Sam whispered good night to his daughter and quietly closed the door, before tip toeing across the hall towards Ryan’s room. He crept quietly into the room to find his son lying asleep on top of his bed, pages of drawings scattered the floor. Sam smiled. Sitting on the edge of the bed he placed a hand on his sons shoulder and shook him awake. Ryan sprang up and gripped his daddy’s forearm.
“Hey champ.” Sam whispered. His son stared up at him, bleary eyed and with his hair sticking up at odd angles. “Let’s get you under the covers.”
Ryan, very slowly, did just this while his father picked up all the pages on the floor. He lifted the drawings absent minded until one caught his eye. The scribbled figure of a boy reminded him of someone, with his shaggy brown hair and tall frame. The eyes were penetrating pale blue. If Sam had to guess, he would say that the drawing was him as a kid, the likeliness was just too coincidental. He placed the rest of the pages carefully on the desk but kept the drawing in his hand.
“This is a very good drawing champ.” Sam said, he sat beside his son on the bed and held the drawing up, “Who’s it meant to be?”
Ryan yawned, “Jack showed him to me in my head, he said it was you daddy. But I told him it couldn’t be because your eyes aren’t that colour.”
“Yeah. Can’t be me. Jack must be telling white lies.” Sam tried to smile, but the anxiety in his gut wouldn’t let him.
He kissed his son on the cheek and retreated to the living room. Sitting on the couch, he turned the TV down low and studied the drawing again. There was no doubt in his mind that this drawing was meant to be of him, which meant that Jack was becoming more than just an imaginary friend. Sam had seen too much in his career as a hunter to dismiss this as just another childish game and he was sure that Dean, his dad, Sarah and Angel would think the same when he told them what had just happened.
Sighing, he switched through the channels but nearly every one of them was showing the news. It was the same old thing, war in some country, soldiers dead somewhere else; a celebrity has adopted a child from mars - big deal. Eventually he settled on a late night chat show, sat back and let his pensive mood take over.
He felt awful for Dana and also for Angel. She seemed so upset about what had happened and Dean seemed lost on what he should do. But by now, he probably had his wife calmed down; he could always comfort her one way or another.
Sam remembered back to when Angel was in the hospital having Dana, almost eleven years ago, they had been married for a year by then and it had been the night just after Sam and Sarah had returned from their honeymoon. They had both rushed to the hospital where they met John and then they all went in together to see Dean and Angel. She was in a lot of pain but Dean was so calm, easing her fears by holding her hand and hugging her shoulders, all the while whispering words of encouragement in her ear.
The more Sam thought, the more he realised that he and Sarah had that bond too and it made him feel better knowing that. Satisfied that his pensiveness hadn’t put him in a deep state of depression, he stretched himself along the couch and drifted peacefully into his dreams.
