Sam Winchester [Supernatural] (fireinthesoul) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-04-13 15:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, [plot] future kids take 4, ~2017 april, ~25 points, ~~pamela barnes (eyeingmyrack), ~~sam winchester (fireinthesoul) |
Who: Pamela Barnes, Sam Winchester and Joanna Mary Winchester
What: This was getting ridiculous
When: Thursday, midmorning
Where: The house
Warnings: Nah
Status: Closed/completed gdoc
It seemed like every time Pamela turned around there was another kid calling her Mom. Either this was a message from the powers that be to stop her sleeping around or the town was having a good laugh at her expense. Either way she’d like to tell whoever was responsible for this what to do with their less than subtle hint.
This time when she stepped outside her room there was a little girl that the spirits were oohing and ahing about. Apparently, she had some very familiar dimples as she smiled up at Pamela. She didn’t even have to guess. She just gave the little girl a tight smile, took a deep breath then shouted.
“SAM!”
***
Sam had had kids show up before. He didn’t know what he’d do if Bobbi and JD came back, and Jo wasn’t around for them. That would be difficult to explain, and he honestly wasn’t sure he could take the emotional ramifications of it. So when Pamela yelled his name like she did, he hoped she wasn’t calling him to fetch those kids.
He felt a wash of relief when he saw the child in her room. A girl, and not Bobbi. Okay. He could deal with this, then. He ran a hand through his hair, and arched his brow. “Hi, sweetheart,” he said to the child. His...and Pamela’s child? He had already met Cammie, his child with Sara. He was still grateful he wasn’t having to face his kids with Jo.
***
“Hi, Daddy!” The little girl toddle ran to Sam, hugging his leg.
Pamela shook her head with a quiet chuckle as she followed if a little slower. “The spirits say her name is Joanna. Joanna Mary Winchester.” She took up a lean against the wall in the hallway. “Since there’s a Bobby Winchester with your brother’s charming personality there is no doubt this one is yours.”
***
“Joanna, huh.” Well, that was interesting. Likely she was named after John, because even though Sam didn’t particularly get along with his dad, he loved him. Missed him. It made sense that he’d name a child after the man, and then probably paint ‘Grandpa’ as a good, wholesome guy.
Sam put a hand down to caress the child’s head. “Well, Joanna. Are you hungry? Because I’m hungry. And I’m sure your mama is hungry too.” Sam had been through the invasion of random kids enough to just...go with it. There wasn’t much to be gained from fighting it, except perhaps a teary child that still had to be dealt with.
***
“Mama could use a shot of vodka,” Pamela grumbled but she followed it up with a chuckle.
“I want boo-berry pancakes!” Joanna chimed up at Sam. It didn’t look as if she were letting go of Sam’s leg any time soon, and had managed to put both feet on top of the one of his.
“I don’t know if we have blueberries and I’m not cooking. Ever again.” Not after the whole Pamela Cleaver incident last month.
***
He sighed. He gave pamela a sideways look, but otherwise ignored her comment. Mostly because he agreed. He’d like to forget about these random kids showing up and get drunk off his ass instead. He smiled, though, and turned his attention to the little girl.
“I’ll make pancakes, but they may have to be plain pancakes.” He was pretty sure they didn’t have blueberries. The kid would just have to accept that and move on. Sam was not going to the store to get blueberries for pancakes for a kid who shouldn’t even be there.
***
Joanna looked up at Sam with eyes gone big and shiny and a lower lip that stuck out and quivered. Pamela didn’t need eyes to know what just and was possibly about to happen.
“No you’ve done it,” she said as she pushed off the wall. “If we ever needed more proof she’s yours…” She smirked at Sam. “C’mon. You can have extra syrup to make up for no blueberries. Then Daddy and I can talk about...things.”
***
Sam sighed. “Extra syrup and extra butter.” It was a compromise. Sam would prefer very little of either. But he knew there was a good chance his kid took after Dean in the food area, rather than him. Most kids didn’t like salads and protein shakes.
He took a step, keeping his leg straight because of the child adhered to his shin.
***
“Look at you being an old pro at the parenting,” Pamela said as she walked next to Sam, and she wasn’t just talking about the syrup and butter. “Almost as if you’ve been through this before. Care to fill in a sudden mom of...I think I’m up to five? I lost count.”
Being married had been bad enough. Thinking Star was their adoptive kid, just as shocking. But this was taking things to the extreme. Pamela didn’t have a maternal bone in her body...even if she was proving to be kind of good at this.
***
Sam reached to give Pamela’s shoulder a squeeze. “This isn’t the first time random kids have shown up. Jo and I had two, Bobbi was a girl, JD was our boy. They’ve come to town three times, I think.” He hadn’t seen them yet, and his voice probably spoke volumes to Pamela’s senses about how very much he did not want his kids with Jo to show up. It would just be too awkward and painful for him.
He noogied the top of Joanna Mary’s head. “And you, little one. You should know you’re not supposed to be here. Whatever world you came from, strange things are happening here. This is Madison Valley, your mother and I aren’t a couple, and you’re not born here. At least not yet.” He hadded the last bit to soften the blow.
***
“I know,” Joanna giggled as she continued to cling to Sam’s leg. The impish smile that was turned up to him was all Pamela.
“Dean said he had some over there,” Pamela mused. “And oh my god Bobby is just like him.” She chuckled to think about the moody kid. “This can’t be easy for them.” And not entirely fair to show up to parents who didn’t recognize them. Ouch.
***
“Okay, good.” Sam nodded and kept walking with Joanna attached to his leg. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to the top of the stairs where he made her get off him and walk down on her own. No way he was going to risk falling with her on his leg like that.
In the kitchen, he whipped up a batch of pancakes, without blueberries, and set them to fry on the skillet. “The next week or so is going to be crazy,” Sam said. He’d been through it before. The town would be crawling with kids. SOme possible, many impossible. Some bittersweet, some provoking joy and others sadness in their parents. It was a circus of sorts.
***
She was a cute little thing. Charming. But then she couldn’t help but be adorable being Sam’s daughter. As much as he might not like it, Sam was a sweety and a cutie pie. He either would come to terms with that or be forever grumpy about it. That didn’t mean he wasn’t sexy as hell, and that was probably how little Joanna came to be.
“How much do we want to know about where she comes from?” Pamela asked over a cup of coffee. She didn’t meant the world so much as their world together.
***
“I don’t know,” Sam checked the bottom side of the pancakes, decided to give it another minute or so before he flipped them. “I mean, obviously we’re together in some capacity,” he said with a shrug. Did they need to know more than that?
***
“Just like I’m married to your brother in another.” Pamela huffed as she shook her head. Why was it she always ended up married? Married to Adam. Sam. Dean. Was there no point where she was still her own woman and independent? Or was this that reality? It was enough to make her head spin.
“I’d be curious to find out either of you managed that trick.” She smirked at Sam’s back while Joanna made a grab for her hand. Pamela just let her have it.
***
“I pity anyone who marries my brother,” Sam said, referring to Dean. His brother Adam, as opposed to his room mate Adam, was a good guy. Finch was pretty lucky to have married him. But Dean? Sam really couldn’t see Dean settling down and going all in for married life. It just wasn’t his style.
Sam could possibly pull it off, if he really wanted to. He’d thought about it with Jo. Obviously he’d considered it with Sara, though he hadn’t quite been himself. He wasn’t so sure it was really in the cards for him, but he was willing to consider that it might happen someday.
He distracted himself by flipping the pancakes over. “Almost ready,” he said, all but ignoring Pamela’s statement.
***
Pamela laughed as she gave the little hand a squeeze. “According to our kid I keep coming back here every time Dean and I get in a fight, and that happens a lot.” But Dean had his good qualities. He just liked to hide them under that hard as nails badass exterior. That was his dad. John Winchester really had done a number on these boys.
But Sam...he wanted normal. Anyone who got to know him figured that out in under a hot New York minute. He had just convinced himself he didn’t deserve it. Idiot. “So what are we going to do with this one, hmm?” She made a face at Joanna with a smirk tugging her lips to one side.
***
“I guess we start with feeding her,” Sam plopped a plate of pancakes in front of the little girl. A second plate was put in front of Pamela. He’d make another set for himself. “And then, I don’t know. I mean, obviously we have to take care of her.” Sam would never dream of doing anything else.
Realistic or not, possible or impossible didn’t matter. She was here, and probably not for too long in the grand scheme of things. He’d take care of her. He had to. “I’ll call off work tonight.”
***
“Daddy knows how to state the obvious, huh?” Pamela chuckled at Joanna then aimed her smirk at Sam. “I’ve got something like half a dozen spawn running around here. I already called off for a week. If you want to stay home tonight and help that’s great, but don’t thinks it’s all on you, Grumpy.”
She arched a brow at Sam as she dug into the pancakes.
***
Sam looked to Joanna and rolled his eyes. She giggled. “Well, what’s to say I won’t have more showing up?” He would almost bet money on it. He just really hoped DJ and Bobbi weren’t among them. He just….he was in a better place than he’d been about Jo’s departure, but he wasn’t sure he could handle seeing her kids show up again.
“I’ll take tonight off and then play it by ear the rest of the week.” And there was always a chance WAMM or some other organisation would open their doors for all the kids, to give them a central place to go and be and interact with the other children.
***
It was good to see how Sam interacted with the little girl. His behavior reflected what Pamela had thought about him. He’d be a good dad despite, or perhaps because of, how John raised him and Dean.
She leaned toward Joanna and “whispered”, “Say: Daddy is a playah.”
The little girl giggled then repeated what Pamela said. Loudly. “Daddy is a playah!”
Pamela laughed as she ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Good girl!” Then she grinned at Sam, jerking her chin at him. “You’re good at this.”
***
Sam frowned. “Don’t teach her things like that. Teach her to say ‘Uncle Dean is a playah’ instead,” Sam said with a smirk. He flipped the second round of pancakes over, let them hit the heat for a few seconds before dumping them on a plate for himself.
He didn’t use much butter, but he drowned them in syrup.
***