Family Moments - RP for ilove_atallman and <lj site="livejournal.

ooc: follows this

Sam left the chapel and headed back down to the medical ward where he knew Ruby and Michael were waiting. Michael because he wasn't going to be leaving the ward for another day or two, and Ruby because she was his mother and that was what mother's did.

Ruby was going to get a laugh out of this - part of Sam was still laughing at the idea of his brother being bored in heaven - and perhaps it would lead to Sam being able to finally talk to his son about Dean.

Something that had been painful to do ever since Dean had died.

He watched them for a moment through the window of the door, a swelling of pride in his chest. His family - his life - and Dean was proud of him. 200 years of self doubt started to bleed away and he felt years younger as he finally opened the door and walked back into the room.

for mad_muses: Fireflies

ooc: based off this picture.

It was on Bobby's front porch that Sam saw the fireflies dancing around the tree. Little lights that reflected in his shiny black eyes as he stood there, head tilted to the side. Watching.

It was summer and the fireflies always came out in the summer. They liked the heat. Warmth that surrounded them and made their wings happy to flit around the tree with hundreds of others. Warmth that wrapped around him in a gentle way too. Not like the fire that burned at him Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! as strips of him were cut away.

All those fireflies reminded him of how many things he couldn't remember. He should remember. They were parts of him but they burnt away. Gone. He did not come back from Hell whole. Not fully Sammy. Not human. Missing too many fireflies in his head.

He wondered sometimes. Wondered if maybe he went back to Hell - would he be able to catch his fireflies and be a real soul again? Then he could be Sammy again all the way and Dean would be happy.

Some of the fireflies came closer, and Sam held a hand out to them. One landed right on his palm and he pulled it closer to look at it. No memories came to him, but instead it was a grayish bug that crawled along his skin with big wings and a white butt.

He brought his other hand up to run a finger along the bug. It's wings shifted a bit and tried to move in the other direction. Curious, he went to go poke at it and see if it would -

"Sam?"

Squish!

Sam turned around, wiping his hands on his jeans like a 5 year old who was trying to clean up a mess before Mom found out about it. Bobby just watched him a moment, eyebrow raised. "Whatcha lookin' at, son?"

"Fireflies," Sam responded innocently. "They aren't mine though. Too messy."