Comments | wayward_dad: We'll be fighting in the streets/ With our children at our feet

wayward_dad

We'll be fighting in the streets/ With our children at our feet

Oct 11, 2009 17:37

[Timed to just after Sam's debut.]Cautiously opening up the door of his hut, John looked left, then right, and then left again. The boys were out of sight, which meant the coast was clear. He hadn't wanted to interrupt the things they needed to say to one another away from him, and so he bade his time inside, murmuring softly to Terpsichore while ( Read more... )

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steel_singer October 12 2009, 05:13:07 UTC

The knock was so loud and sudden, Bobby just about jumped outta his goddamn skin. John's voice was unmistakable, and Bobby wasted no time gettin' to the door and flingin' it open. John Winchester didn't go around bangin' on people's doors for no reason.

"The hell's goin' on, John?" Bobby said gruffly, frowning as he glanced between John and Cori tucked in her sling.

wayward_dad October 18 2009, 18:45:14 UTC

There was no time to waste on greetings and insignificant pleasantries, so John shoved those to the wayside just as he shoved his way inside Bobby's modest hut. Adjusting the baby in the sling, he drove his foot backwards, the sole of his thick boots connecting with the door and sending it flying to slam shut.

"Sam's back," he said grimly. And the world goes to Hell. Literally, was left unspoken but hung there between them all the same.

steel_singer October 18 2009, 21:47:29 UTC

Bobby's eyebrows shot upward. "Sam's back?" he echoed, slightly incredulous - not because of the fact that Sam was back, but from the grim way John was deliverin' the news. "I'd think you'd be happy to see your boy again, at least. What else happened? Did he say somethin'?" When was he from?

wayward_dad October 18 2009, 22:27:32 UTC

It wasn't that John wasn't happy to see Sam again. That wasn't the issue here.

The issue was what Sam had said and what was going on where he came from. John was tore up inside about that, knowing what was to come and that there wasn't a damned thing he could do to change it, change any of it.

"He's from the apocalypse, Bobby. The real damned deal -- and he started it," John said shortly, growing silent to let the gravity of that sink in.

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