A/N: I own nothing Supernatural. This one's been kicking around in my head for awhile. I hope you enjoy it! I always like hearing from you guys!
PREFACE:
My plan went off without a hitch. "Supernatural The Musical" was born and brought him here. He had no idea how much effort (Pushing) I had to do to make it happen! Convincing (Pushing) Marie that it was her baby, her idea, and that she was the star behind it all, and I was only her tea-toting, note-taking shadow. The amount of energy (Pushing) I had invested had exhausted me, but it was totally worth it, because I met my father. I heard his voice and watched him work. I white-knuckled my clipboard to my chest when he spoke to me directly, asking me if I could show him around. And that was it (I thought).
I just wanted to see him, one time. I knew he wouldn't want me, he couldn't want me – especially with my freakish ability. I knew what he did – he and my Uncle Dean. I knew better than anyone about his life, and his life had no room for me, and that was okay. Just one meeting. Just one look.
The tale I wove to bring him to the show played out before me exactly the way I expected and wanted it to. Except…
… Except I made a mistake. A huge one. I rarely make mistakes, but this one made up for them all. My overinflated ego, while basking in my success, was my downfall. I didn't anticipate they hadn't eaten all day and how hungry they were. We never would have crossed paths again, if I just would have thought. I was so used to Pushing thoughts into other people's heads, that I forgot to use my own brain for my own situation.
Their need for burgers and salad was my undoing. The perfect plan (MY perfect plan) unraveled due to bad timing, and the only diner within twenty miles of when they left me. Shit. After all that hard work, we all ended up in the same place at the same time. That was definitely NOT in my plan.
A/N: Hope you like this little nugget! For those of you mathematically inclined, Sam was 17 when he became a dad.