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Title: Something to Say
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, John, Sam, Pastor Jim (pre-series)
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #28, Speak
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Somebody had to say it.
On top of everything else he’d had to try to wrap his brain around the past couple of months, John was honestly concerned about Dean’s refusal to speak. He’d gone quiet after the fire, and had only communicated with his father by nodding or shaking his head, pointing at things or gesturing the best way he knew how. Hell, barely five years old, Dean couldn’t read or write much except his name, so they couldn’t even pass notes.
Jim had told him Dean would start talking again in his own time, and John believed that to be true, but it still scared him. What if it didn’t pass? What if Dean never spoke again? The only thing the kid really seemed interested in now was his baby brother. Sammy had Dean’s attention all the time. John hoped maybe one day he’d hear his older boy singing a lullaby or something, but it didn’t happen.
One night at Jim’s, John found himself in a familiar situation - rocking Sammy and trying to soothe him to sleep after giving him some infant’s Tylenol for teething. Dean had gone to bed hours earlier, but Sam was still fussing. Behind him, he heard the sound he’d been waiting for.
Dean sounded like he was sick, his voice scratchy from disuse. “Whiskey.”
John’s shock was obvious as he crouched down so he could be at Dean’s level. “What’d you say, son?”
It took a minute, but Dean was able to come up with the rest. “Mommy told me you put whiskey on my teeth when they made me cry.”
Dean hadn’t wanted to speak, but Sammy wasn’t old enough. Somebody had to do it.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean, John, Sam, Pastor Jim (pre-series)
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #28, Speak
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Somebody had to say it.
On top of everything else he’d had to try to wrap his brain around the past couple of months, John was honestly concerned about Dean’s refusal to speak. He’d gone quiet after the fire, and had only communicated with his father by nodding or shaking his head, pointing at things or gesturing the best way he knew how. Hell, barely five years old, Dean couldn’t read or write much except his name, so they couldn’t even pass notes.
Jim had told him Dean would start talking again in his own time, and John believed that to be true, but it still scared him. What if it didn’t pass? What if Dean never spoke again? The only thing the kid really seemed interested in now was his baby brother. Sammy had Dean’s attention all the time. John hoped maybe one day he’d hear his older boy singing a lullaby or something, but it didn’t happen.
One night at Jim’s, John found himself in a familiar situation - rocking Sammy and trying to soothe him to sleep after giving him some infant’s Tylenol for teething. Dean had gone to bed hours earlier, but Sam was still fussing. Behind him, he heard the sound he’d been waiting for.
Dean sounded like he was sick, his voice scratchy from disuse. “Whiskey.”
John’s shock was obvious as he crouched down so he could be at Dean’s level. “What’d you say, son?”
It took a minute, but Dean was able to come up with the rest. “Mommy told me you put whiskey on my teeth when they made me cry.”
Dean hadn’t wanted to speak, but Sammy wasn’t old enough. Somebody had to do it.