SPN FIC - I Wuv Hugs
Just a little schmoop for the afternoon - riffing off of that shirt from Dark Side of the Moon - a shirt John isn't at all sure he's okay with.
CHARACTERS: John, Mary, wee!Dean
GENRE: Gen (background Het)
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 310 words
I WUV HUGS
By Carol Davis
He's giving her that look - that sour lemon look.
"What?" she sighs.
John turns and nods at Dean, who's quietly coloring at the kitchen table, wearing the sweet little blue t-shirt she found at K-Mart. I WUV HUGS, it says, and that's the truth: there's nothing Dean loves quite so much as a hug. (Though pie runs a close second.)
"You do know he's a boy, don't you?" John asks.
"I do. But they were all out of shirts that say HOW'S IT HANGING, DICKFACE?"
That takes John enough by surprise that he stands there slack-jawed and blinking. "You -" he sputters. "You know what I mean."
"He's four years old, John."
"He -"
"Four years old. Or does a picture of a teddy bear somehow neutralize testosterone?"
Her father would have had the same reaction to that shirt, she thinks. So would John's father. Dean, however, doesn't seem to be worried - he's already aware that the shirt is a guaranteed hug magnet, which means his squeal of "Wanna wear THAT shirt, Mommy!" is likely to recur. Over and over. Which is fine with her; she's as fond of hugs as he is.
"They didn't have one with -"
"What? Firetrucks? A mushroom cloud?"
"Maaaary," John groans.
There's one thing that will fix this. Holding back a smile, Mary crouches alongside Dean's chair and whispers in her son's ear.
"He DOES?" Dean squeals.
"Sure he does. Go see."
Without further prompting, Dean scrambles out of the chair, tears across the kitchen and flings his arms around John's legs. "Up, Daddy, up!" he demands, and once John has lifted him, Dean wraps him in a four-year-old's crushing bear hug, an embrace that immediately has John beaming and chuckling to himself.
"See?" Mary points out to her husband. "You wuv 'em, too. And tomorrow? I'm going back to K-Mart, to get you a shirt."
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CHARACTERS: John, Mary, wee!Dean
GENRE: Gen (background Het)
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None
LENGTH: 310 words
I WUV HUGS
By Carol Davis
He's giving her that look - that sour lemon look.
"What?" she sighs.
John turns and nods at Dean, who's quietly coloring at the kitchen table, wearing the sweet little blue t-shirt she found at K-Mart. I WUV HUGS, it says, and that's the truth: there's nothing Dean loves quite so much as a hug. (Though pie runs a close second.)
"You do know he's a boy, don't you?" John asks.
"I do. But they were all out of shirts that say HOW'S IT HANGING, DICKFACE?"
That takes John enough by surprise that he stands there slack-jawed and blinking. "You -" he sputters. "You know what I mean."
"He's four years old, John."
"He -"
"Four years old. Or does a picture of a teddy bear somehow neutralize testosterone?"
Her father would have had the same reaction to that shirt, she thinks. So would John's father. Dean, however, doesn't seem to be worried - he's already aware that the shirt is a guaranteed hug magnet, which means his squeal of "Wanna wear THAT shirt, Mommy!" is likely to recur. Over and over. Which is fine with her; she's as fond of hugs as he is.
"They didn't have one with -"
"What? Firetrucks? A mushroom cloud?"
"Maaaary," John groans.
There's one thing that will fix this. Holding back a smile, Mary crouches alongside Dean's chair and whispers in her son's ear.
"He DOES?" Dean squeals.
"Sure he does. Go see."
Without further prompting, Dean scrambles out of the chair, tears across the kitchen and flings his arms around John's legs. "Up, Daddy, up!" he demands, and once John has lifted him, Dean wraps him in a four-year-old's crushing bear hug, an embrace that immediately has John beaming and chuckling to himself.
"See?" Mary points out to her husband. "You wuv 'em, too. And tomorrow? I'm going back to K-Mart, to get you a shirt."
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