likely_evil: (Beth - together)
Sam Winchester ([personal profile] likely_evil) wrote2009-05-09 10:31 pm

[livejournal.com profile] justprompts Just One Simple Word - Love.

ooc: takes place after this.

The mission over, Sam slept for a good four hours on the CONTROL jet that brought him back to the states. Partially it was from exhaustion, though the drugs to numb the pain from the bullet wound on his arm were helping nicely.

Once he got back to base, he was patched up better and spent a few hours in debriefing. Somewhere along the way he also managed to catch a quick shower, though he didn't have a shaving kit at work to get rid of the scruff.

After that, he sat and talked with the Chief. He needed advice about what to do, and he would be the only one who would know Sam and Beth well enough to give good advice.

"Sam, I can't tell you what to do. You and 99 are good kids, but neither of you ever seem to know what you really want. I've been worried about you two being together for awhile. I was hoping 99 and Max would actually have worked. They were good for each other."

Sam slumped a bit in his chair. "It just feels like for all I love her, all I ever give her is heartache. And I don't want to do that anymore."

The Chief leaned forward on his desk. "I think the question you need to ask yourself, 23, is what you want. You need that first, and from there you can figure everything else out."

He thought a moment, then looked at the Chief. "I want a family. I want Beth to marry me, and raise our kid. I want her happy, and I want to be the one to make her happy."

"And to do that..."

Sam nodded. "I'm going to have to stop being an agent. I'm sorry."

"Well, I figured I was going to lose one of you with this." The Chief leaned back and laced his fingers in his lap. "Good thing I have a position open in the analysts division."

Sam sat up. "You mean..."

"I'm not going to lose my occult agent because he's fallen in love. Give you normal working hours, and only be involved on a mission if needed and when 99 is not on one."

"Thank you."

"Now go home and see your family, 23. 99's on a local thing but should be back in a few hours. Give you time to settle in and..." he motioned to Sam's face.

"Gotcha."


He got home to an empty house. Instantly, he noticed that things were different as he put his bag down at the living room. Furniture was moved, walls were painted. He hadn't been gone that long, had he?

Fear crept into his heart, thinking that Beth had given up on him and moved on. Then as he walked towards their bedroom, he stopped. There were pictures on the wall. There had never been pictures on the wall before but now there were. His finger ran along them, smiling a bit at some of them. Pictures of him and Beth mainly, some of her family and their friends. One of Sam and Bobby she had snuck once while they were sitting on the porch.

And one of Dean. She must have gotten it from Bobby because it was old, back before he had died. It was of him and Dean when Sam was seventeen, sitting on the hood of the Impala. It was Sam's first beer, well, his first one that Bobby had given him. Sam was as tall as Dean at that point, and skinny as a beanpole.

He looked in their bedroom and it was mostly the same. New bedding, cleaned up a bit. He walked over to his bedside and looked at the new books there, smiling because they were ones he didn't know had been released yet.

Next was across the hall to the spare room where he stopped and just looked around. The room had finally been decorated for the baby - something he had hoped to help with. But as he looked around, he saw how perfect it was that he wouldn't think of it being any way different.

Looking in the crib, he saw the bear and picked it up. His eyes took in the words on the shirt and he felt tears come to his eyes. He managed to stumble back to sit in the rocker, holding the bear with one hand while he cupped his chin with the other.

A boy. They were having a boy. A son.

He had to make this right. Sam loved Beth more than he had any other person. More than Jess, and he was certain of this. He needed her, and he had to show her that: show her just how much he loved her.

And hope she would believe him this time.

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
She sighed softly and nodded, moving to sit in the chair he had risen from. She was too tired and sore to stand. She sat there for awhile in silence, thinking. Then she looked up at him.

"I love you, Sam. I do. I just...hate us sometimes. The way we talk to each other, the way we handle things. It's not easy, and I don't think it ever will be. But...I'm willing to work on it if you are. I...need you to understand though that...it's too hard for me. The Dean thing. I don't want to be with him anymore. He's...he's not my Dean. My Dean is still gone. And that's part of why it's so hard for me to consider having him in my life again. And...I hate that whatever he's going through, he's relying on that...woman. Maybe it's part jealousy, but mostly...it's protectiveness. And I think that's really been bothering me and making this harder." She played with her fingers and looked up at him.

"All the same, I know he's your brother, Sam. And as angry as I get...whatever I say to try and hurt you when we're screaming...I would never take that away from you. I want you two to have each other. I just...I can't be a part of it. You...our son...you two need to hold onto Dean, but I can't. I'm sorry if it complicates things, but...I just...can't." She chewed her lip and looked away, her eyes tearing up as she got emotional. Damn hormones. "The only thing I request is that our son never be anywhere near Ruby. I refuse to let her poison another Winchester."

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked down at their hands. "I'll never make you chose, Sam. It's...just angry words on my part. And...I won't stop you from going to help him, or refuse his help if you need it."

She chewed her lip and sighed. "I've never been an open person, and...it's hard for me to be. I can try, but...I can only try. And, I do want you. I want this. But sometimes I feel like...you resent me. Or that...I have to tiptoe around you so that I won't piss you off. Sometimes...it seems like you need me too much, need me to be...your big brother or parent....and I can't...I'm not that. I'm just me."

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-07 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She leaned forward to brush a hand to his cheek. "I want you to be happy, Sam. I just don't want you to need me here to be happy. Doesn't mean I'm going anywhere."

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
She sighed and watched him. "I'm never going to be easy to live with, Sam. I'm never going to be a normal girl. And...the Dean that died...that Dean will always have a piece of my heart. But just a piece. You and our son get the rest."

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
She kissed him back softly, pulling his hand up to rest on her stomach, where the baby was kicking away at her insides.

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled. "We might have to let him be a normal boy so he can be a little soccer star."

[identity profile] failuretotrust.livejournal.com 2009-06-08 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth groaned slightly. "You can coach all you want, Papa, but I'm not driving a mini-van."