I'm still not Erik Kripke. No Supernatural ownership here. Not Beta'd and thanks for the reviews and enjoy Reading. –Jess
Adam sat on his bed watching his new friend look around his room. He watched as the boy with the small frame took in his pictures and memories, and he just smiled. Sam was looking at a particularly funny photo; Adam was wearing a party hat with cake smeared on his face.
"That was from my fifth birthday. I had just tried to eat a piece of cake when my dad startled me by yelling boo. He always tries to do stuff like that."
"Hmm… We don't really celebrate too much at my house. We have special dinner once in a while but that's about it." Sam said with a wistful sigh.
He really did want to celebrate like other families, but they never had the chance. His father tried his best and he appreciated every bit of it, it's just sometimes he wanted to be normal.
Life is never fair.
"Well that's pretty cool. I hate celebrating as much as we do." His friend tried to comfort Sam
"Heh, I suppose… So do you want to play some video games?" Sam changed the subject
"Sure, I got Resident Evil 2; we could take turns if you want."
"Alright. I have played it yet."
"Aw man it's awesome! You shoot these zombies, and run around collecting items. Of course there's a plot, oh and you get to use these really sweet guns!"
"Sounds like something I'd be really good at."
"Well let's see."
Adam was sure he would be better at the game, but he had no idea how wrong he was.
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An hour and a half later Sam was thoroughly amused. The game was ridiculously easy, but only because he'd been trained not to flinch and aim quickly. His friend Adam was disappointed though. He thought he would have been able to show off his skill, it wasn't like he was bad or anything, but for a beginner Sam was showing him up.
"So are you sure you've never played this before?"
"Positive. It's really fun though."
They played for about ten more minutes when Adam's mom shouted to them dinner was ready. After putting the game away they raced down the stairs, the taller boy was first into the kitchen.
"Alright boys, settle down. Your father is in the dinning room, go ahead and go in. I just have to get the rolls out."
"Okay mom. Come on Sam." Adam said once again leading Sam into a separate part of the house.
This is so surreal. I can not imagine doing this every night.
When the duo made it into the dinning room, Sam saw Adam's father. He was a tall man with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a generic face. Sam didn't really see anything besides the height that his friend inherited from this man.
"Ah, you must be Sam. My son said he might bring a friend home tonight. I do hope you enjoy Tuna, because my wife prepares it wonderfully."
"Oh hush, Michael. Sam, Adam, go ahead and sit down." Adam's mom said coming in with a basket of rolls
Doing as he was told he sat beside Adam across from Michael. Sam thought the way his friend's father talked was odd, he'd never really heard people speak that way before.
"Well Sam, my son didn't really tell me much about you. Do you have family in town?"
"Eh, no not really, it's just me, my brother, and my dad." Mrs. Cooper scooped out some of the dish onto his plate
"Oh that's too bad. My husband left behind family when we moved too."
"Sarah, he doesn't want to hear about boring stuff like that. I'm sure he'd like to know about Adam's old high school career though." Michael interrupted the woman's ramblings
"Dad, I already told him about basketball. I didn't really do much else." For a sixteen year old boy it came out a bit petulant
"I wasn't talking about basketball. I was talking about your debate team. He would have made the Academic Decathlon team if it hadn't of been for his math grade, I still blame that no good sport for taking your attention away from your studies." The father ranted
"Dad, it's not important. We don't need to talk about it."
There were a few minutes of silence before anyone spoke.
"So Sam, are you involved in any extracurricular activities?" Sarah asked genuinely curious
Sam quickly swallowed the food he'd been eating to answer the odd question.
"No ma'am. I was involved in soccer a few years back and the debate team two years ago."
"Debate is a respectable thing. I was captain my last two years in high school, went to Nationals each time."
"Mom, Dad, leave him alone. Ask him something normal like, what kind of movies he like to watch or something." Adam tried to divert the attention away from Sam's schooling
"Well boy, what movies do you like?"
"Uh… I like horror movies I guess, action too, Sir."
The awkward questions lasted until the end of dinner.
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The dinner lasted for about an hour. Sam pulled his sleeve back to look at the time it was about seven o'clock. As Adam led him upstairs he thought of how long it would take to walk home. He lived about two miles away so he'd have to leave in thirty minutes to make home on time.
"Hey Adam, I'm going to have to leave pretty soon, since I have to walk home."
"Alright, want to finish up that segment in Resident Evil before you go? At the rate you've been breezing through, it'll be no trouble." Adam tried wanting his new friend to stay as long as possible
"Sure, there should be enough time to do that."
Sam reasoned it out. There should be enough time. Grabbing the controller, he quickly lost himself in the action and his friends chants of "Over there, no there!" and "Oh man! You totally nailed him!"
As the next save point came up he totally forgot about stopping, Adam who was also caught up never mentioned a thing. Few saves later Sam finally realized it was getting dark out. He looked to the clock he'd noticed hanging earlier and 8:27 is what it read out.
"Shit! I gotta go, sorry about running out, but I have to go before my dad gets home!" Sam shouted running around gathering his shoes
"Its okay man and your dad's not home yet? He gone often?"
Sam had to stop a moment to get out an appropriate response.
"Oh uh, only when he has a job to do, but he only had to pick something up out of town today."
"Oh okay, well if ever does any over nights, you can probably stay here."
"Yeah, sure whatever, I really have to get going though. My dad will be spitting razors if I'm late."
Sam started out of the room Adam following close behind. At the bottom of the stairs Sam met Mr. and Mrs. Cooper.
"We were just about to come and tell you it's past eight. Adam told us you had to be home by then, we would have come up sooner, but we'd just noticed ourselves." Mrs. Cooper said kindly
"Oh well thank you anyways, and thank you for dinner and the invitation. I hope I wasn't too much of a bother." Sam's manners blasting out
"No problem at all boy, maybe next time you can stay longer."
"Thank you Sir, bye Adam. I'll see you Monday." Sam called out walking through the front door.
He made it to the street before a hand clamped onto his shoulder. He turned quickly slapping the hand from his shoulder.
What the hell?
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Dean was certainly aware of the fact that his little brother was not in the house. He was also ware of the fact his father was aware of this fact, and was starting to get worried.
"Dean, your brother say where he was going?"
"No Sir just that he was going to his friend's. I didn't even bother to ask about where it was. I should have asked if he's in trouble it's my fault." The son's response was regretful
"No it's not dean. I should have asked about it. I remember all those Stranger Danger lessons I gave. I thought maybe they'd stuck."
Remembering back to when his son was very young and he had to teach him about the dangers of unknown people.
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"Daddy look, that man has a dog! Can I go pet it?" Sammy didn't even wait for a response
The four year old was fast for his age and was half way to the man before John caught up. John's heart was hammering in his chest. He knew the man wouldn't take his son from him, but the fact his little Sammy was willing to go up to a total stranger before even thinking about it.
"Sammy! You know better than to go up to strangers. What if that man had been bad?"
"I.. I just.. I just wanted to pet the doggy. Are doggies bad Daddy?" Sam eyes welled with unshed tears at the idea of it
"No Sammy, I'm not saying that. I just want you to think things through. What do I always tell you about strangers?"
"Strangers are just demons we haven't killed yet."
John was laughing at the way it sounded coming from the small child's mouth.
Too bad Dean's not here, he would love to hear this.
"Yes Sammy that's right. You have to treat strangers as if they were demons until they prove themselves."
"Yes Sir, I pr..promise not to talk to strangers unless they show no signs of prosession." The little kids words endearing from the mistakes
"That's a good boy. Now let's see if that man will let you pet his dog."
The little boy smiled up at his father full of joy at the prospect of petting the animal.
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The sound of a car on the street pulled their attention to the window. A sleek black car pulled into the driveway.
"Dean, you know anyone that drives that kind of car?"
Dean shook his head, showing he knew of no one. Looking back to the window the Winchesters saw the passenger door open. It was too dark to see anything distinguishing about the person, but they were leaned into the car. The person finally straighten up swinging a pack onto it's shoulder.
They realized it was Sam as soon as they saw him walk. He walked with the natural grace of a hunter, but with the awkwardness of a teenager growing. He made his way through the yard, reaching the door he knew his brother and father were home. He had the feeling that this was going to be bad. Opening the door, he was pulled into the house by his brother.
"Dean! What the hell?"
"Hush Sammy." Was all he got
He immediately shut up knowing that tone.
"Sam, I thought I told you to be home at eight, it is now eight forty-five. Where have you been? And who was it that drove you home." John lashed out
"I know you told me to be home at eight, but I got caught up in this thing… But then I left and my friend's dad caught up with me at the street. He offered me a ride home. I thought it might be quicker if I didn't walk so I accepted. I had to wait for him to find his keys though, that's what took a while."
John looked at his son. Arms folded over his chest, unknowingly mimicking his oldest son's actions.
"What thing were you caught up in?"
He only received a mumbled answer; he turned his stare intensity up a notch.
"I was playing a video game with Adam."
What?
"You what, you were playing a flipping video game while we were worried about where you were!" Dean shouted at his brother, voicing his father's thoughts
Sam only flinched. He was disappointed in his lack of ability to be on time for anything lately.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
"It doesn't matter Sammy. You are going to be training until you pass out, you got that? No complaining, no grouching, no nothing." John's stern voice let out
"But Dad, I!"
"No Sam. It's not negotiable. Get down stairs right now before I think of something worse."
Sam just glared at his family, and stalked off towards the basement.
As soon as Sam had disappeared John let out a sigh.
"What am I going to do with him? He knows what's out there, and he has to listen to me or else he won't be safe."
"It'll be okay Dad."
"I don't know if it will, he hasn't shown that's he's been listening. Hell, he got into a car with an adult who I haven't met, I've told him to never do that! He'll just have to learn how to."
John was pacing wound while talking, and he suddenly stopped.
He just has to learn, it's for the best.
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