samndean

Fic: Technicolor Pachyderms [SPN]

for kalliel's prompt: 900 Amelia Richardsons. 12,000 Amelia Richardsons!



The summer Sam was seven, they lived close enough to a Blockbuster--and John gave them enough cash for groceries--to rent one video every week. Mostly Dean let Sam pick, though when Sam wanted The Princess Bride they almost had a fight in the middle of the store before Dean capitulated, on the grounds that they get The Karate Kid next. (They wound up watching it twice-daily for the entire week, debating every time whether Westley or Inigo was braver.)

Years later, those are the only two movies Sam can remember, aside from the last one before they moved: Dumbo, which Dean really should've vetoed--but Sam had been upset about having to leave and so Dean (as always) had acquiesced.

Sam still has nightmares about that one scene sometimes--well, okay, not so much since his stint down in the Cage; he's had other things to darken his dreams in recent years. But even in college he used to wake up panicked, expecting to still see endless streams of ever-changing pink elephants, melding and splitting and morphing into one grotesquery after another.

"Sam, you all right?" He half expects to see pink elephants now, but instead it's all human faces that blur and blend into each other. "Hey--you're starting to worry me a little." But the faces are narrow and pointy where they should be square, and the hair's too dark and the voice too high and he wants Dean, Dean who can assure him that drinking beer doesn't actually do that and Timothy the mouse is a chump and the elephants weren't even there in the first place, so what's there to be scared of?--but there's no Dean, just this woman he doesn't know, and there's too many of her and why can't everything just go away so he can wake up and be in bed where he should be with Dean in the bed next to his and the familiar dingy walls of their motel room waiting for dad to come home so they can move to the next motel and the next one after that--

"SAM!" the women all say and then the world conveniently goes dark.



When he wakes up he's cold and wet and shivering, and Amelia is wiping him with a damp cloth. "No, don't," she says when he tries to sit up. "We still need to bring your temperature down more." Her mouth quirks in that way that could be either a frown or a smile. "Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I tell you to go get a flu shot."

So he's stuck there on the floor, mostly naked, feeling miserable and strangely bereft and trying not to think of how the whole situation would've had Dean making jokes about nurses and sponge baths.

"At least you fell down in front of the TV," Amelia tells him. "Now that you're awake again, you want me to put something on?"

"Sure," Sam manages despite stiff lips and a dry mouth. "Doesn't matter what."

"And love, twu wuv, will fowwow you fowevver--" says the TV.

"Just not that," Sam says in reply, and doesn't complain when they wind up watching CSI for the next day and a half.

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Oh lovely...feverish flu-ridden Sam angst for the win!. Kalliel is going to love this!
An even-handed Amelia story--scarcer than hens' teeth! And totally believable...

I have spent way too much time trying to make the aberration of the Sam/Amelia story fit into the rest of the SPN canon...This is at least a clue. Thank you!
You're very welcome! I've done my own wrestling with that story line over the years--and I must say that having it revisited in s11 helped it make a bit more sense in retrospect.

And thank you for the compliment! One of kalliel's requests was "no Amelia-bashing", and I took my best shot at writing her as someone Sam could believably bear to be around.
Kalliel is going to adore this! Feverish Sammy is always a winner in my book!
//the faces are narrow and pointy where they should be square, and the hair's too dark and the voice too high and he wants Dean// I love that Sam in his flu delirium reverts to a child in his thoughts and nightmares :)

Aw.... {sniff}. Sam wanting to watch anything but The Princess Bride got me right in the heart.
It's funny how the writing process goes--I had the BlockBuster bit at the beginning just because it was the only way I could figure out how to bring in Dumbo and Dumbo was the only angle I could get on the prompt. So getting some actual payoff for the originally throw-away "Princess Bride" reference was a pleasant surprise when reached the end.
I loved how you painted Amelia here; supportive and concerned. And I will never tire of feverish Sam - I love this. Thank you for sharing :)
You're quite welcome. ;)

I wanted to write Amelia as someone Sam could plausibly imagine settling down with for the long haul. Glad you liked this version of her.