paraskavedekatriaphobia: the fear of Friday the 13th

Sam wasn't superstitious. Really, he wasn't. But, at the same time, he couldn't help but notice some signs, omens, portents, what-have-you. And it was those things that made him dread today - today could only spell disaster. Not for him, of course, but for Dean. And there was a part of Sam that ( Read more... )

 
May 2005

“Sam!” Jessica yells at him with no real malice. “You can't open that umbrella inside.”

“Why not? It's raining.”

“Yes, but it's bad luck to open an umbrella inside the house. You have to wait until you're outside.”

“First of all,” he tells her with a smile that shows his dimples, “this is an apartment, not a house - so the rules are probably ( Read more... )

 January 1995

Eeyore... Grumpy Smurf... Oscar the Grouch... Sam Winchester...

No, Sam's current peer group was not exactly one he would have chosen... given a choice... which, apparently, he wasn't. He was grumpy and grouchy and he couldn't seem to not be.

He rolled over in his bed to face the window - another dreary winter morning in another gloomy ( Read more... )

 
May 1994

Sometimes, Sam just honestly didn't understand his older brother. Didn't Dean want anything for himself? They had both recently begun school at Monongah Junior High - Dean (the upper class man) in ninth grade and Sam (bottom of the food chain) in sixth. And, while Sam had made a couple of friends of his own, it was hard to see his brother ( Read more... )

 
August 1993

Summer - not just summer - mid August. They're in Florida, of all places, in mid August. Worse still, they are in Florida in the god-awful heat and humidity of mid August in a small, cramped motel room whose large, bulky air conditioning unit sputtered its last puff of cool air (most likely) some time during the last decade and windows ( Read more... )

 March 1992

The weather had gotten warmer, Dean had recently gotten the cast off of his leg, and Dad had gotten a solid lead on the spirit he was tracking. All-in-all, the day was shaping up quite nicely. Sam was nearly finished with his classes for the day and was looking forward to the evening's events. Dad had told him that he could camp out in ( Read more... )

 
December 1991

Sam was in a bad mood, which even he was willing to admit was a more and more common thing these days. The Winchesters had recently moved and Sam, once again, found himself at a new school. He was actually getting used to his nomadic existence, but that didn't mean he liked it. Especially since Sam had really liked the last place they ( Read more... )

 
October 1989

Just over a month ago, Sammy would have said that seven was the bestest age to be. Ever since Dean had started school, Sammy wanted to go too - not just to school, but to his big brother's class. He hated to be stuck with a babysitter. Especially the babysitters that Daddy was able to afford because they were never any fun. He would ( Read more... )

June 1986

Sammy had only been four for a month when the Winchesters moved (again) into an apartment on Meyer Street. But, unlike the last two apartments (the only two places Sammy had really known as home), he really liked this place. If he had been older, maybe he would have noticed that it was small and rundown and not in a very nice neighborhood ( Read more... )