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sirenspull_logs2012-04-24 10:21 pm
family_remains) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-24 10:21 pm
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Who: Sam and John Winchester
When: 4/24 - Midday
Where: John's place
Warnings: Winchesters
Things hadn't been easy lately. Which, in truth, was one of the largest understatements in Sam's life ever, but it was still worth saying. things had been particularly unbearable for the last two years.. one in the city and the year and change proceeding it. The thing about huge messes, is that they can always, usually, be cleaned up. It might take forever, and the floor might always have a little stain, but things can usually be patched back into normalcy. Today was one of those patching days. Which seemed like all Sam had been doing lately but hey. He had screwed up a whole lotta nope.
He was fairly certain that he'd mad some good progress with Mary, and he and Castiel were back to being pretty close. There was no Dean problems to speak of at the moment besides that general hovering air of disappointment that Winchesters can manifest so well. There was only one person left to talk to. and Sam couldn't say he wasn't a little green in the gills over it. John Winchester was one of the toughest, no shits given, hunters ever. And growing up with that had been, well, difficult. They were family and they loved each other, but a lot had happened since John's death and having his parents back, and not only back but alive and at each other's throats, was also really hard. He'd plucked up the balls to finally contact John and when that ended, more or less, in a broken phone, he knew to give it a little while. This wasn't going to be an easy day, but there was something to be said for being persistent.
And coming clean about a lot of things.
Sam wasn't sure how much his dad knew about what had happened the last few years. He wasn't sure if Chuck had told him everything or let him read those stupid books, or if he and Dean had sat down for a pow wow to get everything ironed out. Sam had just full on word vomited all over Mary to explain what had happened... John should have the same chance. Lucky him.
But still, there he was. Standing awkwardly outside John's door. Sam took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, hoping they could talk.
Hoping this wouldn't end with The Colt in his face.
When: 4/24 - Midday
Where: John's place
Warnings: Winchesters
Things hadn't been easy lately. Which, in truth, was one of the largest understatements in Sam's life ever, but it was still worth saying. things had been particularly unbearable for the last two years.. one in the city and the year and change proceeding it. The thing about huge messes, is that they can always, usually, be cleaned up. It might take forever, and the floor might always have a little stain, but things can usually be patched back into normalcy. Today was one of those patching days. Which seemed like all Sam had been doing lately but hey. He had screwed up a whole lotta nope.
He was fairly certain that he'd mad some good progress with Mary, and he and Castiel were back to being pretty close. There was no Dean problems to speak of at the moment besides that general hovering air of disappointment that Winchesters can manifest so well. There was only one person left to talk to. and Sam couldn't say he wasn't a little green in the gills over it. John Winchester was one of the toughest, no shits given, hunters ever. And growing up with that had been, well, difficult. They were family and they loved each other, but a lot had happened since John's death and having his parents back, and not only back but alive and at each other's throats, was also really hard. He'd plucked up the balls to finally contact John and when that ended, more or less, in a broken phone, he knew to give it a little while. This wasn't going to be an easy day, but there was something to be said for being persistent.
And coming clean about a lot of things.
Sam wasn't sure how much his dad knew about what had happened the last few years. He wasn't sure if Chuck had told him everything or let him read those stupid books, or if he and Dean had sat down for a pow wow to get everything ironed out. Sam had just full on word vomited all over Mary to explain what had happened... John should have the same chance. Lucky him.
But still, there he was. Standing awkwardly outside John's door. Sam took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, hoping they could talk.
Hoping this wouldn't end with The Colt in his face.