Pages of a Life.
A Teen!chester story
Disclaimer: Nope not mine, sigh, just checked again and nope nothing. No money has passed through the empty coffers either.
Author's Note: Sam is 18 and Dean is 22, set before the big fight and Sam goes to Stanford.
CHAPTER TWO
John felt the book slide from his hands as a lone tear finally escaped and trailed down his face, that was something he can fix, he can tell Sam about his mother show him some faded photographs, tell him about when he was born, about Dean's birth, about the happier times.
How could I have wrecked things so badly for my youngest? Dean barely remembers his mother does he feel the same way? He drained the coffee cup and put it on the floor and then stood up suddenly feeling restless, a nervous tension ran through his taut muscles. Carrying Sam's journal tightly against his chest John headed towards the desk just outside Sam's room, 'Sophia I just have to make a couple of phone calls, I'll be right back.'
'No problems John, I'll page you if anything changes.' The young nurse smiled and then glanced at her watch, 'actually it's time to change Sam's dressings, and drain bags so take your time.'
John made his way to the front of the hospital, his mind, body and soul were all numb all except his heart it wasn't just broken it was completely fractured.
'Bobby it's John Winchester.' He spoke into the phone when he heard the gruff and sleepy hello at the other end. 'I need ... I need your help.'
S—D
Extract from the Journal of Sam Winchester:
December 3rd 1997
I am so freaking pissed off, what is it about dad and Dean? They think that I'll roll over and play stupid or what? I did all of the research for this hunt, everything but did this make dad happy? No!! Did it make Dean happy? No!!
What the hell do they want from me anyway? Dad tells me that I'm not training hard enough, my mind isn't in the game and benches me to research. Hey I love it! I'm not complaining at all. Yeah right and then, then he turns around and rags on my research.
I told them, I showed them the research they shut me down and who gets hurt??? Not me! But hey it'll still be my fault coz I should have made them listen to me. What a load of shit. Course I was the one who had to stitch the pair of them up and then listen to them puke. Yeah it's a great life.
January 8th 1998
What did I do to deserve this life? I love Dean he is the best though he is the biggest jerk ever to walk the earth but at least he's here for me.
Dad is a no show yet again, it's so cold here but gotta suck it up I am a Winchester after all.
I tried I really did and yet dad isn't happy with me, what do I have to do to make that man happy with me? I'm not Dean but he wants me to be the perfect soldier just like Dean. I guess at least I've started to actually grow and nearly as tall as Dean now.
March 3rd 1998
So not fair, not my fault I tripped I didn't put the root there, I didn't put that stupid tree there but the way dad ripped into me you think that I planned it perfectly and then to top it off that stupid assed ghost tossed me, again not my fault I was covering dad and Dean. So now, I got a sprained ankle and fractured wrist and the silent treatment from Dad coz I should have paid more attention. Yeah right, how come he didn't rag on Dean when he got tossed by said spook when he wasn't paying attention? I know dad says with work I can get better but how much more do I have to do?.
May 2nd 1998
Dad is actually home for my birthday! WOW it's gonna be a great day.
Life sucks big time, Dean got the impala as a birthday present, Dean got a cool hunting knife the birthday before that, Dean got a leather jacket for another birthday. What did dad give me?
Hmm gee let me think, oh yeah " funds were tight this year son, I'll make it up to you I promise". So I got a card and pizza for dinner. Uncle Bobby sent me a really cool book on Alchemy I love it. Pastor Jim sent me a card with $20 in it, I'm gonna hide it from Dean. We had the pizza for dinner and then Dean took me to the movies so I guess it wasn't too bad in the end, except that he picked the movie.
Dad left me his old leather jacket, it was sitting on the end of my bed when I woke up, guess it was his way of easing guilt. At least it's warm and fits me Guess dad was right about me getting taller as I got older not that I'm gonna tell him that!
August 1st 1998
Hospital sucks, concussion sucks, my life sucks.
Well okay hospital is alright I guess, I met a candy striper named Chelsea she is so nice and pretty gotta make sure that Dean doesn't meet her. Though she's too young for him, she likes to read the same books I read, but I guess if she's too young for Dean does that make her too old for me? Nah means I gotta make sure that they don't meet that's all.
August 7th 1998
Spending a month at U. Bobby's Yard, I love his library. The doctor said that I had to rest so dad dumped me here and took off with Dean. I miss my brother so much I know that I'm just a nuisance for dad. Always getting hurt or doin something clumsy. Not my fault my feet got so big. Uncle Bobby tries he really does but I want my brother. Geeze that makes me sound like a pussy.
Why couldn't Dean stay with me? Then again, he's dad's soldier and I'm just a waste of space. These headaches are killing me make me feel like crap. I want Dean.
December 26th 1998
Christmas was okay this year, dad broke his leg hunting a Wendingo so he has to stay put. We're at P. Jim's dunno what happened but we don't go and see U. Bobby anymore, which sucks big, big time.
P. Jim had a big tree, and had lots of things to do with the church, I think it's one of the best Christmases we've ever had. The three of us are together, that's all I want don't need presents.
Dear mom,
sorry I haven't written for a while but I want to … hope you had a … do you still celebrate Christmas in heaven? I know that you're in heaven are you an angel now?
Dad is so funny with his broken leg, he gets so mad and spluttery especially when the cast makes his leg itch. I think it's the longest we've stayed put for a long time, I love it here at Pastor Jim's. Dean got caught asleep at services yesterday mom, did you see him? So Funny!!!! Dad is planning to leave as soon as his cast comes off but I don't think he'll be able to, he's pretty stubborn mom.
Okay I had better go I can hear dad hollerin' for something,
I'll write again
All my love your son Sam.
S—D
John paced the width of the small two-bed hospital room, Dean was watching the TV above his bed with headphones on so he didn't disturb anyone. John had to chuckle to himself while he watched as Dean bopped his head in time to the music only he could hear his soft giggles though louder than Dean realised burst the bubble of silence and constant beeping of Sam's monitors for John, a brief respite in the cone of silence.
It's been two weeks since someone or something pushed Sam into the path of an oncoming car. Two weeks since Sam was awake, talking and laughing, two weeks since John started reading Sam's journal.
Bobby and Joshua were already investigating the accident, needing to know if it was Supernatural or not. Joshua agreed to come to keep the peace between the two men, neither one willing to give in to each other, both too stubborn for their own good. So Joshua acted as the go-between and hoped each day that Sammy would be the catalyst to bring the two friends back together.
'Dad?' Dean pulled the headphones off and tossed them on the bed, 'yo dad.'
'Huh? Sorry Dean what's wrong?'
'Nuthin' just bored.' Dean yawned and stretched, he hated being confined to bed at the best of times, 'no change?'
'No son, no change,' John fingered the leather-bound book in his jacket pocket, silently wondering if he should say something to Dean but then again, Dean doesn't need to know everything and there's somethings in there that should be just for Sam.
'John, Dean,' Doctor Mitch Milne came into the room with a harried looking nurse behind him. Aged in his late forties, Mitch had worked in the hospital since his first shift as a student doctor and stayed, specialising in Neurosurgery, he could have easily obtained work in any prestigious hospital in the country but he often said that just coz it's a small community hospital doesn't mean that the patients don't have the need for specialists like their city counterparts.
A single father of two grown sons of his own, his wife died in an accident when their youngest son was only a baby, he raised them on his own and often said that they were sent to save his sanity or to cause his insanity he was never sure which. Tall, thin and looking as though he needed a good hot meal Mitch Milne took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. 'We've got Sam's latest test results.'
'And?'
'Why don't we take a seat, and Dean can lie down again.'
'Ah doc but...'
'Off your feet Dean.' Mitch grinned, Dean reminded him so much of his son Trent, 'now.'
'Daaad?' Dean whinged at his father but the look he got back in answer made him put his feet back under the blankets and settle back on his pillows, crossing his arms across his chest he looked like a pouting six year old.
'Anyway Doc you said that you have Sam's results?' John steered the conversation back to the most important subject: Sam.
'Yeah, there's some good news, the swelling on his brain has reduced dramatically,' Mitch started taking a deep breath before he continued systematically working through the list of injuries, 'also as you can see the swelling around his eyes has reduced and his jaw is starting to heal nicely.'
'Why do I hear a but coming?' Dean quipped his voice still tinged with his pouting.
'I am worried about the fact that Sam has yet to show any signs of waking, I spoke to his surgeon and the ICU registrar this morning in our weekly meeting, the drainage tubes have been removed from his chest and his lung sounds are clear, his temperature is slightly elevated but nothing to be worried about, no signs of any infections, his surgical sites are healing nicely. Basically there is nothing that is keeping him from waking, physically speaking that is.'
'So what's stopping him from waking?' John asked casting a worried glance at his youngest, does Sam know that he's reading from the journal? That he's punishing his father for invading his privacy?
'Nothing, really, it's just going to be a matter of time, keep talking to him, and being here for him it all helps.'
John and Dean talked to the doctor for a while longer before the medic had to return to his rounds. While they talked the nurse made note of all of Sam's readings and took his vitals before moving to Dean and recording his blood pressure. She gave him a small wink and pretty smile 'much better Dean.'
'Ah Sharon you're gonna make it go up again leaning in like that.' Dean grinned and wriggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, 'how about a bed bath?'
S—D
John finished eating his burger and tossed his rubbish in the bin before sitting down with Sam's journal, Dean had fallen asleep just after dinner and Sam was still ... well still.
Bobby and Josh put an appearance in when they brought the burgers for dinner, a lean one for Dean with salad, and some fried onions much to his dismay. Though he brightened a little with a slice of cherry pie, they didn't have the heart to tell him that it was a sugar free pie with low-fat pastry.
Before he opened the book, he stood up and went to Sam's bedside, tenderly he stroked his baby son's forehead, brushing errant hairs away, 'come back to us Sammy, we have so much to catch up with, to make up for.' John whispered leaning down close to his son's ear, 'I am so sorry Sammy, sorry for not being there for you, especially not being there for your graduation. I should never have missed that, I've already missed out on so much in your life.' John heaved a heavy sigh, brushed a kiss on Sam's cheek and then went back to recline in the leather chair, stifling a yawn he opened the book, intent on finishing the journal, intent on getting to know his son for the first time in eighteen years.
S—D
Extracts from the Journal of Sam Winchester:
January 1st 1999
New Year's Day and we're sitting in the hospital waiting room, man I've never been so scared as what I was when I saw dad. He looked dead. Dean said that he'll be okay but how can someone look so white be alright? Where's all of his blood? It was a black dog attack and it bit his neck.
So scared what will happen to us if dad dies? Will CPS take me away from Dean?
January 10th 1999
They took me away from my dad and brother coz they said that dad couldn't look after me, I didn't want to go AND they hurt my arm. I thought Dean was gonna kill em. I got a plaster on my right wrist, doctors said it was a hairline fracture but they said it was my fault coz I fought back. I want Dean, I want my Dad.
January 12th 1999
Dean's driving the impala with dad in the back asleep, U. Bobby came and he's driving dad's truck back to the salvage yard. I feel so sick, and my headaches are getting worse, Dean and to break me out of the children's home Dean and dad are my heroes they came and got me, I was so scared I'd never see em again, they told me at the home that they were sending me to a boy's home in another county.
January 24th 1999
Dean's birthday, and it's just me and Dean so I planned something for him. I know it's not much but I think Dean'll like it. I made his card, bit lame I know but I spent all of my money on his present, I got him Metallica's new album in cassette so he can listen to it in the car. I was hoping that dad might have made it back but doesn't matter.
My headaches are still there, I don't want Dean to worry coz then he'd find out what happened in that home.
Dad's home! Yay that means Dean won't keep asking me questions. Wish I could get rid of the plaster, it itches like mad.
February 27th 1999
Gee didn't realise how long it's been since I wrote in here. Dad's been around a lot lately not sure what's going on. He found an apartment for us to live in, it's not so bad the neighbours are nice. Especially Mrs Arnott across the hall she makes awesome cookies. My wrist still aches but I don't want to worry dad or Dean they've been so cool lately.
March 19th 1999
Dad said that we can stay till the end of the school year, I think it has to do with that Mrs Arnott, she's pretty friendly with dad and offers to sit with me when they're out working. Hmm wonder if he told her what he does for a living? The real job.
I don't mind Mrs Arnott, she's pretty and smart and she makes dad laugh.
June 4th 1999
Dad said we're leaving, as soon as our last classes finish, dunno what happened but he's not letting Dean talk him into staying any longer than necessary. Dad and Dean are having a big argument but as usual I'm too young to be included. Jerks!!
November 2nd 1999
I caused another explosion tonight, now dad's pissed at me and Dean won't look at me, all I wanted to know is what happened to Mom, it's her anniversary today and I wanted to know exactly how she died. I know it had to do with fire and something supernatural but dad and Dean are clamming up on me. I hate this I have a right to know she's my mom too.
Dear Mom
Sorry I stopped writing to you, it's not that I don't love you anymore it's just, well it hurts coz I don't know what happened but I know that it's my fault. You died coz of me, sometimes I dream of you burning on the ceiling above me and I can't help you. I try to hide my dreams from dad and Dean but well Dean always knows.
He's pretty awesome as a big brother most of the time, he sat up with me last night after my dream. I keep seeing this weird face with yellow eyes and can hear em laughing at me.
I feel like such a freak mom, like I don't belong, dad and Dean are happy together and well I just don't belong. I do good research dad tells me that all the time, I'm the best that he's ever seen but Dean's the better hunter and fighter. Sigh, am I a freak or what???
I met a girl the other day mom but well what's the point of getting to know her? I mean we'll move before I can get up enough courage to ask her out. I dunno how Dean does it.
Speaking of Dean he's hollering, dinner time maybe he's talking to me again?? Maybe dad? Anyway I love you mom and I'll never forget you or your anniversary.
All of my love Sam.
November 30th 1999
Back at P. Jim's, (SIGH) dad's gone off his freaking head I'm sure of it, now I'm not allowed to go on anymore hunts until get this ... until I shape up! I'm a liability though I knew that he didn't want me to hear that bit! Shoulda seen his face when he saw me standing there, it would have been funny if I wasn't so pissed. I'll give him a freaking liability! He can do his own research, I have to study anyway.
December 15th 1999
It has been 10 days since we heard from dad and Dean, P. Jim says not to worry that they'll be okay but damn I can't help it. What if something happened to them? What if the last words I said to dad was I hate you? What if Dean is gone?
I want Dean, I don't care if it makes me sound like a pussy, I don't care!!
December 18th 1999
P. Jim rang U. Bobby, now I know he's more than worried, God I can't believe dad, he drags Dean off without telling anybody anything, no phone calls nothing and calls me a freaking liability. FUCK I hate him right now. I just want them home safe.
December 23rd 1999
U. Bobby found em. Gave dad an ear full and walked out but he came here and told me and P. Jim. Dad's fine the bastard, Dean's in hospital he nearly died!!!
Dean nearly died and that man didn't let me know!!! They said that Dean was taken by some sort of Voodoo priestess and was missing for 3 days. What is wrong with dad?
December 25th 1999
They're home, I dunno whether to cry or to yell at them. Dean looks really bad, he's asleep in his bed, I'm watching him while I write this. Dad and P. Jim are talking downstairs, I don't want to hear what he has to say. Dean's so pale and thin, he hardly stays awake and when he is he has this funny look in his eyes. He hasn't said anything to me but that's okay I got my brother home. Merry Christmas!!
S—D
John let the tears fall he remembered that Christmas so clearly, replaying it in his mind how can he ever explain to Sam exactly what happened and why he couldn't tell anyone what happened and why.
He still had nightmares about the day he found Dean, strapped down on an altar, a dullness to his eyes that made John think he was too late and Dean was already dead. He took him to a Cajun healer first and then to a hospital where Bobby tracked them down. It took so long for Dean to fully come back to them, every so often he'd have that faraway dull look in his eyes, and John's heart would skip a beat.
That priestess always said that she was gonna come back for Dean, one day and John wouldn't be able to stop her. He should have gone back and killed her but by the time he got Dean help it was too late and she had disappeared.
Swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand he turned and saw his son watching him, deep green eyes fixed and staring at the spectacle John was making. 'Dad what is it? What's wrong? Is it Sam?'
'No, no there's no change,' John sniffled crossing the room to sit on the edge of Dean's bed, 'just remembering stuff is all.'
'Dad? You're scaring me.'
'Just got to thinking about the ... how the hunt has affected you, your brother he hated me for a long time there.'
'No, no he didn't dad he just didn't understand.'
'Christmas 1999, when you nearly died from the voodoo priestess' attack, Sam hated me so much then I don't know what would have happened if ...'
'Yeah but he got over it dad, he doesn't really hate you. He was scared that's all.'
John shook his head sadly, 'I don't think he's ever really forgiven me for putting you in so much danger.'
'Nah, he can get a bit stubborn but ... we both love ya dad.' Dean blinked furiously and turned his gaze over to his wayward brother, 'ya shoulda seen him at the graduation ceremony dad. He looked like he owned the place, he was so good, everyone shut up and listened to him and I dunno it was like seeing him in a different life, a different future.'
'Not hunting?'
'Well maybe it's when the demon's dead and we've kicked all of the supernatural arses back to hell.'
'Perhaps, he was good was he?'
'Damn dad, and his speech ... it was brilliant dad.'
John nodded his head sadly 'you're right Dean I should have been there.'
'I kept a copy of his speech dad,' Dean said reaching over to the cabinet next to the bed, 'I thought ...'
'Thanks Dean.' John took the pages from his son with a shaking hand when a soft moan from the other bed snagged their attention.
'Sammy?' Dean breathed, 'dad is he?'
'Sam?' John hurried to the other bed and leant down over Sam, his fingers ghosting over the pasty white features, 'Sammy?'
'Dad?' Dean appeared on the other side of Sam's bed, his entire body shivering with fear, excitement and chill.
'Dammit Dean.' John growled softly grabbing the robe from the back of the door and wrapped it around his son's shoulders.
'He moved dad.' Dean jutted his chin in the direction of Sam, his gaze fixed on the long tapered fingers as once again a tiny movement flittered through them.
A tiny crease formed between Sam's eyes and another moan slipped from his lips, as though he was finally registering pain, John grabbed the call button and pressed it continuously until Sharon came running in.
'What is it?' She gasped breathlessly, 'I was with another patient.'
'Sam's moved and he's moaning I think he's in pain.' John said without lifting his gaze from his youngest's face.
'Pain?' Sharon blinked and then shook herself slightly, 'I need to check Sam's vitals.'
'Dean back to bed.'
'Nuhhuh dad.'
'Then in the chair now.' John ordered, safely tucking the copy of Sam's speech in his pocket with the journal. Dean grumbled under his breath but gratefully sank into the leather chair, he was exhausted even though he had done nothing for so long.
Sharon moved around Sam's bed, making note of the readouts and numbers on the screens and then took his temperature, blood pressure and pulse, checked the OX clip and oxygen levels, 'I'm going to page Doctor Milne he's on duty tonight.'
'Sharon?'
'Sam's showing signs of waking but I think you're right about him exhibiting outward signs of pain.' Sharon gave the weary father and son a small encouraging smile, 'I'll be right back.'
S—D
Over the next two days Sam showed definite signs of waking though it still seemed a long way off. Every so often, his fingers flicked and fretted the blankets beneath them, or a soft moan escaped from his lips, or his eyes moved rapidly under the thin lids, though that was it.
Dean returned to his own bed, a heavy cloud of depression started to hang over him, he hardly ate now, only spoke when asked a question and wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. He just lay on his side and watched his brother.
Bobby and Joshua came in to visit every day, they were still following leads as to who had done this and why, why Sam and why on his graduation day? Pastor Jim arrived after taking a sabbatical from the church to be with the Winchesters, taking it upon himself to find them a small residence instead of various motels and hotels. The two bedroom apartment was only three blocks away from the hospital and gave the hunters a base of operations as well as somewhere for John to rest.
Life seemed to coast along, slowly, ever so slowly with Sam setting the pace for the way the others led their lives.
John finally left the hospital room for a shower and rest, leaving Joshua sitting with the boys, reluctantly he agreed that he needed a break and went back to the apartment. For the first time in weeks he enjoyed a long hot shower, two hours solid sleep and a hot meal, feeling refreshed and almost human again he went back to the hospital to relieve Josh. Bobby kept his distance while John was at the apartment, preferring to continue following a potential lead, not wanting to say anything until he had definite results but it looked as though he was finally on the right track.
S—D
Stretching John took his usual post on the leather chair between the beds of the two boys, although Dean's blood pressure was back to within normal ranges, the doctor spoke to John and suggested in letting Dean remain in the hospital room, for monitoring. Initially John balked at the idea, already worried with the cost of Sam's medical bills when he was floored with the news that someone was covering all costs. Still reeling of the news about a generous benefactor; John dropped his head down to rest on his hands and once again let the tears flow. After weeping himself dry he sat up and glanced over at the still sleeping Dean, and then at Sam before he went back to Sam's journal.
S—D
Extracts from the Journal of Sam Winchester:
January 24th 2000
Dean's 21st, wow he's survived to 21 I dunno how he did it. I gave Dean a beaded bracelet, it had little skulls on it but it was also a protection amulet for him, just like the pendant I gave him for Christmas that year. He said he loved it and I hope he does, Dean's still not quite the same since that voodoo lady got him. sometimes I see him just zone out and stare into space like he's listening to something or can see something no one else can.
Dad gave Dean his pearl-handled glock and it made me feel like I was a bit of a cheapskate with the bracelet but Dean said he really did love it. Tomorrow we have to pack up and go to Wyoming apparently there's something killing and mutilating the cows there. But tonight is Dean's night I thought that he would want to take out Cheryl his new girlfriend for the week but he took me out to the movies and ice cream instead, Dean is awesome. Dad stayed home and did research, when we got back he let Dean have a drink with him and we played cards until it was time to go to bed.
Feels good to have my family back.
March 4th 2000
Second new school this semester, I hate it how am I gonna graduate next year? Dean says not to worry coz I get straight 'A's but it's so hard keeping it all together, researching full time and hunting with dad and Dean. Amanda West wants me to go to a party with her next Saturday but I'll have to say no, there's on chance of going on a date when dad is in full on hunt mode. I just feel so lonely at times.
May 2nd 2000
My 17th birthday, sigh dad and Dean are on their way back, I got stuck home with a throat infection they said that they'll be here to help me celebrate. Just so lonely I miss Dean. I can hear a noise downstairs, maybe it's them.
May 30th 2000
So in regards to my last entry, it wasn't dad or Dean, some prick decided to break into our place. As if we have anything worth stealing. Coz my throat infection made me feel so crappy and I couldn't hear properly, the dude got the jump on me, some great big hunter I am. I sneezed and coughed him into submission! Hehehe. Dad and Dean came home just in time or I think I'd be writing this journal six feet under.
At least I know I got a good knee in the guys junk before he got me good, at least no concussion this time.
June 1st 2000
So another school year comes to an end, fuck I graduate next year, only 12th grade to go and then dad'll want me to join the family business with him and Dean. but what if I don't want to go? What if I want to go to college? Have a life away from hunting?
Dean says I'm a pussy and calls me Samantha but ah shit I dunno what I want.
I loved Dean and dad but I want to be someone other than Dean's kid brother and dad's baby boy. God I hate it when he calls me that.
September 10th 2000
I love my school I wonder if dad'll let me stay here until I graduate? This is a pretty cool place to live. I don't have friends though outside school. I've learnt the hard way not to make good friends, I think that I'm destined to be on my own. So I guess I had better get used to the loneliness coz it's gonna be with me a helluva long time.
November 2nd 2000
Dear mom,
I dunno if I should say happy anniversary or what but I just wanted to let you know that I still love you and am thinking of you all of the time. Umm I'm in grade 12 now, and doing okay well better than okay I love senior year, am doing a short course in Law and Ethics it's fantastic. I met this girl Monica she's really nice mom but she doesn't even know I exist.
Dean's doing okay he even got a part time job as a mechanic and dad comes and goes but it well life feels stable for a while. It's weird but dad seems almost happy don't get me wrong mom but I don't think it's life here with me and Dean making dad so happy. Hell he even praised me the other day doing he exorcism. I gotta go mom it's my turn to cook dinner.
I'll write again soon, love you mom
Your loving son Sam.
December 20th 2000
I have saved enough money this year to buy Dean and dad some presents, this is gonna be a totally awesome Christmas, we've managed to stay in one place for nearly a year. WOW!!! So what do ya get two hunters? I know Dean would love a year's subscription to Busty Asian Women and he thinks I don't know about his stash! Of course I only read them for the articles.
January 24th 2001
Well it's Dean's birthday and the ass-wipe got himself all banged up again, so I decided instead of a present I'll be his slave for the day. Note to self, next time I suggest that, kick myself hard!!
I am so freaking tired!!! How many glasses of water can a person drink????
April 28th 2001
Finals are nearly over and we're getting organised for the graduation, I can't believe it, I'm graduating high school. How can I let dad know that I'm looking into colleges? That I have already had some good responses from places like Stanford and Yale. Amazing.
June 3rd 2001
I still can't believe Dean managed to talk dad into letting us stay until the ceremony, I will find out the deal Dean made coz dad wouldn't have just caved that easily.
Man I hope that my speech is okay, it's taken forever to write it.
Damn I gotta go Dean's yellin' for me, I'll finish this later ...
S—D
John read Sam's last entry and then closed the book running his fingertips over the soft leather cover, with a heavy heart he pulled the copy of Sam's speech out and started to read it, suddenly needing to know exactly what his baby boy said.
S—D
Extracts of the Valedictorian Speech by Sam Winchester:
...family is more than just blood relations, family is communication, love, understanding, fighting, punishments and praise. As seniors in the year 2001 we are about to go out and make our mark in the world. To create our own families and networks ...
We need to create a world free of evil and horror, where our children and their children can grow happily and safely, we need to take responsibility for what we do now to the world we live in ...
And in conclusion, I want to thank my family, my dad and my brother, my extended family blood or not, they have all helped me become the person I am today and who I know I will become. Sacrifice is not hardship, is not going without, it is knowing what to do for family without hesitation, no matter what. Our future is waiting for us, our future, freedom, and family.
TBC