Team Sam - Fic - That's My Boy
Title: That's My Boy!
Author: weesta
Prompt: What Do You Mean We're Related?
John hated these parent-teacher meetings; particularly when they were spontaneous due to an "incident" at school. Sometimes John wished he could ignore the school's calls and disavow his errant son. He'd like to say he didn't know where Sammy's anger came from, but he knew that this life was the root cause. Unfortunately Sam inherited John's short temper along with his dimples, but it wasn't his dimples that were getting him in trouble, It'd be so much easier if Sam was more like Dean.
Heaving a sigh and trying to reign in his own anger, John made his way into Sam's middle school. A very sullen looking Sam was hunched on a chair in the outer office. When the vice-principal came out to usher John into his office, John barked "Sam!" and Sam jumped to his feet. He wanted Sam to hear everything the administrator had to say so there would be no confusion when his punishment came down later.
The other parent and student combo was alreay in the office. The vice-principal started in with their "zero-tolerance" policy and reiterating Sam's history of acting out; the other father was yelling about his son's safety, but John was hearing a different story between the lines. John could feel anger rolling off of Sam from behind him and knew how hard Sam was working to hold himself in check. The other kid didn't look angry or scared, he looked bored. John listened more carefully because the story he was getting wasn't the story he was hearing.
In the middle of the administrator's ramblings, John abruptly stood. His action startled everyone into silence. "So let me get this straight..." John moved to stand next to Sam. "My son has a "history" of anger management so in this little scenario of yours he's the scapegoat."
Sam's head snapped up and he stared at John. "Your son," he pointed at the boy who for the first time exhibited some genuine fear, "was tormenting and bullying not only a boy who was smaller, but has special needs."
The other father tried to work himself up into a righteous rage but John steamrolled right over him. "When my son stepped in to stop the situation, he acted not in self-defense but in defense of that third boy. Why isn't that kid in this meeting?"
"He can't talk, Dad." Sam stated fiercely. "He uses sign language and the other boys were holding his hands and telling him to try to yell for help."-
John could feel the blood rush to his face as his anger grew. Just like Sam he fought to keep himself in check. He shot a glare at the weak-ass administrator. "We're done here." He dropped his hand on Sam's neck. "I'm taking my boy home."
With no further comment, John steered Sam out of the office and out to the car. By the time they reached the Impala the hand on Sam's neck had migraged and John had an arm around his shoulder.
"You mad, Dad?" Sam ventured.
"Not at you, kiddo. Not at you."
Author: weesta
Prompt: What Do You Mean We're Related?
John hated these parent-teacher meetings; particularly when they were spontaneous due to an "incident" at school. Sometimes John wished he could ignore the school's calls and disavow his errant son. He'd like to say he didn't know where Sammy's anger came from, but he knew that this life was the root cause. Unfortunately Sam inherited John's short temper along with his dimples, but it wasn't his dimples that were getting him in trouble, It'd be so much easier if Sam was more like Dean.
Heaving a sigh and trying to reign in his own anger, John made his way into Sam's middle school. A very sullen looking Sam was hunched on a chair in the outer office. When the vice-principal came out to usher John into his office, John barked "Sam!" and Sam jumped to his feet. He wanted Sam to hear everything the administrator had to say so there would be no confusion when his punishment came down later.
The other parent and student combo was alreay in the office. The vice-principal started in with their "zero-tolerance" policy and reiterating Sam's history of acting out; the other father was yelling about his son's safety, but John was hearing a different story between the lines. John could feel anger rolling off of Sam from behind him and knew how hard Sam was working to hold himself in check. The other kid didn't look angry or scared, he looked bored. John listened more carefully because the story he was getting wasn't the story he was hearing.
In the middle of the administrator's ramblings, John abruptly stood. His action startled everyone into silence. "So let me get this straight..." John moved to stand next to Sam. "My son has a "history" of anger management so in this little scenario of yours he's the scapegoat."
Sam's head snapped up and he stared at John. "Your son," he pointed at the boy who for the first time exhibited some genuine fear, "was tormenting and bullying not only a boy who was smaller, but has special needs."
The other father tried to work himself up into a righteous rage but John steamrolled right over him. "When my son stepped in to stop the situation, he acted not in self-defense but in defense of that third boy. Why isn't that kid in this meeting?"
"He can't talk, Dad." Sam stated fiercely. "He uses sign language and the other boys were holding his hands and telling him to try to yell for help."-
John could feel the blood rush to his face as his anger grew. Just like Sam he fought to keep himself in check. He shot a glare at the weak-ass administrator. "We're done here." He dropped his hand on Sam's neck. "I'm taking my boy home."
With no further comment, John steered Sam out of the office and out to the car. By the time they reached the Impala the hand on Sam's neck had migraged and John had an arm around his shoulder.
"You mad, Dad?" Sam ventured.
"Not at you, kiddo. Not at you."