Fic: "Homework", PG, (1/1)
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Title: ‘Homework’
Author: JM (
Jen_JM)
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Category: gen
Spoilers: nope
Warnings: pre-series.
Word Count: 1180 ca
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not making money…
Author’s Notes: English isn’t my first language (nor my beta’s first language), so if you see any dreadful mistake please forgive me! (And report if you have the time!^^) Feedback makes me relly happy!^^ -- Thanks Fae for her beta-work!^^
Summary: “Ok boys and girls, for tomorrow I want you to write a short letter to a friend in which you describe your father.”
Crossposted
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-Ok boys and girls, for tomorrow I want you to write a short letter to a friend in which you describe your father.-
The voice of the teacher reached Sam like an arrow in the chest. He had to talk about his father? To a complete stranger? Worse, to a class of complete strangers? He listened while the gentle woman explained to the eight-year-old students what they had to tell in their homework.
When the bell rang he took all his stuff and walked out of the school as soon as he managed to. Outside there was his father waiting for him in the black Impala. His big brother was already on the passenger seat; as ever he had been inexplicably faster than him to get out of the school. They both seemed to love that car more than everything else, and Sam made a mental note to put that in the homework.
He immediately changed his mind when he realized that maybe it was dangerous to give such information about them. It wasn’t a common car, and they didn’t need to be recognized. He chuckled when a thought crossed his mind. A normal eight-year-old shouldn’t have to lie about his father’s car, job, life and name. A normal eight-year-old wouldn’t give a damn about secrets and all that stuff.
But he wasn’t a normal eight-year-old. That truth hit him for the thousandth time. He would never be normal and he would never be able to accept it.
-How was your day, Sammy?-
Dean smiled as he climbed out of the car to allow his young brother to get in the backseat.
-Same as ever. Don’t call me like that.-
Sam threw his bag on the other side of the seat and smiled back to the twelve-year-old Winchester as he was getting back in his seat.
-Okay, Sammy. Got homework?-
The eight-year-old narrowed his eyes and gave a slap on Dean’s head.
-Just like every day.-
The remark was rewarded with a sarcastic smirk from his brother who, Sam knew, did something like half a homework in his entire life.
-Geek-
-I’m not a geek!-
-Of course not, Sammy!-
-Don’t call me ‘Sammy’!-
-Ok, Samantha.-
-Fuck off, Dean!-
-Sam Winchester!-
John turned abruptly towards his younger son, glaring at him with indignation and rage.
-Sorry dad…-
Sam felt his cheeks become warmer than normal. He could bet both his hands that that stupid jerk of his brother did it on purpose.
-Don’t you ever say that again. At least for the next ten years.-
The boy didn’t say anything, just nodded and spelled the words “You jerk” in Dean’s direction, shooting him a furious glare.
-And don’t ‘you jerk’ your brother.-
The man’s voice wasn’t angry, it almost seemed to be…amused. Sam narrowed his eyes again wondering how his father could have seen him.
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The very first moment Sam took the pen from his bag he felt quite dejected. He had to write a letter to a friend.
His mind began to search for some names in his memories, but after a few minutes he realized that no one of his past schoolmates could have been considered as a real friend. The only one who Sam could think of was Dean, his big brother.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then he wrote the words “Dear Dean” on the blank page. When he remembered what had happened earlier that afternoon in the Impala, he shook his head and cancelled those words. He wasn’t going to write the letter to that jerk of his brother.
-Hey dude, you doin’ homework?-
As if he sensed he was in his brother’s mind, Dean appeared on the doorstep with a sincerely curious look on his face.
Sam didn’t answer, he just got back to his work sure that Dean would have disappeared in a few seconds, bored and quite pissed. But the older Winchester walked in the room, reaching his brother and glancing at the papers from over his shoulder.
Sam covered them with an hand, but there was already a perplexed look on Dean’s face.
-You writing a letter to me? I thought you were supposed to write it to a friend.-
He arched an eyebrow, sitting on the chair next to his brother’s.
-Yeah, I know.-
The bitter tone of his voice surprised even himself, and he lowered his eyes.
-Oh, man…you’re still angry for today?-
There wasn’t amusement in Dean’s voice, he seemed truly concerned. Sam looked at him and sighed.
-No, it’s just that…I don’t like this thing.-
-C’mon, I told you school is boring…-
Dean smirked, but the grin vanished immediately from his face when he saw the sadness in his brother’s eyes.
-You don’t have to do it. You can…-
-Lie?-
Dean nodded with decision at the suggestion and his brother chuckled in disbelief.
-Even if I lie, nothing changes! I’m still alone, I’m still without one single friend!-
Sam’s rage increased with every word, and he moved his gaze to the window, far from his brother.
-You’ve got me and dad.-
-Yeah, sure…-
Dean felt a sharp ache in his chest at the sarcastic tone used by his little brother.
-Sammy…- he started, not sure of what he wanted to say. -You know dad loves us.- It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Sam turned towards his brother and looked him in the eye.
-Well, he should show it.-
With that he stood and left the room, without waiting for an answer.
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It was almost midnight when he came back in his room, finding it empty and dark. His father was already asleep and Dean wasn’t around. He sat at the desk and took a pen, he had that damn homework to do.
He had been in the garden for all the evening, his father gave up trying to get him back in the house after half an hour of alternate talking and yelling.
He looked for a blank sheet and found something he was sure wasn’t there when he left. A photograph. There were two people, a man and a baby.
The man was carrying the baby, smiling fondly as if he was the happiest person on earth. Sam turned the photo and immediately recognized the calligraphy.
“Me and Sammy-boy, 10th October 1983”
A tear crossed his cheek, immediately followed by another. When he heard his door open he hurried to dry them with his sleeve.
-You okay?-
From Dean’s voice Sam knew that he was perfectly awake. The younger Winchester stood and reached his brother with a smile.
-Thank you.-
Dean was surprised by his brother’s almost shaking voice, but he simply smiled back, forgetting for a while the he was the jerk who was supposed to mock Sam every time he was about to cry.
-‘Night-
Dean ruffled his brother’s hair affectionately and with a last nod he left the room. Sam watched the door closing and then he got back to the desk. He put the photo next to the blank sheet and took the pen.
“Dear Dean”
~ End