Random scene for Save a Horse, Ride a Winchester
Sam stood on the other side of black stallion Slevin, eyeing the brunette smiling affectionately at the horse and playfully nuzzling its nose.
"Niki, do you remember anything about your mom?"
Nicole looked up at him, confused about his question. She'd told him a little while back she didn't like talking about her mom, so why'd he bother asking? A look of curiosity overtook the sad smile on her face. "Not much. Just little things..." she answered. "Why?"
He paused for a second, contemplating how to bring up what he wanted without it coming out funny. "You were really little when she passed, though--"
"What's on your mind, Sam?" she sighed, obviously a little annoyed by his sudden questioning, but more or less trying to hide the sudden pang of striking pain in her chest.
"What do you remember?" he asked gently.
Nicole thought about it for a second. "I was seven, Sam. I remember that she never wanted me to ride because she was afraid I'd get hurt. I remember that when she found out she only had three months to live, she taught me anyway because she knew my father would do it after she passed and she wanted me to have the memories with her and not my old man because she'd be gone the rest of my life and he'd have all that time with me. I remember..." He noticed when she trailed off to think, she was trying to hide tears brimming her eyes. "She loved the color blue. Her hair always smelled like strawberries, even after she was out with the animals all day," she let a sad laugh escape her lips. "And I don't think she could go a day without listening to "Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter; was her favorite song."
A sad smile settled on Sam's face.
"Why were you asking, hun?" The tears seemed to choke back on their own when she stopped talking about her mother, but he could tell she was hiding the misery in her eyes.
"You had seven years with your mom. I had six months I don't even remember. I was just..."
"I'm gonna say a word and you tell me the first thing that pops into your head, okay?"
Sam looked utterly confused. "Nik--"
"It's relative, just do it."
"Fine," he sighed. "Go ahead."
"Dean," was the word she started with.
"Impala."
"Impala," she repeated.
"Never driving again."
"Dad."
He hesitated.
"First word that pops into your head or we'll never get anywhere, Sammy. Dad."
"Obsessed."
Nicole paused and leveled her gaze with Sam's. "Your mom."
"Mom..." He broke eye contact after that and let out an almost cynical laugh. "Normal."
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Why normal?"
"I don't know," he laughed again.
"D'you ever think maybe she represents normal for you?"
"I..." Sam looked at her, wondering how she drew that conclusion. "What made you say that?"
"Well, apparently the first word that popped into your head was, 'normal,'" Nicole chuckled, and then turned serious again. "And I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that if she'd never been violently murdered, your life would've been normal so that's what comes to mind."
He actually smiled at her. "Did you ever consider psychology?"
"It'd be animal psychology. To be honest, I don't really understand people."
That made him laugh. She'd just figured that all out from one word.
Don't hold me to this for the actual story, but I needed something to post on here and this came out quite nicely. Contents subject to change. xD
"Niki, do you remember anything about your mom?"
Nicole looked up at him, confused about his question. She'd told him a little while back she didn't like talking about her mom, so why'd he bother asking? A look of curiosity overtook the sad smile on her face. "Not much. Just little things..." she answered. "Why?"
He paused for a second, contemplating how to bring up what he wanted without it coming out funny. "You were really little when she passed, though--"
"What's on your mind, Sam?" she sighed, obviously a little annoyed by his sudden questioning, but more or less trying to hide the sudden pang of striking pain in her chest.
"What do you remember?" he asked gently.
Nicole thought about it for a second. "I was seven, Sam. I remember that she never wanted me to ride because she was afraid I'd get hurt. I remember that when she found out she only had three months to live, she taught me anyway because she knew my father would do it after she passed and she wanted me to have the memories with her and not my old man because she'd be gone the rest of my life and he'd have all that time with me. I remember..." He noticed when she trailed off to think, she was trying to hide tears brimming her eyes. "She loved the color blue. Her hair always smelled like strawberries, even after she was out with the animals all day," she let a sad laugh escape her lips. "And I don't think she could go a day without listening to "Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter; was her favorite song."
A sad smile settled on Sam's face.
"Why were you asking, hun?" The tears seemed to choke back on their own when she stopped talking about her mother, but he could tell she was hiding the misery in her eyes.
"You had seven years with your mom. I had six months I don't even remember. I was just..."
"I'm gonna say a word and you tell me the first thing that pops into your head, okay?"
Sam looked utterly confused. "Nik--"
"It's relative, just do it."
"Fine," he sighed. "Go ahead."
"Dean," was the word she started with.
"Impala."
"Impala," she repeated.
"Never driving again."
"Dad."
He hesitated.
"First word that pops into your head or we'll never get anywhere, Sammy. Dad."
"Obsessed."
Nicole paused and leveled her gaze with Sam's. "Your mom."
"Mom..." He broke eye contact after that and let out an almost cynical laugh. "Normal."
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Why normal?"
"I don't know," he laughed again.
"D'you ever think maybe she represents normal for you?"
"I..." Sam looked at her, wondering how she drew that conclusion. "What made you say that?"
"Well, apparently the first word that popped into your head was, 'normal,'" Nicole chuckled, and then turned serious again. "And I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that if she'd never been violently murdered, your life would've been normal so that's what comes to mind."
He actually smiled at her. "Did you ever consider psychology?"
"It'd be animal psychology. To be honest, I don't really understand people."
That made him laugh. She'd just figured that all out from one word.
Don't hold me to this for the actual story, but I needed something to post on here and this came out quite nicely. Contents subject to change. xD