say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

004. imaginary friend

Sam goes into the kitchen and turns the light on.

"Hi, daddy." Serena calls, the three kids gathered around the table.

"Hey, guys." Sam quietly greets. His brain isn't active enough to question why all 3 of his children are surrounding the table at 6:30 in the morning. He goes over to the coffee maker and grabs the pot, moving to the sink. He fills it up and makes his way back over to the coffee maker, putting the pot back. He stops, frowning as he thinks of what he just saw over his children's heads.

Sam slowly moves back to the table, observing the junk food that his kids are devouring.

"What are you guys--"

Sam suddenly turns around and punches the air, Carly giving him a weird look while the other two giggle. Sam grips onto the air and holds his other hand up in a fist.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Is daddy losing it?" Wyatt whispers to his older sister.

"I think he lost it a long time ago." Carly mutters, taking another bite of the marshmallow nachos.

"Sully?" Sam asks. "No. You're not real. This can't be happening." Sam says.

"Dude. Who you talking to?" Dean asks as he and Miranda both walk into the kitchen.

"Him." Sam nods in an empty direction.

"Why are they awake?" Miranda asks, glancing between her children.

"Serena woke us up." Wyatt says.

"What the hell?" Miranda mutters, looking at all of the junk food.

"Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?" Dean asks. He notices the food on the table. "What is all of this shit? When did you start eating this stuff? Is that marshmallows on nachos?"

"Uh-huh." Carly grins and nods, continuing to eat them.

"Oh, God." Miranda quietly groans.

"Yeah, this wasn't me." Sam says.

"It was me." They all turn to Sully. Miranda freezes, her jaw falling slack as she stares at the man in rainbow suspenders. "And those are delicious."

"Oh, hell, no." Miranda marches over to the table, keeping all of her children close, preventing them from anymore food.

"Mommy--" Serena whines.

"No." Miranda firmly states making the youngest pout.

"Wait a second. Can you see him?" Sam asks.

Miranda and Dean both nod.

"Guys, this is... I think is... Sully. My friend from when I was a kid." Sam says.

"You had friends as a kid?" Miranda asks. Sam frowns at her. "No, not-- not because of your personality, I-I meant because of moving all the time."

"You mean Mork from Ork here is your dumbass imaginary friend Sully?" Dean asks.

"Um, I'm not dumb or ass." Sully says.

"I'm gonna get my gun." Dean says, starting to leave.

"No, please." Sully begs and Dean turns around, holding his hands out defensively. "Someone killed my friend."

"You mean your imaginary imaginary friend?" Dean asks.

"First off, imaginary friend is more of a descriptive term. How you just said it? That was a little offensive, just to be honest."