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Family Orientation (3/?) - Supernatural
Title: Family orientation (3/?)
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jebbypal
rating: everyone
Summary: Everyone else had family at Stanford's convocation. Sam never expected anyone to show up for him.
Author notes: Thanks todeathisyourart for giving me feedback on this section.
1 / 2
During the drive home to Saratoga, Sheila manages to finally breathe again. All the way to Stanford, she’d been convinced that the private investigator had been wrong, and that this Sam Winchester would not be her Sam Winchester. He’d been so small when John had taken him and Dean away, but the cheeks, and that smile, were the same as they’d ever been.
Polite too, at least until he was convinced that she was crazy, a stalker, or worse. Who’d have thought that the son the Marines turned into a foul tempered and surly man would manage to raise such a polite boy.
And smart! Not just people and machine smart like John was, no, book smart. Sam must have gotten that from Mary (possibly the politeness came from her genes too). A full ride to a college like Stanford took something special. Tears blur her vision when she thinks of all the things she’s missed while that intelligence developed. She’d give almost anything to have fostered a little of it beyond teaching him that baba did not in fact describe every single object in the world that he wanted to get his hands on (Dean’s fault really. The boy would give Sam anything that he pointed at, so the child never dreamed there was another word beyond baba for the longest time).
All the things she and Frank missed out on make her fingers tighten painfully on the steering wheel. If she knew where that son of hers was, she’d tan his hide. Over fifteen years with nary a letter, a photo, or a phone call. Frank never said it during his life, but she knows he deeply regretted what he’d said during their last fight. She can only hope that her son comes to his senses before she passes too and he’s left with all that guilt. Not likely. John has always been a Winchester straight through to the smallest cell in his marrow.
During the opening convocation for Stanford’s freshman class, she’d almost spent more time studying the crowd than watching her grandson. Unless he’d lost four inches and all of his hair (not likely – all her brothers’ had every last hair on their head at least until the casket closed), John Winchester was not present. She wasn’t sure, but she’d swear she would have recognized Dean if she’d seen him. No likely candidate presented themselves though.
Turning into the driveway of the small two bedroom house that she shared with her youngest niece, Sheila hopes that John Winchester hadn’t had an argument with his son that had been as bad or worse as the one he’d had with his father.
part 4
author:
jebbypalrating: everyone
Summary: Everyone else had family at Stanford's convocation. Sam never expected anyone to show up for him.
Author notes: Thanks to
deathisyourart for giving me feedback on this section. 1 / 2
During the drive home to Saratoga, Sheila manages to finally breathe again. All the way to Stanford, she’d been convinced that the private investigator had been wrong, and that this Sam Winchester would not be her Sam Winchester. He’d been so small when John had taken him and Dean away, but the cheeks, and that smile, were the same as they’d ever been.
Polite too, at least until he was convinced that she was crazy, a stalker, or worse. Who’d have thought that the son the Marines turned into a foul tempered and surly man would manage to raise such a polite boy.
And smart! Not just people and machine smart like John was, no, book smart. Sam must have gotten that from Mary (possibly the politeness came from her genes too). A full ride to a college like Stanford took something special. Tears blur her vision when she thinks of all the things she’s missed while that intelligence developed. She’d give almost anything to have fostered a little of it beyond teaching him that baba did not in fact describe every single object in the world that he wanted to get his hands on (Dean’s fault really. The boy would give Sam anything that he pointed at, so the child never dreamed there was another word beyond baba for the longest time).
All the things she and Frank missed out on make her fingers tighten painfully on the steering wheel. If she knew where that son of hers was, she’d tan his hide. Over fifteen years with nary a letter, a photo, or a phone call. Frank never said it during his life, but she knows he deeply regretted what he’d said during their last fight. She can only hope that her son comes to his senses before she passes too and he’s left with all that guilt. Not likely. John has always been a Winchester straight through to the smallest cell in his marrow.
During the opening convocation for Stanford’s freshman class, she’d almost spent more time studying the crowd than watching her grandson. Unless he’d lost four inches and all of his hair (not likely – all her brothers’ had every last hair on their head at least until the casket closed), John Winchester was not present. She wasn’t sure, but she’d swear she would have recognized Dean if she’d seen him. No likely candidate presented themselves though.
Turning into the driveway of the small two bedroom house that she shared with her youngest niece, Sheila hopes that John Winchester hadn’t had an argument with his son that had been as bad or worse as the one he’d had with his father.
part 4