She would have loved your essay on mythology and society. You should look into programs at her alma mater. I'm sure Stanford would be very pleased to have you."
"Thank you, sir. I'll do that." Sam was still blinking, stunned, when Mr. Osborn turned to smile fondly in Peter's direction.
"And you, Peter, surely you'll be heading to Empire State University. Osborn Industries does a lot of really intriguing work with their Department of Sciences. You'll fit right in."
"Oh ... yes ... thanks," Peter stuttered out.
"Harry," Mr. Osborn groaned, "you should be glad these two have been willing to assist you. Now, you just might be able to get into some college, somewhere." No one missed the edge that creeped into his voice when he turned on his heel and left the room, saying "even so, I'll be surprised if it's a reputable one."
Peter sat, brow creased, empathizing with his friend. Harry ... well, Harry just looked miserable.
From then on, Mr. Osborn never spared a chance to chide Harry and praise Sam and Peter for all the smarts Harry seemed to lack. Sam had enough of that at home with his own Dad and Dean, being his perfect little soldier. So, when he finally thought Harry might actually get fair marks in all his classes, Sam was more than ready to go. One last visit from Daddy O, however, told Sam that he was ready to go even further than he thought.
"While I was making calls, I spoke with the Director of Development over at Stanford and mentioned I had a scholarship applicant interested in the Humanities and Social Science programs there. You should be getting an information packet in the mail next week."
"Oh ... wow. You didn't have to do that, Mr. Osborn."
"I know, Sam, but I do like our scholarship recipients to have somewhere spectacular to go."
"Oh ... wait, what?" Sam's eyes went wide.
Mr. Osborn chuckled. "It's not official yet, of course, but," he paused dramatically, looking back and forth between Peter and Sam, "I'm fairly certain we've already found two winners." He sighed then, gaze drilling into Harry's before shifting to Peter with a smile. "It's a pity I didn't have a son more like you."
Harry's jaw was set tight when his father left the room for the last time and Sam hurt for him. He knew what that pressure was like, but he couldn't help feeling that flutter of joy in his stomach. Harry had money. He could get out whenever he wanted. Sam just got his first and maybe last chance for freedom. He crossed his fingers and vowed to run through the rosary beads five times before bed.
As he packed up his satchel and said goodnight to all, he couldn't help smiling just a little. Stanford would give him a chance to be normal.
Normal like Peter Parker.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Crossover - Supernatural/Spider-Man (Film/Comic mix)
Characters: Sam Winchester, Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Norman Osborn
Prompt: 032. Movie Character - Peter Parker from Spider-Man
Word Count: ~1,600 words.
Rating: PG (for three curse words)
Warnings/Spoilers: Vague spoilers for Spider-Man. Vague spoilers for the "Pilot" and "Home" of SPN.
Disclaimer: Kripke and Marvel own me.
Summary: Sam thinks about being normal while studying with Peter and Harry.
Author's Notes: For the Movie Prompt Challenge over at win_non_con. Betaed by mastered. Subject to future editing.
Walking up to the massive wrought iron gate fitted with more techno-gadgetry than an air-and-space museum, Sam couldn't help laughing at his own bizarre anxieties. No matter how real his dream had felt last night, this just didn't look like the kind of place where crazy multicolored aliens would duke it out. Although, if anyone were to have some kinda cool snowboard-hovercraft thing, it would definitely be the Osborns.
Sam looked quizzically over the many unlabeled buttons on the gate's security intercom and shrugged, pressing the largest one.
"Yes?" The gruff voice on the other end sounded none too pleased to be disturbed by a ruffian at the gate.
"Ummm," Sam said, hesitantly leaning down to speak into what he hoped was the microphone area of the intercom, "this is Sam Winchester. I'm here to see Harry." His intonation rose at the end of each sentence as if he were asking a question.
"Do you have an appointment?" An appointment? To speak with a 17 year old?
"Uhh, yeah. He's expecting me. We're supposed to study together." Right, like that didn't sound made-up.
"Wait there. I'll send someone down to get you."
Sam's face soured. What? Did they think he was gonna steal something? Whatever. "Okay," he said, straightening up and adjusting his hoodie and satchel. Who knew what kind of crazy security measures he'd have to pass through just to help a fellow student with some homework.
Fellow student. Right. Why in hell was Harry Osborn, son of one of the richest families in New England, going to a public school anyway? I mean, he wasn't a stellar student - okay, he was a terrible student, when left to his own devices - but Sam knew for a fact that financial connections could get someone into just about any school, anywhere. That was why he was here. Well, not officially, of course. He had agreed, against his father's wishes, as usual, to help Harry out, with History ... and English ... and Latin. Of course, it didn't hurt that Mr. Osborn had the final say on which two Midtown High students would get the Osborn Foundation's full-ride scholarships.
The gate shuddered, each panel rolling outward, as a grey-suited guard walked stiffly down the driveway. When he got to Sam, there was no smile or welcome, just a nod before turning back the way he came, apparently expecting Sam to follow.
Observing his surroundings, Sam was hardly aware of how deeply his training affected his worldview. He was attune to the clicks and squeaks of the gate closing behind him. He noted the number of windows and doors with access to the front garden. He counted the steps from the gate to the fountain and committed to memory the route through the house that placed him in the massive wood-paneled library. The guard left with a nod and Sam quickly scanned over the room before dropping down on one of the dark leather couches to wait for Harry.
Sam knew his Dad and Dean both expected him to just graduate high school, if that, and then become a full-time demon hunter/pool hustler/scam artist like all the other Winchester males, but that just wasn't what Sam wanted for his life. He didn't have to have all this - the strategically placed flowers and the hand-carved statues - he just wanted normal. Normal like-
"Hey Sam. Hope you don't mind me inviting Peter to study with us. I figured the two of you would make a winning team for the Harry-Not-Being-A-Disappointment Tournament this term."
Normal like Peter Parker.
"Hey, dude, no problem," Sam said, turning his attention to Harry and puffing out a half-laugh. "I could probably use some help with Chemistry myself."
They got to work right away, two geeks and a millionaire (hell, maybe, he was a billionaire). Sam really could use the extra help from Peter Parker, science whiz extraordinaire. Sam couldn't help noticing how quirky Peter was, but in that way that really smart guys can't help but be. The social world didn't make a whole lot of sense to Peter. It wouldn't fit in one of his mathematical models. It didn't adhere to strict laws like forces in physics or compounds in AP chemistry. Social interaction made as much sense to Peter as Latin made to Harry, which was actually more sad for Harry since there was a test on Monday.
Most people at school would hardly speak to Peter, let alone want to be him, but Sam would trade lives with him in a snap. Despite his social awkwardness, Peter had two guardians who loved and supported him through all his activities. He had a home, like a house where he'd lived for multiple years, and a friend that wasn't a blood-relation, a friend he didn't have to lie to or say goodbye to in six months. He even had a sweet girl next door who everyone with half a heart could tell was perfect for him. Sam wanted that, just that, just normal.
Normal like Peter Parker.
The afternoon seemed to stretch on forever, but Sam wasn't remotely tired. Somehow, being around Peter fired him up, made him want to work harder, really earn that scholarship. He had already worked his ass off to get the grades. Colleges were beating down his door, even Ivy League ones. How could he not go? How could he not try to taste what Peter Parker has had for every day of his life? All Sam needed was a nod from the man in charge.
Thankfully for Sam, though perhaps not for Harry, Mr. Osborn stopped in several times throughout the afternoon, theoretically to retrieve needed books from the surrounding shelves.
"Harry, this first paragraph is really solid! You'll definitely ace the English mid-term with work like this." Sam tried to subtly - okay, maybe, not so subtly - drop mentions of Harry's improvement whenever Daddy O came in the room, but Mr. Osborn only seemed vaguely aware of his son's presence in the room. It was all made particularly awkward because he always had a word for Peter, usually something to do with whatever book he'd just pulled down.
During one of his library visits late in the evening, though, he quirked his head and looked intently at Sam. "You're Sam Winchester, right?"
"Uhh ... yes ... sir," Sam replied, somewhat startled by the weight of Norman Osborn's eyes on him.
"I read your portfolio for the foundation. Very impressive, Mr. Winchester."
"Thank you, sir," Sam wished his pulse would quiet down long enough for his brain to offer him something intelligent to say.
"My late wife was a lover of history and language. She would have loved your essay on mythology and society. You should look into programs at her alma mater. I'm sure Stanford would be very pleased to have you."
"Thank you, sir. I'll do that." Sam was still blinking, stunned, when Mr. Osborn turned to smile fondly in Peter's direction.
"And you, Peter, surely you'll be heading to Empire State University. Osborn Industries does a lot of really intriguing work with their Department of Sciences. You'll fit right in."
"Oh ... yes ... thanks," Peter stuttered out.
"Harry," Mr. Osborn groaned, "you should be glad these two have been willing to assist you. Now, you just might be able to get into some college, somewhere." No one missed the edge that creeped into his voice when he turned on his heel and left the room, saying "even so, I'll be surprised if it's a reputable one."
Peter sat, brow creased, empathizing with his friend. Harry ... well, Harry just looked miserable.
From then on, Mr. Osborn never spared a chance to chide Harry and praise Sam and Peter for all the smarts Harry seemed to lack. Sam had enough of that at home with his own Dad and Dean, being his perfect little soldier. So, when he finally thought Harry might actually get fair marks in all his classes, Sam was more than ready to go. One last visit from Daddy O, however, told Sam that he was ready to go even further than he thought.
"While I was making calls, I spoke with the Director of Development over at Stanford and mentioned I had a scholarship applicant interested in the Humanities and Social Science programs there. You should be getting an information packet in the mail next week."
"Oh ... wow. You didn't have to do that, Mr. Osborn."
"I know, Sam, but I do like our scholarship recipients to have somewhere spectacular to go."
"Oh ... wait, what?" Sam's eyes went wide.
Mr. Osborn chuckled. "It's not official yet, of course, but," he paused dramatically, looking back and forth between Peter and Sam, "I'm fairly certain we've already found two winners." He sighed then, gaze drilling into Harry's before shifting to Peter with a smile. "It's a pity I didn't have a son more like you."
Harry's jaw was set tight when his father left the room for the last time and Sam hurt for him. He knew what that pressure was like, but he couldn't help feeling that flutter of joy in his stomach. Harry had money. He could get out whenever he wanted. Sam just got his first and maybe last chance for freedom. He crossed his fingers and vowed to run through the rosary beads five times before bed.
As he packed up his satchel and said goodnight to all, he couldn't help smiling just a little. Stanford would give him a chance to be normal.
Normal like Peter Parker.