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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.
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"Kale, if you want to eat, you're going to do it like a little boy, and not a wolf, ok?" Sam said in his father voice.
"But I'm a wolf now," Kale stated.
"No, you're still a little boy. You just look like a wolf. Go wash your hands while I unpack dinner."
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Sam put the bags down, then knelt down to be eye level with Kale. He locked eyes with the boy, and he returned the growl, but putting it deeper into his throat, showing the kid that he was the alpha in the pack.
Kale stopped, then backed up a step before pouting. "No fair," he muttered, then went to the sink to wash up.
Sam just stood back up, smiling.
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He went back to unpacking the food. "Could be worse. Dog sled masters prove dominance over their head dog by biting their ears."
Kale came back out at that point, holding a shredded towel in his hands. "I'm sorry."
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"You want ketchup for your fries?" Because by habit, Sam grabbed two handfuls of the packets.
"Yes yes yes! I never get fries unless I've been real good!" He grabbed the burger and started to eat it like it was his first meal ever.
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He wasn't sure Ruby would want him bringing home a baby werewolf for them to raise, after all. But... it was an option.
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Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at Michael.
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Sam watched him go, then leaned forward on the table. "We should probably stay here tomorrow still, watch the road just in case there's another one in the area. Then we'll head back."
"Ouch," Kale whimpered from the bathroom.
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Sam got up, going for the medical kit in his bag.
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"But won't they look dumb? I don't wanna look dumb."
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Sam started to put the med kit away. "You sleep on my bed, Kale. I'm going to stay up a bit longer anyway." He ruffled the kid's head.
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Sam helped Kale change into some new pajamas, then tucked the boy into bed. He put a hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed it before turning off the tv and lights. He pulled up a comfy chair by his laptop and stretched out, surfing the web until about an hour later he drifted off on his own too.
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