A Letter to Home
Disclaimer: Neither Sam nor Supernatural are in anyway mine (unfortunately) – see E. Kripke and CW for ownership details.
Summary: Sam writes a short letter to post to Dean just before Christmas.
Rating: A few mild curses
Author's Note: I apologise in advance. I was in a 'Whoops, there goes Dean, broken again!' kind of mood when I (or should I say Sam) wrote the next two letters. It was Sam who broke him – not me - Honest! I would like to reassure all readers, that all damage is purely emotional and Dean did not suffer any actual physical harm during the writing of this part of the story (no, not even a paper-cut when he opened the envelope). I also have every intention of going at least part way towards mending him before I finish this fic. Can I ever be forgiven? Please review and let me know!
Happy Christmas Dean
I can't believe I've been here so long, over a year now. Thanks ever so much for the money you've sent, it is much appreciated but don't feel you have to. I know how tight money is for you, I don't expect it but am grateful. I'm sorry I haven't written in ages but you know how it is, everything is always so hectic and I've been keeping busy in ways you would approve of as well as ways you would find tedious.
The amount of work never ceases to amaze me, but I'm managing to come out on top of it all. I'm still hanging on to that job in the library which helps with the bills. I've moved out into an apartment – it's weird, in a good way, having something that I can actually describe using the words 'my' and 'home'. I also have a girlfriend, Jessica. We share the apartment. Things are going well, we are settling in together fine.
I've been getting out more too. Jess loves a night out, she likes to go to parties or out to see friends so we're often out and about. You know I even enjoy it. Don't be too shocked, it is still me, I only go out when I'm up to date with my assignments. At times, Jess is disgusted with me, she said only the other day, that the lecturers expect all students to ask for an extension at some point and that I haven't asked for any so it's about time I did.
Thanks for the postcards. You don't say much on them so I hope things are going okay for you and Dad. You never mention coming to visit any more and you still haven't been. It would probably be awkward now if you did anyway, what with Jess and everything. It's not like I've been able to explain what you and Dad do. It seems like a different life as well as a lifetime ago that I was with you. I do still worry about you though but you know I don't miss the constant moving or the hunting. When you don't send a postcard in ages, I worry that something has happened to you – it's good to know that you are still fine.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to speak the last few times you phoned. Like I said, always rushing here and there, lectures, work, Jess. You know how it is. I'll try and call you over Christmas. I'm going to Jess' parents for the holiday. I'm quite nervous about it. Family holidays, they were never really something we did in a big way were they. Family anything really…
Anyway, I hope you stay well.
Keep writing and keep well.
Sam