Sam Winchester was a single father. He had two wonderful kids that were in college and was doing something with their life.

While he was at home, working three jobs to support them.

But, he didn't mind.

As long as his kids were able to go through school, he'd skip out on eating if he had to.

Which he's done before.

Sam was the type of person who never asked for anything. Especially money. When his girlfriend, Jess, died and left him with their two kids, Jamaica and Thomas, people asked him if he would be fine and he would say yes.

Even though he knew he would need all the help he could get.

But, he wanted to be independent. His kids may not have had the luxury life, but they never missed out on any class trips, they were fed, they had clothes on their back, and a nice little home.

Sam was proud of himself, to say the least.

So, here we are, Sam is getting ready for his job at the bar. He put on his nice jeans and shirt. Just as he buttoned the last button, his phone started to ring.

He looked over at it and noticed he was getting a face time call from Thomas. He smiled and pressed answer.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey Tom! What's up?" Sam placed his phone next to him on the bed as he started to put on his shoes.

"I wanted to show you something I drew for art class before you went to work."

"Alright, give me a second." Sam finished putting on his shoes and he picked up his phone again. "Let me see it!"

Tom smiled and put down his own phone. He disappeared from view and came back a few minutes later with his canvas. He picked up his phone again and showed the painting to his dad.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw the painting. "W-Wow, Tom. That's amazing."

The painting showed Jess doing a pirouette, arms stretched out wide, and a big smile on her face. Her eyes were sparkling just like they would in real life.

Next to Jess, there was Jamaica, doing the same move.

Jess and Jamacia were touching hands and around their hands, Tom had painted a little glow.

"Do you like it?" Tom asked softly.

Sam nodded. "I-I love it, Tom. It's beautiful."

Tom moved the canvas from frame. "My professor took a picture of it and it came out amazing. I'll send the picture to you."

"Alright, Tom. Thank you."

"You're welcome, dad. I know you gotta go, so I love you and I'll see you soon."

"I love you too, Tom. Be good and call if you need anything."

"I will. Bye dad."

"Bye Tom."

Their call ended and Sam let out a small sigh, feeling himself start to tear up, but he fought off the tears.

The painting just seemed so... Real. Tom had gotten every single detail of Jess and Jamaica right.

He shook himself out his thoughts and stood up. He needed to get to his job before he was late and probably get fired.

Sam gathered everything and walked out the house. He locked the door, went over to his car (that his dad had gave him when he went off to college) and got in. Taking a deep breath, he started the car and started driving.