those next times which never come - SN drabble - PG13ish
Title: those next times which never come
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Helen Hunt Jackson.
Warnings: spoilers for season two. Is that even a warning anymore?
Pairings: John/Jo
Rating: PG13ish
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Dedication: dreamlittleyo
You look just like your daddy, is the first thing he ever says to her. She never does figure out if that’s good or not.
o0o
I got two boys about your age, he says, sipping his Jack Daniels.
She takes a hearty bite of her burger and answers, That’s nice while her mouth is full.
He grins.
o0o
What’s Billy Harvelle’s little girl doin’ out here alone? he asks, cupping her cheek with one large, calloused hand. Shouldn’t you be at home with your mama?
She moves even closer, pressing in tight enough to hear his heartbeat over the noise from the next room.
o0o
He calls her Mary. She calls him Daddy.
Neither of them mentions it as they dress and go their separate ways the next morning.
o0o
Mom hugs her and Ash claps her on the shoulder. She never forgets but she doesn’t think about it, until the day she shoves a gun into the back of his son.
She doesn’t cry. But she thinks that might be why she throws herself at Dean so hard.
He’s not his father, and she wishes he was.
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Helen Hunt Jackson.
Warnings: spoilers for season two. Is that even a warning anymore?
Pairings: John/Jo
Rating: PG13ish
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Dedication: dreamlittleyo
You look just like your daddy, is the first thing he ever says to her. She never does figure out if that’s good or not.
o0o
I got two boys about your age, he says, sipping his Jack Daniels.
She takes a hearty bite of her burger and answers, That’s nice while her mouth is full.
He grins.
o0o
What’s Billy Harvelle’s little girl doin’ out here alone? he asks, cupping her cheek with one large, calloused hand. Shouldn’t you be at home with your mama?
She moves even closer, pressing in tight enough to hear his heartbeat over the noise from the next room.
o0o
He calls her Mary. She calls him Daddy.
Neither of them mentions it as they dress and go their separate ways the next morning.
o0o
Mom hugs her and Ash claps her on the shoulder. She never forgets but she doesn’t think about it, until the day she shoves a gun into the back of his son.
She doesn’t cry. But she thinks that might be why she throws herself at Dean so hard.
He’s not his father, and she wishes he was.