Title: Forgotten and Remembered
Author: Demira_Watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Gen
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfiction belong to Eric Kripke and the Supernatural team. Unrecognizable characters belong to me and can not be used without permission.
Rating: PG
Word count: 897
Prompt: #9 - Hug
Summary: Sam changed his mind when Adam fell asleep.
Forgotten and Remembered
Sam changed his mind once Adam fell asleep. The six year olds short soft blonde hair tickled Sam's chin as he finally relaxed into the cushions of the couch.
Adam had been a screaming, crying, biting monster for the past three hours and Sam was sorely tempted to check his little brother's skull for the 666 insignia naming him the devil's son. John Winchester and his new wife Kate Milligan had decided to go out for the night seen as their last date had been about six years ago…Sam felt a little guilty for not having offered his babysitting services sooner but then the past three hours made their aches and pains known and he decided they could wait until next year before going out again.
Dean had another date lined up that evening…A girl from the cheerleading squad…or one of the waitress's at the local bar…He was dating someone at least and Sam was too tired to think about who his big brother was dating now-a-days and just focussed on his revenge. Perhaps he wouldn't help Dean with his homework next week…or maybe he'd just post his brother's picture on the herpes alert site and cackle as his brother's love life descended into nothingness.
Sam smirked.
The point was Sam changed his mind about hating his younger half brother after he'd fallen asleep. You see it was just Dean, Sam and their Dad for the longest time and then suddenly Kate appeared in their lives. Sam didn't mind Kate, she was beautiful and smart and their Dad loved her. So they made a small but happy family for a few years and then Adam came along. Sam was excited at the prospect of a younger brother and so for a while things had been good.
Sam didn't notice when things changed. But suddenly they had. Sam thinks the day he realised that things were different was when he ran home from school, cheeks bright and sore from the cold and his proud grin, with his A+ report card and gold star clutched in his fist. He'd bounded into the kitchen and held the paper high in front of his Dad and all he got was a distracted 'that's nice Sammy'. Sam then watched as his father fussed over Adam who had spilt his dinner down the front of his bib.
John and Kate ignored him more and more over the years until they barely noticed as he stuck his report cards on the fridge and clambered upstairs…Eight hours after school had let out. Sam had first worried about Dean who only returned to their shared room to sleep before disappearing for the day. But Dean took care of himself by fixing up his newly acquired '67 Impala or hanging out with Gabriel 'Trickster' Novak and his younger brother Castiel. So Sam never worried about his big brother because no matter what, Dean always had a smile for Sam at the end of the day.
But Sam didn't have a car to fix up. He had books to read or re-read as was the case most of the time. Sam didn't have friends; he was too smart for the other kids, too mature.
Sam never thought he was mature when he glared at his little brother.
Sam had resented the fact he was stuck caring for the tiny bundle of chaos and horror but couldn't say no when John had turned and looked at him with caring eyes for the first time in months. So Sam had swallowed his biting remark about looking after Adam and had nodded.
Then he was stuck with a toddler who wanted his mummy and daddy and a Sammy just wasn't good enough. No matter how many times he played Pirates and Knights or gave Adam sweets. Adam just cried and screamed and threw his action figures at Sam's head.
After a game of hide and seek (where Adam had hidden under the couch like a ninja cat and as Sam had walked by, unsuspectingly, Adam had pounced and decided to bite the back of Sam's legs) Sam had decided enough was enough and had yelled at Adam.
Sam had screamed about the injustice of being forgotten. He'd cried about his loss, about how John didn't love him anymore and how Adam had stolen that from him. He'd shouted about how he'd tried to be nice and caring towards Adam and about how his selfish little brother had made his life a living hell and how-
And then Adam had started wailing. And all the anger and pain had left Sam like someone had cut his strings and he'd held his little brother tightly whispering that he didn't mean any of it and that he loved Adam.
Sam was startled by how much he meant that. He really did love his little brother.
"'ove you too." Adam had brokenly sobbed into Sam's chest as he clutched Sam's t-shirt in his tiny fists.
So Sam changed his mind as his eyelids drooped and his tight hold on his little brother slipped as his muscles succumbed to sweet sleep.
And so it was when Sam's next A+ report card was handed to him by a smiling proud teacher, Sam raced home and had shown a smiling Adam the piece of paper making his little brother laugh happily and clap his tiny hands in applause.