Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep (disassociate) wrote in spn_fic, @ 2007-12-15 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: disassociate, ch: dean, ch: john, ch: mary, ch: sam, length: ficlet (500-999 words), rating: pg-13 (frt), type: general |
Supernatural: John Winchester
Title: No more.
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, mention of Mary and Sam
Word Count: 589
Disclaimer: Belong to Kripke, not mine.
A/N: - -
John remembered the first night Dean was born and how he had sat there most of the night holding his little boy. He looked down at the wide eyed infant as he looked around studying everything. He smiled and held the tiny hand in his speaking softly.
"Observant little man aren't you Dean? Alert and ready, you'll make a good soldier one day just like your daddy. You'll take care of everyone and watch out for them won't you?"
He smiled as Dean wriggled in his arms he kissed his forehead gently
"Love you Dean"
He spent time with his son, played catch. He taught Dean how to throw a football. How to catch it, run and dodge before he got hit. He was proud of how quick Dean was on his feet. He came to find Dean loved baseball, that he was always wanting to play catch. So he and Mary signed him up and they never missed a game to watch their boy play.
When Sammy was born John smiled and held his second son, he could already see the difference. Sammy also began looking around, but John could see the difference, saw the eyes scanning trying to learn every detail. Sam reached out for things wanting to touch them to learn more about them. He smiled gently and kissed his forehead.
"You gonna be smarter then your old man, gonna have mommy's smarts. Gonna go off and become a doctor or lawyer. Love you Sammy boy"
He smiled and looked up smiling as Mary rested. They had the perfect family life. They took turns getting up in the night when the babies cried. They took turns feeding them, John even muddled through trying to cook food for Dean. He had this for six months before Mary was ripped away from him.
The night Mary died he sat on the hood of his Impala holding them close promising them everything would be okay. Even if it wasn't, if it was okay Mary would be with them on the Impala watching the house burn away. He watched as part of him died in those flames. He tried his best to be there for Dean and Sam even as he felt partially hollow inside. He didn't do the best as he fell under the hold of the bottle. It made him feel numb and forget for a brief moment the pain he felt.
He got a wake up call one night when he was too drunk to stand. He went to move and fell over as Dean came in. The look of fear on Dean's face made his heart sink. The recognition that Dean knew what had caused it as he found the bottles and began quickly dumping them up looking to John.
"No more drink daddy"
John watched as Dean left and went back to bed with Sam and John let himself break down and cry in that moment. He let down his wall and let it all out, all the pain he felt. When he was done he stood and went into the boys' room looking down at them sleeping speaking gently.
"Sorry boys, sorry I got so lost you were without your father too. I'm here now and I'll protect you."
That was the start of a new life for John Winchester. Though sacrifices were made, proper schooling on a permanent basis. Dean's T-ball. It was all replaced with guns and being taught to hunt. They were taught Latin and whatever else they needed to be able to read. He was training them in case this thing came back.