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Summary : Sam had never really understood his father's yearn for revenge until he went through the same tragedy.
Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me !
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
Understanding
His eyes staring outside through Baby's window, trying to recover from yet another chaotic nap that was always accompanied by nightmares, Sam tried to shake away the feelings that stuck with him every time he woke up.
Jessica was dead.
He needed to accept that.
Jessica was dead and there was nothing he could do about it.
There was nothing he could do to save her.
And she died because of him.
Just like his mother, he thought.
They died the same way, on the same day, and they were both dear to him. Could he say his mother was dear to him when he never really knew her? When she died, he was just an infant and the only thing he had from her were pictures. Dean could remember her voice, her face, her quircks. He wondered who was the luckiest between them. Dean could remember their mother, know what she was like, but ignorance was also bliss, he certainly suffered from her absence. He did too, to an extent, always wishing he had known her, and he truly felt something was missing in his life because of her death.
"And she died because you were there."
His mother died by the hand of a yellow eyed demon, trying to rescue him.
His girlfriend died exactly twenty-two years later, by the hand of the same monster, because he had ran away from being a hunter.
Sam thought of his father. He could remember all of their fights. He knew John loved him, he'd never doubt that, but he realized he had never really understood him. He had never understood why he was so consumed by revenge, why he was so set against a demon that kept escaping for decades. Until he went through the same tragedy. He could understand his father more now, though he wished he had come to understand him while Jessica would still be alive. The love of his life had been taken away from him in a horrific manner, what kind of person opens someone else's belly while setting fire to his house? Revenge was all he had left from his love story, the last thing he could do for Jessica, because the usual road for Justice wouldn't work with a supernatural being. He had to find this demon and make him pay, so Jessica's memory would be honoured, so her soul could rest in peace, and so he could selfishly still live, without the sharp pain and burn of bitterness knowing that what killed her was still around. His father certainly felt the same way he did, after all, they were made from the same wood and while it cost him to admit it, they were terribly alike.
It was a shame though, that one of the common point they shared was a vendetta.
The End
