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50prompts: From Whence We Came
His name was Michael John Winchester, and he was a miracle child. The son of an Immortal and a demon, blessed by angels to have this gift for their work done over two centuries.
There were prophecies written for this child. Expectations with the hopes and dreams of an organization would rest on his shoulders as he grew up to stand in the 6'4" shadow that his father cast.
Demons were going to hunt him because of this. To get at Sam and Ruby and hit them where it hurt most. Try to destroy this family that Sam had wanted for centuries now.
Today, however - Sam wasn't thinking about that. The future didn't exist beyond the dreams of a father as he stared down into the bassinet that his infant son was sleeping in. Ruby was still recovering as she slept in their bedroom, and Sam just stood there.
Fingers traced the soft skin of the baby's cheek, feeling the downy texture of his hair, and then smiling when the tiny fingers wrapped around his one.
Carefully, Sam scooped the baby into his arms and walked him into the living room. There, with one hand behind Michael's head and the other supporting his bottom, Sam held the baby at arms length in the sunshine to really see his son.
He's got Dean's nose Sam thought with a smile. Sam's eyes, and his ears looked like the body that Ruby had been in for the last few years. A perfect mesh of them all. A beautiful baby boy that he pulled close to his chest and snuggled as he walked the baby to the large window in their living room and sat down.
"Hey little guy," Sam spoke softly as the baby sleepily sucked on his father's finger. "I figured this is a good time to talk before you stop listening to your old man. And just wait until you learn exactly how old I really am. You're going to think you're a part of some science fiction tv show or something."
"I've waited a long time for you to come into my life, and I'm going to do everything that I can to protect you. There are a lot of scary things in this world, but your daddy will make sure they never take you away. And a lot of people are going to expect things, but all I want you to do is be happy. And your mommy and I will do all we can to make sure you get that."
The baby opened his eyes to look at Sam, and Sam smiled down at him while smoothing out his hair. "I love you, son. And everything I do now is for you. And sometimes I'm going to mess up, but I promise you that no matter what happens, I'm always going to be here for you, and love you."
He leaned down and kissed his son's forehead. Welcome home, Michael John Winchester.
There were prophecies written for this child. Expectations with the hopes and dreams of an organization would rest on his shoulders as he grew up to stand in the 6'4" shadow that his father cast.
Demons were going to hunt him because of this. To get at Sam and Ruby and hit them where it hurt most. Try to destroy this family that Sam had wanted for centuries now.
Today, however - Sam wasn't thinking about that. The future didn't exist beyond the dreams of a father as he stared down into the bassinet that his infant son was sleeping in. Ruby was still recovering as she slept in their bedroom, and Sam just stood there.
Fingers traced the soft skin of the baby's cheek, feeling the downy texture of his hair, and then smiling when the tiny fingers wrapped around his one.
Carefully, Sam scooped the baby into his arms and walked him into the living room. There, with one hand behind Michael's head and the other supporting his bottom, Sam held the baby at arms length in the sunshine to really see his son.
He's got Dean's nose Sam thought with a smile. Sam's eyes, and his ears looked like the body that Ruby had been in for the last few years. A perfect mesh of them all. A beautiful baby boy that he pulled close to his chest and snuggled as he walked the baby to the large window in their living room and sat down.
"Hey little guy," Sam spoke softly as the baby sleepily sucked on his father's finger. "I figured this is a good time to talk before you stop listening to your old man. And just wait until you learn exactly how old I really am. You're going to think you're a part of some science fiction tv show or something."
"I've waited a long time for you to come into my life, and I'm going to do everything that I can to protect you. There are a lot of scary things in this world, but your daddy will make sure they never take you away. And a lot of people are going to expect things, but all I want you to do is be happy. And your mommy and I will do all we can to make sure you get that."
The baby opened his eyes to look at Sam, and Sam smiled down at him while smoothing out his hair. "I love you, son. And everything I do now is for you. And sometimes I'm going to mess up, but I promise you that no matter what happens, I'm always going to be here for you, and love you."
He leaned down and kissed his son's forehead. Welcome home, Michael John Winchester.