SPN Gen fic - Tools of the Trade - John and wee Dean PG13

[eloise_bright]

The holidays are slipping away quicker than I hoped. I've been spending time with the girlies, and doing some spring-cleaning in the bedrooms. I've been working on my Asylum fic, and a shorter piece for 50scenesIt's mostly me trying to get into John's headspace early in his hunting life, prompted by Dean's revelation in 'No Exit' that John took him

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[astrothsknot]

That's lovely and I get John in this one. My son doesn't sleep either.

[eloise_bright]

Thanks. My littlest girlie didn't sleep. We spent four years teetering on the edges of our bed, while she sprawled in the middle, cooing and kicking at three in the morning. *sighs*

[musesfool]

*sniffle*

This is heartbreaking and so believable.

[eloise_bright]

Thank you! I'm glad it feel realistic to you.

[iamstealthyone]

Nicely done. It makes me sad, how Dean and John get so out of sync after Mary dies. It’s understandable, though. They’re both trying so hard to figure out how to move on.

Favorite lines:

That was fine until one night they found a mound of soft toys piled in the corner of the crib, and fifteen-month-old Dean asleep at the top of the stairs, and realized that older unfortunately meant smarter.

*g*

“Yes, sir,” he says, and it’s not fear that makes him whisper this time.

Mary would hate this.

Yup, she would.

[eloise_bright]

Thank you! I keep thinking back to that first scene in the pilot, when John comes in and Dean runs to him, so excited to see his dad home. Their easy conversation, the fact that John puts him to bed, it speaks of a good father/son relationship. So much was lost after Mary's death.

The soft toy mountain in the corner of the crib was my speciality. My mother had to take all the toys out of my crib at night, to prevent escape. *g*

[iamstealthyone]

The soft toy mountain in the corner of the crib was my speciality. My mother had to take all the toys out of my crib at night, to prevent escape.

Tee hee! :)

[saberivojo]

I can understand why John is ashamed about initiating a fight or flight response with his own son. That hurts. But John, even early on is starting to build the ground work that makes Sam and Dean the young men they are today. It is not always pretty, but they made it through and survived, largely because of John.

I love the little recollection of Dean and John working under the Impala. How it changes into Dean learning at Dad's side about the new tools of the trade.

Lovely.

[eloise_bright]

Thank you! I think they were both lost at this point in their relationship. John felt he'd let his sons down, failed to protect their mother. Dean's lost not only his mom, but the father he remembers from before the fire, and he's desperately trying to find a way to connect with John. The hunting/guns seems to be the best way of finding some common ground.

[dotfic]

The image of Dean watching John working in the Impala is so great. Love their interaction in this, John's realization at how he's buried himself so far in this new life he's lost touch with his child. They're heartbreaking here and you have them go from distant to close so believably.

[eloise_bright]

Thanks. I have this vision of John and little Dean working on the car around dusk. Dean just absorbing John's love for the Impala. I figured Dean would see John's absorption with weapons as a way to reconnect with him again.