John Winchester (daddywinchester) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-15 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | john winchester, ruby |
WHO: John Winchester, Ruby.
WHERE: their house
WHEN: Wednesday, November 15, 2006; morning!
WHAT: Normal father/daughter morning.
RATING: PG, probably.
STATUS: thread; COMPLETE.
The telltale beep of the alarm followed by a swift thump of fist was the first sound heard in the dark bedroom, but it hadn't really been what woke John. Instead, he had been edging towards waking before that, with a feeling of something not quite right in those moments between complete slumber and total awakeness, a pressure that the deepest depths of the unconscious mind said should have been against his side and wasn't. Once fully awake, he chalked the sensation up to being a sentimental fool even years after his wife had walked out on him and his daughter and left their life and his bed empty of her, let the new-old pain of regret move through him and then dragged his half-unconscious backside down the stairs and out the door for his early morning run. Running was better than coffee for getting the body going, nature replacing artificial stimulants, and by the time John returned he was as awake as any man his age would have been with two cups of coffee. At least, that was the general concept, but damn did he feel more sluggish than normal. The run had seemed harder this morning too, as though he wasn't in the athletic shape he should be, but that he chalked up to staying up way too damn late on a Tuesday night with his daughter, chucking popcorn at the flatscreen TV in the den over some hilariously terrible horror movies that had been on one of the movie channels. Had to laugh at something that fake, even when the special effects were good, because the premise was still ridiculous. The house was still quiet when he jogged up the stairs, but it wouldn't be for long. Pausing before reaching his own room, he rapped on a closed door in a familiar loud-sharp pattern and then waited a few seconds. "Up and at 'em," he called, rapped the pattern once more and then headed back to his room to shower and dress for the morning. With just the two post-nine a.m. gym classes to handle today before lunch, he had a few hours to kill, but those he planned to spend at the college as he did every Wednesday, as he liked sharing a vehicle with his daughter. It was good to spend that time with her now that her young adult life was getting so busy. Too busy for him, he sometimes feared, that same feeling of dismay that all parents felt at children growing, but it was unique as well because they were a team. That's what he'd always said, her and him against the rest of the world when things got rough and when things were great. Family before all else, love conquers all and a hundred other sentimental cliches that John had struggled to teach his daughter while trying to be two parents at once, but he held them all to be true because she was the single most important thing in his whole world. Twenty minutes later, dressed in the track suit that was basically his work uniform, John headed down the stairs yet again, only this time toward the kitchen. "Pancakes or waffles?" he called out to the house at large, voice carrying. |