⠀ ✦ ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ #orts.
⠀ these city walls never knew
⠀ that we’d make it this far.
⠀ ⠀ » &&. @dandeliongrowth’s.
⠀ ⠀ crossovers welcome.
⠀ ⠀ supernatural.
« right. They have* been through worse––– whatever this is, it barely skims the surface of horrors they have seen. However, Sam finds himself nodding against his better judgement.
"I'll stay." He mumbles, still avoiding her gaze.
Her question rings in his ears for a brief moment, his chin placed in her hand before he pulls his head away. He looks down the road, trying to find anywhere to avert his eyes to.
He has to leave. He shouldn't have called her, and now, he's cursing himself internally »
she looks at the small child clinging to her leg and then back to sam and nods. “we have a son.” she says softly. their son looks up at him and for a moment it’s as if younger sam is looking back up at him. he looks just like his father everyday that passes.
amora grabs at —
« that he could be so careless. Now, she's planted firmly in his lap and their son is staring at him with such curiosity, he can't take it anymore. Samuel is surely blowing up his phone in the passenger seat, but he can't bring himself to check it. Deep down, Sam knows she's »
Her hands are on him, grabbing at his shirt and face, but he doesn't know how he's meant to respond. Sam stares, brows furrowing lightly as he processes the clear emotions rolling off her. He swears, for a moment––– he almost feels guilty for being unable to return the same »
she sets their son down and he immediately clings to her leg. she is grabbing sams face in her hands grasping him. she can tell she’s on the brink of losing him. it’s in the air that swells around them. if she lets him drive away now she will never see him again. that pang in —
« unable to channel those same feelings. However, his eyes do catch on the small child clinging to her leg, head tilting as Bird wraps herself around him. In that moment, Sam dismisses everything she says, finding his own point to address.
"We have a son." It's a »
she smooths their sons hair down and chuckles. “bath time went well. huh?” she says leaning in and kissing their son on the cheek.
“yeah!” he says and reaches for sam. she hands him over and sits back into the couch with a sigh.
Her voice echoes through his mind, making his chest tighten as his heart clenches in a mysteriously foreign way. He understands she’s upset, but he doesn’t understand the emotions coming through the phone. He can’t bring himself to get out of the car, though consciously, »
“SAMUEL!” she says urgently as he says he needs to go. “you can’t just call here and then leave again. i need answers.” she is choked up walking down the street to look for him. she knew he had to be close by, she could feel him. she holds their son firmly in one arm and looks —
« sudden warm embrace.
And, a. . baby? It shocks his system enough that it takes several moments for his mind to respond, realizing that he’s supposed to be hugging this person. That he’s hugging Bird, his lover and best friend since childhood. “Birdy,” he whispers, his »
« to ring, figuring it to be the least suspicious response.
“I’ve gotta go, Bird.” He speaks again quickly, pausing just long enough to hear the sounds of her crying on the other line.
He can barely fathom the emotions behind her tone and the way their son speaks so clearly, asking for Sam. It’s a lot to process as he stares blankly at the dashboard of his car. It’s then that he realizes that he shouldn’t have spoke. Certainly shouldn’t have called either, »
the silence felt like forever until she heard his voice and her heart sped up, she cries out and places a hand on her chest.
“where are you?!” she asked in a concerned tone, if only she had knew what he had been through, what those people said to him. she would be —
« pounds incessantly in his ears.
In an untimely manner, the phone in his passenger seat begins ringing. Reluctantly, Sam reaches over to check the Caller ID, seeing Samuel’s name light up across the screen in bold letters. Silently cursing himself as he let’s it continue »