Oh, you'll love me for this one.
Yes, well, let's get on with it, shall we? Also, I should learn to come up with a title and summary before I start on the alcohol. Sheesh.
Title: Haven
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: John, Sam and Dean. Pairing-free.
Notes: ~700 words. Wee!Chesters and implied character death (again, I'm on a roll here).
Disclaimers: Not mine, making no money.
Summary: John's favourite place is on the open road with his boys.
“Shove off, Sammy.”
“Not doing anything!”
“Yeah, y'are. Stop it.”
“But I'm not doing anything!”
“You're blowing all over me.”
“No I'm not, it's the wind.”
“It's not, it's you.”
“S'not.”
“Is.”
“Not.”
“Is.”
“Not.”
“Boys,” warns John and both of them face forward. John's watching them in the rear view mirror. Dean's trying to read an old comic but Sammy's bored, so not much reading is getting done. John splits his attention between the road and watching his sons shooting accusing looks at each other.
“Dean,” says Sammy. Dean ignores him and turns the page. “Deeeaaaan. Dean. Deanie, Dean-o, Dean, Dean, DeanDeanDeanDean,”
“What is it?” Dean finally snaps.
“Will ya read to me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“'Cause you smell.”
“I do not!”
“Yeah, y'do.”
“Daaaaaad!” Sammy whines, and it's the sweetest sound John's ever heard.
“Yes, Sammy?”
“Dean said I smell.” John glances at the mirror to find his youngest is sporting the cutest scowl ever.
“Dean, don't tell your brother he smells.”
“But he does,” says Dean matter-of-factly, “Everyone smells of something.” He's looking at John earnestly over the top of his comic.
“Still, no need to tell them that.” Dean sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
“Dad!” calls Sammy.
“Yeah?”
“Make Dean read to me; he's being mean.”
“I'm not being mean, you're being annoying.”
“I'm only being annoying 'cause you're being mean.”
“Nuh-uh, you were annoying first.”
“Dean,” says John before Sammy can reply. Dean looks up. “Share your comic with your brother.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“But he always messes the pages up.”
“I do not!” says Sammy indignantly, but both John and Dean ignore him.
“You'll just have to make sure he doesn't.”
“But I've already read half of it!” John takes a good look at the comic book.
“You've read that one at least twenty times, anyway. Another once isn't going to hurt.”
“Okay,” says Dean grudgingly and shuffles over so a gleeful Sammy can see better. They're quiet after that, except for a few secret words and hushed giggles. John smiles as he drives and turns the radio up.
By the time he pulls into a motel parking lot, Sam and Dean have finished the comic and are engaged in sporadic conversation about something that they understand, but John sure doesn't.
“We stopping here?” Dean asks when John turns the engine off.
“Yeah,” says John after a moment.
“Want me to get the bags out?”
“No, you just... You wait here.” He puts his hand on the door handle and then stops. He takes a deep, shuddering breath then turns to face the boys. “Come here, the both of you, let me get a look at you.” Sam stands up, still short enough to stand in the car, Dean kneels and leans on the back of the front seat.
“Wha's wrong?” Sammy asks, looking up into John's face.
“Nothing, nothing's wrong,” though the tears gathering in his eyes tell a different story. “Just want to remember you as you are, that's all.”
“Remember us? Dad? Where are you going?” asks Dean, voice small and scared at his dad's sudden change in demeanour.
“You know... you boys know I love you, don't you?”
“Yeah, of course,” says Dean, “Dad? What's going on?”
“Don't cry, Daddy,” says Sammy, patting John's arm in what could be a soothing gesture. John smiles at his sons, then reaches over the back of the seat and pulls them both into a hug.
“Dad? You're scaring me.” John pulls back and looks into Dean's eyes.
“Don't be scared.” He grins, wiping the few errant tears off his face. He turns around and puts his hand back on the door handle.
“Daddy, where you going?” John looks back over his shoulder at Sammy, who looks so lost and alone back there that John doesn't want to leave, never wants to leave.
“I'm just going to get a room, don't you worry. Just wait here.”
“You're coming back, right?” John twists further so he can see Dean.
“I'll always come back.” He manages a wink, which gets tentative smiles out of both his boys. John finally opens the door and climbs out of the car. He takes a few steps towards the motel office before he has to stop and get himself back under control. He wipes his eyes again and calms his breathing down.
He looks back at the car and even though he's expecting it, it still feels like his heart's ripping in two when he sees that it's cold and empty.
The End.
Forgive me, John!
Title: Haven
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: John, Sam and Dean. Pairing-free.
Notes: ~700 words. Wee!Chesters and implied character death (again, I'm on a roll here).
Disclaimers: Not mine, making no money.
Summary: John's favourite place is on the open road with his boys.
“Shove off, Sammy.”
“Not doing anything!”
“Yeah, y'are. Stop it.”
“But I'm not doing anything!”
“You're blowing all over me.”
“No I'm not, it's the wind.”
“It's not, it's you.”
“S'not.”
“Is.”
“Not.”
“Is.”
“Not.”
“Boys,” warns John and both of them face forward. John's watching them in the rear view mirror. Dean's trying to read an old comic but Sammy's bored, so not much reading is getting done. John splits his attention between the road and watching his sons shooting accusing looks at each other.
“Dean,” says Sammy. Dean ignores him and turns the page. “Deeeaaaan. Dean. Deanie, Dean-o, Dean, Dean, DeanDeanDeanDean,”
“What is it?” Dean finally snaps.
“Will ya read to me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“'Cause you smell.”
“I do not!”
“Yeah, y'do.”
“Daaaaaad!” Sammy whines, and it's the sweetest sound John's ever heard.
“Yes, Sammy?”
“Dean said I smell.” John glances at the mirror to find his youngest is sporting the cutest scowl ever.
“Dean, don't tell your brother he smells.”
“But he does,” says Dean matter-of-factly, “Everyone smells of something.” He's looking at John earnestly over the top of his comic.
“Still, no need to tell them that.” Dean sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
“Dad!” calls Sammy.
“Yeah?”
“Make Dean read to me; he's being mean.”
“I'm not being mean, you're being annoying.”
“I'm only being annoying 'cause you're being mean.”
“Nuh-uh, you were annoying first.”
“Dean,” says John before Sammy can reply. Dean looks up. “Share your comic with your brother.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“But he always messes the pages up.”
“I do not!” says Sammy indignantly, but both John and Dean ignore him.
“You'll just have to make sure he doesn't.”
“But I've already read half of it!” John takes a good look at the comic book.
“You've read that one at least twenty times, anyway. Another once isn't going to hurt.”
“Okay,” says Dean grudgingly and shuffles over so a gleeful Sammy can see better. They're quiet after that, except for a few secret words and hushed giggles. John smiles as he drives and turns the radio up.
By the time he pulls into a motel parking lot, Sam and Dean have finished the comic and are engaged in sporadic conversation about something that they understand, but John sure doesn't.
“We stopping here?” Dean asks when John turns the engine off.
“Yeah,” says John after a moment.
“Want me to get the bags out?”
“No, you just... You wait here.” He puts his hand on the door handle and then stops. He takes a deep, shuddering breath then turns to face the boys. “Come here, the both of you, let me get a look at you.” Sam stands up, still short enough to stand in the car, Dean kneels and leans on the back of the front seat.
“Wha's wrong?” Sammy asks, looking up into John's face.
“Nothing, nothing's wrong,” though the tears gathering in his eyes tell a different story. “Just want to remember you as you are, that's all.”
“Remember us? Dad? Where are you going?” asks Dean, voice small and scared at his dad's sudden change in demeanour.
“You know... you boys know I love you, don't you?”
“Yeah, of course,” says Dean, “Dad? What's going on?”
“Don't cry, Daddy,” says Sammy, patting John's arm in what could be a soothing gesture. John smiles at his sons, then reaches over the back of the seat and pulls them both into a hug.
“Dad? You're scaring me.” John pulls back and looks into Dean's eyes.
“Don't be scared.” He grins, wiping the few errant tears off his face. He turns around and puts his hand back on the door handle.
“Daddy, where you going?” John looks back over his shoulder at Sammy, who looks so lost and alone back there that John doesn't want to leave, never wants to leave.
“I'm just going to get a room, don't you worry. Just wait here.”
“You're coming back, right?” John twists further so he can see Dean.
“I'll always come back.” He manages a wink, which gets tentative smiles out of both his boys. John finally opens the door and climbs out of the car. He takes a few steps towards the motel office before he has to stop and get himself back under control. He wipes his eyes again and calms his breathing down.
He looks back at the car and even though he's expecting it, it still feels like his heart's ripping in two when he sees that it's cold and empty.
The End.
Forgive me, John!