Kevin sat flipping through a book in the bunker. When Dean walked in and saw that it didn’t look like one of his usual books, he said “hey kev, watcha reading?”
Kevin just sat there staring at him, a little angry but mostly sad. Then he turned the book to show Dean its cover: A Guide to Sign Language.
“Oh, sorry, man. I just forgot for a second there.” He immediately felt really guilty, not just for the social blunder, but for the part he played in Kevin becoming mute.
Dean’s eyebrows perked up as he remembered something. “I think Sam knows some ASL. He took a class in Stanford or something”
When Kevin looked pleased by the thought, Dean went off to a different part of the bunker to go find Sam.
Sam came over a few minutes later with two glasses of water and a sympathizing look on his face.
He made some motions with his hands, but Kevin couldn’t follow. Then, realizing the last thing Kevin wanted was for him to start talking to explain, he wrote on a pad of paper what he had just signed. It read “I know this must be difficult. I can help though”
They worked for hours. Kevin was the type to not give up, even though it was extremely difficult learning a new language. The whole time, it was silent. Kevin couldn’t speak, and Sam respectfully chose not to.
Late into the night, when they were closing up the books for the night and they were about to go to their bedrooms, Kevin signed a simple gesture that meant “thank you.”
Sam spent the next hour or so with Kevin as he went to bed, just to be a warm presence for the boy who was clearly still a wreck.
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FILL, Team Benny/Dean, Learning to Sign
Date: 2013-11-03 09:42 am (UTC)Kevin just sat there staring at him, a little angry but mostly sad. Then he turned the book to show Dean its cover: A Guide to Sign Language.
“Oh, sorry, man. I just forgot for a second there.” He immediately felt really guilty, not just for the social blunder, but for the part he played in Kevin becoming mute.
Dean’s eyebrows perked up as he remembered something. “I think Sam knows some ASL. He took a class in Stanford or something”
When Kevin looked pleased by the thought, Dean went off to a different part of the bunker to go find Sam.
Sam came over a few minutes later with two glasses of water and a sympathizing look on his face.
He made some motions with his hands, but Kevin couldn’t follow. Then, realizing the last thing Kevin wanted was for him to start talking to explain, he wrote on a pad of paper what he had just signed. It read “I know this must be difficult. I can help though”
They worked for hours. Kevin was the type to not give up, even though it was extremely difficult learning a new language. The whole time, it was silent. Kevin couldn’t speak, and Sam respectfully chose not to.
Late into the night, when they were closing up the books for the night and they were about to go to their bedrooms, Kevin signed a simple gesture that meant “thank you.”
Sam spent the next hour or so with Kevin as he went to bed, just to be a warm presence for the boy who was clearly still a wreck.