Haven't done one of these in a long time, but couldn't resist today. The two pieces combined are 300 words exactly. Happy Mother's Day!
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jody. It's Sam. I um...I just wanted to call…"
"You ok, sweetie?"
"Yeah, I just, I've never…" Sam bit his lip, took a deep breath.
"Sam?"
"Happy Mother's Day, Jody," Sam blurted out.
He heard Jody take a breath on the other end. "Thank you, Sam. That's very sweet of you."
"Well, I mean it. Happy Mother's Day."
"You doin' ok?"
A tear leaked out of Sam's eye, rolling slowly down his cheek. "Yeah, I'm good," he lied. "I just thought you deserved to have someone call and wish you a happy Mother's Day. Since you're the best Mom I know."
More silence on the other end, then the vague sound of a sniffle. "You take care, ok, Sam? And thanks for calling."
"Bye, Jody," he whispered, disconnecting the call.
Sam stared at the wall of his bedroom for a long time afterwards.
He got up very, very early, before six a.m., left the Bunker quietly, and found a twenty-four hour Walmart along the way. The flowers weren't the best quality, and that annoyed him, as did the store manager when Dean asked if there were any better bouquets stashed somewhere in the back.
The mark on his arm burned with his anger, but he squashed it down, ignoring the sarcastic this ain't FTD comment.
It was after nine when Dean pulled the Impala into the graveyard, parked, and walked out to the stone.
He was surprised by how clean the ground around the tombstone was, and by the fresh lily sitting there. He wondered who'd left it.
Probably Missouri.
"Hi Mom," he said quietly, sinking to his knees in front of the stone. "Happy Mother's Day."
Dean laid the flowers down, scowling at the brown edge on one of the white roses.
"I miss you."