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Family Orientation (5/?) - Supernatural
Title: Family orientation (5/?)
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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: A little bit shorter this time...
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Sheila knows that Sam’s arrived well before he decides to call her. Mostly because Lydia across the street watches her neighbors’ business constantly instead of doing the proper thing and having a house full of cats. But even after that, it would be difficult to not notice the over six-foot tall boy with slightly shaggy hair walking past her house every fifteen minutes. She toys with the idea of interrupting him on his next circuit with a glass of ice tea (sweet, unlike what most of the restaurants here serve), but dismisses. Better to let the boy reach out in his own way and in his own time. After being married to a Winchester, raising two of them, and watching her grandsons for a few years, she’s well learned the adage that you can lead a Winchester to water, but if you do, he’ll die before he drinks from it.
Two hours later, her phone rings finally. “Sheila Winchester speaking.”
“Hi, She – Mrs. Winchester. This is Sam…from Stanford.”
“Sam, how pleasant to hear from you. I’m glad you called. How have classes been?”
“Umm, fine? Uh, look, I called because I had some errands to do in town and I thought you might want to get together. Brunch or something?”
“Certainly, that would be splendid.” She smiled. No reason to make it easy for the boy. “Is there anywhere in specific you would like to meet? And what time will you be in the city?”
Hoarse coughing answers her. “Actually, I’m already here. Since I have your address, I thought I could stop by and then we could decide where to go.”
“Of course, dear. Can you make it here in half an hour?”
“Um, sure. I’ll be there then.”
“I look forward to it, Sam,” she replies before hanging up the phone. She supposes she should have offered to meet him earlier, but what would have been the fun in that. She watches him make one more circuit of the block before going to get ready to meet him. Passing the mantel piece, she looks at the picture of her husband, and runs a hand over it. “Oh, Frank, I wish you could have lived to see this day. I know how much you cared for those two boys.”
author:
jebbypalrating: everyone
Summary: Everyone else had family at Stanford's convocation. Sam never expected anyone to show up for him.
Author notes: A little bit shorter this time...
1 / 2/ 3/ 4
Sheila knows that Sam’s arrived well before he decides to call her. Mostly because Lydia across the street watches her neighbors’ business constantly instead of doing the proper thing and having a house full of cats. But even after that, it would be difficult to not notice the over six-foot tall boy with slightly shaggy hair walking past her house every fifteen minutes. She toys with the idea of interrupting him on his next circuit with a glass of ice tea (sweet, unlike what most of the restaurants here serve), but dismisses. Better to let the boy reach out in his own way and in his own time. After being married to a Winchester, raising two of them, and watching her grandsons for a few years, she’s well learned the adage that you can lead a Winchester to water, but if you do, he’ll die before he drinks from it.
Two hours later, her phone rings finally. “Sheila Winchester speaking.”
“Hi, She – Mrs. Winchester. This is Sam…from Stanford.”
“Sam, how pleasant to hear from you. I’m glad you called. How have classes been?”
“Umm, fine? Uh, look, I called because I had some errands to do in town and I thought you might want to get together. Brunch or something?”
“Certainly, that would be splendid.” She smiled. No reason to make it easy for the boy. “Is there anywhere in specific you would like to meet? And what time will you be in the city?”
Hoarse coughing answers her. “Actually, I’m already here. Since I have your address, I thought I could stop by and then we could decide where to go.”
“Of course, dear. Can you make it here in half an hour?”
“Um, sure. I’ll be there then.”
“I look forward to it, Sam,” she replies before hanging up the phone. She supposes she should have offered to meet him earlier, but what would have been the fun in that. She watches him make one more circuit of the block before going to get ready to meet him. Passing the mantel piece, she looks at the picture of her husband, and runs a hand over it. “Oh, Frank, I wish you could have lived to see this day. I know how much you cared for those two boys.”