Title: Blank Slate
Author's Name: KoohiiCafe
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Summary: If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)
A ficlette written for the lj community "justprompts"
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine! Supernatural and co. belongs to the almighty Kripke.
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah (The Crow)
Sam bit at her lower lip as she rifled through the book, searching for information on the latest job Dee had dug up for the two of them. It was all she had left of their mother since she'd disappeared, and it was never enough- but it got the work done. That was what was most important, right? And of course, it was more than they had of their father.
This job- Dee had thrown herself into it full throttle, because it hurt too much to stop and think about it. Something was torching people homes, and children were losing their parents in a way far too similar to the way the Winchester sisters had lost their own. The local cops were convinced it was some psychotic serial arsonist, but there had been traces of sulfur at every single scene, and although Sam had already shot down the idea that the yellow-eyed demon was behind it, she was no closer to discovering the actual culprit.
The book wasn't helping this time. Frustrated, Sam threw the book on the table her feet were propped up on, swinging them down and rising. Sitting in the tiny hotel room was playing hell on her nerves, when she knew that some bastard was out there murdering parents, orphaning innocent kids. While she and her sister hadn't been outright orphaned by Yellow Eyes, the death of their father had turned their remaining parent into a shell of the woman she had once been. At least, that's what Deanna and Aunt Ellen always said. Samantha Winchester... would never know.
As she laced up her boots and grabbed a few last minute weapons before heading out after her sister, Sam reflected on the kids she'd met since coming to town. Out of the four fires that had stolen lives so far, there had been five children. Two of them, an eight year old little girl and her nine month old sister, had really gotten to her. The eight year old's words echoed through her mind.
'What do I do? Daddy's gone, and he's not coming back. My little sister won't ever know him!'
"I know," Sam whispered, her eyes shadowed. She stared down the barrel of the gun she'd been loading, unmoving. "I know, honey. I never got to know my dad either."
John Winchester wasn't even a memory to Sam. He was a blank slate. Remembering who he'd been- loving him- she left to Dee and Mom. Avenging him was her job. After all, you can't love someone you never knew.