Father and Son Outting

[likely_evil]

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.

Comments

[likely_evil]

"Ok," Kale said, letting Sam patch him up. Then he yawned and looked around. "Where should I sleep?"

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.

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

Michael moved over to flop on his bed, starting to stretch out a bit. "I'm kinda tired too."

[likely_evil]

"You boys go to bed then. I'll try not to wake you up."

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.

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

Michael slept soundly through the night, getting up in the morning and heading out to get some coffee and breakfast, doing his best to not disturb anyone.

[likely_evil]

Sam shifted a bit at Michael leaving, but not enough to pull him out of his sleep. And Kale was sprawled out on the bed, snoring and changed back into a normal little boy.

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

Michael returned with the coffee and breakfast a little while later, placing the food down on the counter, before moving over and waving the cup under his father's nose. Coffee was better than an alarm clock.

[likely_evil]

Sam's nose wrinkled, and then he opened his eyes, confused a moment before looking up at his son.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice deeper from just waking up as he rubbed his eyes, reaching for the coffee.

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Michael nodded. "And there's bagels and stuff over there."

[likely_evil]

Sam looked over at the table, then nodded and sipped his coffee. Just how he took it.

"Things like this?" he indicated the coffee cup, "remind me that I did a good job raising you. You take good care of your old man."

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

Michael laughed. "You know, I could just be looking out for myself. You're miserable when you don't have your coffee in the morning."

[likely_evil]

"I am not miserable," Sam stated with a smirk, stretching in his seat before standing up. He looked over at Kale, still stretched out over the entire bed somehow.

"You know, I remember when you used to do that."

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

Michael paused, looking over at Kale before shrugging. "When you've got a bed all to yourself, you want to take up as much space as you can."

[likely_evil]

"Your mother says that the only way she fits on the bed sometimes is because we got the biggest one available." Sam went and made himself a bagel. "You bring back anything safe for him to eat? I'm not giving that child coffee."

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Dad," Michael rolled his eyes. "I got him chocolate milk and a bagel. He should be fine."

[likely_evil]

"Just making sure," Sam held his hands up in the air innocently.

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh," Michael said with a nod, before sitting down on the edge of his bed again.

[likely_evil]

Kale heard the voices and started to roll over in bed. "Is it breakfast time already?" he asked in a childlike whimper.

The wolf features were completely gone, and his cuts were even half healed as he yawned and stretched.

"Yeah it is. Michael brought you back something too."

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

"Like chocolate milk?" Michael asked, going to grab the bagel he had gotten for himself.

[likely_evil]

"YES!" Kale was up like a shot and ran to the table, looking for the bottle and intending to just snatch it up and guzzle it down.

Sam sighed. The kid was really going to need some parenting skills.

[herecmestrouble.livejournal.com]

Michael was a bit faster than he was, though, grabbing the bottle and standing up so that the bottle was out of the kid's reach. "Sit. Eat like a person remember?"

[likely_evil]

Kale tried to jump up and get it, then turned the puppy dog eyes on Michael. But he edged over to the chair and leaned against it. Not really sitting but acting like it was a hard sacrifice.

Sam chuckled. "If you're going to stay with us, Kale, you're going to have to follow the rules."