DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural
A/N: Whoa. This is weird, it's very weird. Probably damn creepy too. I think that this is an AU where Dean and Mary died in the fire and John isn't a hunter. That makes the most sense, I think. Sorry for abusing Sammy again (nervous laughter.) I love the guy, I really do, but for some strange reason I keep doing horrible things to the poor dude.
He likes the wallpaper.
It's old but it's nice. Some sort of bright orange thing; he heard the landlady say something about it being seventies once. He likes seventies. It's bright and cheery. He could look at it all day; admire the strange flower-shaped patterns, peer at that little part of wall that was bare. What had happened there? Had someone ripped a bit of the wallpaper off or was it just an accident? Maybe a monster came and gobbled the wallpaper up. He doesn't blame it; that wallpaper looks tasty, all bright and nice.
He feels like giggling. His teacher told him that he had a vivid imagination once. He wasn't sure what it meant; maybe it was something bad?
Imagining things is fun. The real world is so boring and not very bright and cheery. He wishes he could just sit around all day and dream, but he isn't allowed. No, that would make daddy very angry. And you know that I don't like it when you make me angry, right, Sammy?
He wants to say no, daddy I don't like you when you're angry or when you're sad or when you're happy. I don't like you anytime. But that would be bad of him, and he isn't a bad kid. Really, he isn't. Daddy doesn't believe him when he says that, though. Even when he tells daddy that his teacher said that, that all his teachers said that, daddy still doesn't believe him. He still says that Sammy is bad kid and he has to be punished.
He always used to ask daddy what he was being punished for, why he was being punished. I'm sorry, daddy, what did I do wrong, daddy? He doesn't anymore, because all daddy will tell him is that he's bad.
Once daddy told him it was because he killed mommy.
He… isn't sure what to think about that. He doesn't remember killing mommy. How do you kill mommies anyway? He couldn't beat her up like daddy does to him; he's not big enough. He isn't big enough to stand up to daddy, so how can he be big enough to kill a mommy? Nothing daddy tells him makes any sense. He thinks, quiet and mouse-like when no-one around is around to hear it, that daddy is maybe a liar.
Warmth trickles down his back, underneath his boxers, in between the cheeks of his bottom; it tickles, and he feels like laughing. But he can't, because daddy doesn't like that. When daddy punishes him, he likes Sammy to be silent.
So when daddy punishes him, he looks at the wall. It's a nice wall, when the orange isn't all stained with sticky red stuff.