A/N: This is the whole reason second grade is so late. It's 122 words, and it took me a lot longer than it should have. There's an introduction that I wrote, but it made it too long, even though it is very Sam. I hope that this chapter is good enough to warrant the amount of time I spent on it.
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Second Grade (School Year of 1990-1991)
Weekend in Wisconsin, by Sam Winchester
We were in Wisconsin. Dad works in Wisconsin alot. He had a job in a town a few towns away from the town we were staying in. I was watching TV when Dad left. He gave Dean the same instructions he had been giving him all day long. Dad kissed me on the top of my head and told me "Be good for your brother Sammy." Then he was out the door.
It was a fun weekend until Sunday because me and Dean were getting antsy and were, like Dad says, "biting each others' heads off." Dean put me to bed on Sunday night, which was the night Dad said he would get back and the night he did get back. I heard Dean go out even though it was against the rules. Dean breaks the rules sometimes even Dad's rules sometimes. Mostly because he says they're usually just suggestions. Like chewing gum in school. After he locked the door behind him, I fell asleep. It felt like two seconds later when I heard a loud bang and Dad shouting. He wasn't shouting at me. He was shouting at Dean. Probably for breaking the rules. I was still tired so I couldn't hear very well or see very well or breathe very well. My head hurt a little too. Like when you run for too long with not enough water. Dad grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He was shaking and cold and he kept his fingers running through my hair. "Sammy? Sammy? Are you all right? Are you okay?" He put my head right against his chest and his heart was going a million miles an hour like he was scared only Dad doesn't get scared. He wouldn't let go of my head. I tried to ask what was happening but Dad ignored me. His heart was still beating fast and heart was still beating fast and his hands were still shaking. Then Dad asked "what happened?" but not to me. He asked Dean. "I just went out," answered Dean. Dad's heart beat faster and he hugged me closer. "What?" he asked really angry and scared only dad doesn't get scared. Then Dad started to yell at Dean for a little, and we sat there for a little bit and I started to cry because I was scared. Dad picked me up and dumped me in the car. Dean came in a few seconds later with my stuff and his stuff and didn't say anything and put our stuff in between us so I couldn't sit next to him. Then Dad got in the car too and he didn't say anything either. He was scared only Dad doesn't get scared. I kept asking what happened and where we were going but no one would tell me anything, except once Dad yelled and said, "Shut up, Sam!" He was driving really fast like he was running away from someone and muttering like he does when he's upset and saying lots of bad words and Dean wouldn't say anything. Dad might have been crying. That was really scary because Dad doesn't ever was saying my name a lot.
He drove us to Pastor Jim's and got out of the car without us and had a loud discussion with Pastor Jim who didn't say anything either. Everyone was being really quiet except for Dad. Pastor Jim and Dad walked over to the car. Dad was mostly just angry now. He was yelling a lot and Pastor Jim, who doesn't get angry, was talking quietly to him. Dad wrenched open the car door and shouted, "Get out!" Dean nodded and gabbed our bags. I climbed out after him and Dad slammed our door and climbed in the car and drove away. "Where's Dad going?" I asked but Pastor Jim didn't answer. "Go inside and go to bed, boys," he said instead. Dean and I went upstairs to our where we always stayed when we went to Pastor Jim's. "Is Dad okay Dean?" I asked. Dean shrugged. Dean hadn't said anything since Wisconsin. I was starting to become very very afraid. "What's going on Dean?" asked instead. "Where's Dad?" Dean turned to look at me. "Go to sleep Sammy." Dean turned off the light and went to sleep which meant we were all going to die.