I don't think my mom ever forgave me for leaving that night.
Don't worry, she's still speaking to me (I AM still a teenager, here, so she kinda has to), but I don't think she'll ever forgive my Uncle Sam, either. See, the scene that followed the approval of my departure with my Uncle was also one of the worst confrontations I've ever had with her. She, it pretty much goes without saying (yet here I am saying it) didn't want me to go.
Without giving you the gory details involving the 'he said, she said', I'll simply give you the abridged version:
Mother says I'm forbidden to leave.
I say something like bite me (though I'm not stupid enough to say exactly that to her face…..she'd kill me)
She tells me I'm taking a path I don't fully understand.
I tell her to explain it then.
"Your father isn't with us anymore, Dean." I scoffed at her words, thinking it an understatement. "Not with us as in no longer here on Earth."
If that doesn't kill a boyhood dream of meeting my dad, then I don't know what does…….and that's how I ended up in the impala next to my uncle, driving off. I didn't want to believe he was dead. I couldn't believe Dean Winchester Sr. was dead.
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I don't mean to give you a bad image of my mother, I truly don't. She's a strong woman, does what her mind is set to do, but I've known her my whole life. My father…..well, if I'm going by the image they gave me when I was a kid, seemed like a knight. One of the ones from King Arthur, ya know? Ones that slayed dragons and stuff.
Or maybe I made that up.
A kid has to have some allusions about a departed parent.
Point is, I haven't known him my whole life, and now it didn't seem much like I would….except I remember all too well the strange conversation that happened between my mother and uncle. I hadn't thought much on it before, but spending two long days just sitting in the front seat with only music softly playing for background effect to entertain….well, you start thinking to keep yourself amused.
(and none of the music had been made after the 70's. Come on. Seriously, Uncle Sam)
What stuck out for me was how Sam kept calling my mom Chase. Her name is Diane….whats this Chase crap? That's a dude's name. Not the point, but I was bored; you notice these things.
Anyhow, next strange point: my mother mentioned raising the dead. At first I'd thought she'd meant bringing up the past, ya know? But after she told me he was dead, I began to wonder. There was just so much that had been kept from me I felt like I was beginning to go insane.
"How'd my dad die?" I asked, breaking the silence.
My uncle shifted in his seat. "His life was taken from him."
"So he was murdered?"
"Something like that."
I pondered this for only a second. "So….then what are we doing?"
Sam just looked over at me, and pressed his foot harder on the gas.