Waiting - Supernatural
Title: Waiting
Author: youaredriving aka scarletsptember
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural, John, Sam, Bones (the dog)
Rating: Teen
Word Count: ~300
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Seeing the way Sam acted with that dog gave John a little more insight to Sam whether he wanted it or not was another thing all together.
First Posted October 09, 2010
Author's Notes: Another one of those point of view stories I really suck at. I'm learning, what can I say?
John had never seen Sam smile like that before. No matter how happy Sam looked with the dog, Bones, Sam still looked lost. Like there was still something missing when Sam tossed the ratty yellow tennis ball back and forth with the dog rather than the smile he got when he was amused with something he or Dean did.
So he did what he always did best, he waited a little bit longer, trying to understand why Sam ran away like he did. Why Sam thought it would be better to live without his family by his side.
Sam kept postcards of everywhere they traveled, like he needed to remember where they had been or the good they had done. It was something so Sam like. Every night Sam would eat and finger the torn edge of one of the postcards before going to bed. Instinctively he knew what postcard it was. It was where Sam left them at, almost as if he regretted it.
That damn dog would curl up at Sam’s hip and Sam would bury his hand in his fur and star out the window, waiting for something to happen. Something to come. He could hear Sam’s voice talking to Bones and it was always about the same thing. Dean. How sorry he was for probably getting Dean into trouble, for leaving, for not being normal. He didn’t understand why he was so different from his family.
So one night Sam was waiting, he and Dean were there. Sam did what he had been doing all week. Except this time he ducked his head and pointed to the dog who was whining in the background. Sam’s buried his hands in the golden fur and apologized yet again for not being normal and good enough in the soft voice that John could barely pick up on and it broke his heart just a little more.