likely_evil: (Happy - Smile)
ooc: this is the picture for the prompt

It was a simple ceremony on Angeline's property. The winds from the bayou were light as the sun was starting to set. There was a small archway that had been put just past the gardens, and two men stood there. One man was dressed in black - not a priest but a friend of the mother's who was able to perform civil ceremonies.

The other man was Sam Winchester. He was thirty two, and as he stood in his bare feet, he looked to finally be at peace with his life. The white peasant shirt blew in the breeze, and his khaki pants went down just to his ankles. He was happy and nervous, a ball of energy that was barely able to contain himself while he tried not to bounce on the balls of his feet.

There were a few blankets set up with people sitting in groups. Friends that Sam had made over the last few years. Friends of Desiree that had little drums and flutes on their blankets and they all started to play as the doors of the plantation house opened. Angeline and Desiree's mother, Paulina, walked arm in arm towards Sam. They stopped and Angeline ran a hand along Sam's face, smiling.

"The life of my daughter has brought me many things, and in her death she gave me not only a grandson, but you. You were a broken child when I found you, Samuel, and now you are a strong man. You have become a son to me, and I am overjoyed that I get to be the one to share this moment with you and bless you into the next part of your life."

. . . )
likely_evil: (Samael - watching)
1) "There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, and who always will. So don't worry about the people in your past. There's a reason they didn't make it into your future." - Anonymous


Sam stood outside the elementary school, looking up at the building. It was huge, and there was a moment of fear in him. How would a small kid starting kindergarten manage to survive in this place? He'd get lost in a second and it could take days before he found his way out. And Sam hadn't even checked to see what kind of ghosts might haunt the place or put wards on the building and he sure as hell hadn't...

"Uncle Sam?"

Blinking, Sam looked down at the little boy holding his hand. There was a Batman lunchbox in his other hand. "Yeah, Johnny?"

"I'm scared."

Me too... )
likely_evil: (Samael - Rescue me)
ooc: a few days after this

Angeline arrived in South Dakota a few days after she heard the news about Dean's death. She didn't like leaving her daughter alone while she was still on life support, but she knew that with both parents out of commission, she and Sam were going to have to have a discussion about how her grandson was to be raised. She had quite a few concerns, given his breeding, and she knew it was either talk to Sam now, or barge in later, and she knew that sooner was better than later.

Adjusting the sunglasses on her face, she climbed out of the car she'd rented for the occasion and pulled the coat more tightly around herself. This little patch of America was almost artic compared to the warm, balmy heat of New Orleans, and she just shivered as she made her way to the door, knocking on it loudly before glancing around. She silently hoped for a moment that Sam was planning on getting a place of his own, because really -- a salvage yard was no place to raise a child.

It wasn't Sam who came to the door, but instead Bobby. He had heard the strange car pulling up in the gravel and grabbed his shotgun. It was resting just on the other side of the door when he opened it a bit, looking at the woman on the other side. "Can I help ya?" he asked, shifting his arm behind the door a bit to make sure that the gun was aimed correctly. He couldn't take any risks on demons coming after Sam or Dean's boy, especially not with how Sam was at the moment.

Angeline looked him over for a minute, before raising an eyebrow behind her sunglasses. "Is Sam Winchester here, or do I have the wrong Singer Salvage?"

"Sorry, don't know've any Sam Winchesters," Bobby stated easily. "There's another Singer Salvage though cross the state. Might be trying there."

. . . )
likely_evil: (Sexy - stare)
ooc: 3 years after this.

“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.”
-John Steinbeck


New Orleans in the summertime was hot and sticky, but at night when Sam opened the windows to his apartment and the breeze from the Gulf swept into their living room, life became easier. Jazz music from the street players and the smells from the restaurants downstairs filtered up. It mixed with the flower smells from the trees and gardens nearby, making the curtains dance with the mixture of life.

Sam sat at his desk, a large book open in front of him, writing in a pad while holding up an old coin. He had left the hunting business after killing Lilith, and - with the help of Johnny's grandmother, Angeline - moved here to start anew.

But while you can take the boy out of the hunt, you can't take the hunter out of the boy. The Winchesters were considered experts in the field, and even if Sam refused to be in the 'game', it didn't stop people from coming to his door asking for help. The word spread, and soon he had not only hunters, but half of New Orleans coming to him for help with their ghosts, potions, and hoodoo questions.

. . . )

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