Sam’s about to turn in – it’s been a good day, overall. He’s had some pie, because when would Dean not take the liberty to reinterpret his birthday for his own gain, and he’s had a couple beers and a good movie night, he’s got some presents, and he’s got a sunny morning to look forwards to after a good night’s sleep with nothing in particular demanding his attention tomorrow, at least as far as he knows. But that’s when his phone buzzes, and when he looks at the caller ID, his heart stops.
Mom.
“He-hey, mom. I’m, um. A little drunk, I hope you don’t mind,” he opens, stuttering not because of the alcohol but the nervousness that has suddenly flooded his system.
Mary breathes out and Sam can hear her smiling, and it makes him weak in the legs so that he has to sit down. He wrestles off his socks, but the laundry basket’s too far away so he puts them on the bed beside him instead to wait for now.
“I don’t mind that, Sam.”
Sam nods, although Mary can’t see it.
“I hope you don’t mind me calling,” she says then, her voice a little nervous and sad in a way that can’t be covered up.
“No,” Sam hurries to assure her, “No – not at all.”
A relieved sigh echoes over the line.
“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday,” he hears her say, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “So – happy birthday, baby. 34, isn’t it?”
It takes a long while until Sam can breathe again, and much longer until he can speak.
“Sam?”
“Ye-yeah. I’m here. I’m – I just – need a…”
He hears Mary nod, too, just as oblivious to the fact that Sam isn’t in the room with her to see it.
“Thanks, Mom,” Sam manages to finally say, “It’s… my 34th, yeah.”
“I’m sorry for missing out on so many before now.”
“It doesn’t – it wasn’t your fault.”
“Thank you, Sam. I hope you had a very good day.”
“I did,” Sam tells her quickly, “Dean – we had a good day.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there again.”
“It’s enough that you called. Really, Mom; it… means a lot to me that you did.”
Never mind what you are made of; you are more than this flesh that binds you. There is nothing you have to fear that should not fear you a thousand times more. Your heart is a galaxy, and your soul is lined in stars. You are something extraordinary, my dear. [x]
happy birthday to my sweetest sun, my cherub pup, my brave son, the most kind and empathetic and selfless boy on this planet, the smart man who deserves so much more than he’s been given, my ultimate bean, sam winchester
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