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likely_evil) wrote2009-05-13 10:30 am
likely_evil) wrote2009-05-13 10:30 am
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Father and Son Outting
When word had come along that there was a werewolf terrorizing local folks in a small Nebraskan town, Sam realized he had still yet to teach Michael about hunting werewolves. Michael had wanted his training to come from his father, and Sam actually enjoyed the outings.
Now that Michael was older, it was a bit harder to find things in which there both connected. It wasn't like how Sam had been with his own father, it was just that Michael was making his own path in the world, and Sam had chosen to take a step back and let his son make the choice on inviting his father into certain parts of his life.
Sam hoped it was the right choice. Fatherhood didn't come with an instruction manual, after all.
He just treated Michael how he had wanted to be treated growing up. It was the best option, and really the only thing he could think of as being the fairest way to do it.
So when the werewolf case came across his desk, Sam went up to their suite level and knocked on Michael's door, offering him a chance to do a bit of training. Michael had jumped at it, so they made plans to head out that night.
As Sam was packing, his eyes fell on the weapons safe. He remembered Dean and him talking about passing down the guns, and Sam remembered that he still had a box of silver bullets for them. It was probably the best time to do this and have it mean something more than just a gift.
He packed the guns and the rounds in his bag, then packed it all into the car to go.
Nebraska wasn't that far away, but it would involve them having to get a place to stay and setting up a post. Sam found it amusing that 200 years later, the crappy motels still existed with their bad designs, ugly wallpaper, and questionable sheets.
But it was familiar, and unless Michael had an objection, it was where they would end up staying while tracking this werewolf.
Now that Michael was older, it was a bit harder to find things in which there both connected. It wasn't like how Sam had been with his own father, it was just that Michael was making his own path in the world, and Sam had chosen to take a step back and let his son make the choice on inviting his father into certain parts of his life.
Sam hoped it was the right choice. Fatherhood didn't come with an instruction manual, after all.
He just treated Michael how he had wanted to be treated growing up. It was the best option, and really the only thing he could think of as being the fairest way to do it.
So when the werewolf case came across his desk, Sam went up to their suite level and knocked on Michael's door, offering him a chance to do a bit of training. Michael had jumped at it, so they made plans to head out that night.
As Sam was packing, his eyes fell on the weapons safe. He remembered Dean and him talking about passing down the guns, and Sam remembered that he still had a box of silver bullets for them. It was probably the best time to do this and have it mean something more than just a gift.
He packed the guns and the rounds in his bag, then packed it all into the car to go.
Nebraska wasn't that far away, but it would involve them having to get a place to stay and setting up a post. Sam found it amusing that 200 years later, the crappy motels still existed with their bad designs, ugly wallpaper, and questionable sheets.
But it was familiar, and unless Michael had an objection, it was where they would end up staying while tracking this werewolf.