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Tweak says, "HERCULES MULLIGAN!"

John Winchester (spendsitonammo) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-27 11:09:00

Entry tags:

john winchester, sam winchester

Who: John and Sam Winchester
What: John learns the internet is not a demon.
When: TODAY
Where: Sam's place.
warnings: Probably none except lulzy.

John decided to pay his son a visit. It'd been a hectic week. Being not-dead again. Reuniting with his family, with Mary. He still wasn't sure what to make of it. He wanted a happy ending, but his views on the world had worsened while being dead. He wan't sure if they were possible anymore in all reality. But he had another chance, and he decided to make something of it. He knew things were going to be awkward between him and Sam but he wanted to fix it. He wanted to at least try. They never had been the perfect father and son story. But just maybe this time things could be different. He took the address Sam had given him and easily found his way. He knew Lawrence by the back of his hand after all-and very little had changed except the feel of the city. So he weaved through streets and across town from where he stayed with Mary until he reached Sam's doorstep and knocked. "It's me." They needed to talk. Or hug. Or something. He was going to see each of his sons, first up was his youngest. There was an unwritten rule about that somewhere. Youngest goes first, but oldest gets the extra cookie. Fatherly type rules nobody really understood, but they made a great excuse.

He tucked his hands into his jacket that he hadn't stopped wearing since his family found him at the coordinates he'd provided. It was his favorite, and it made him feel real. It was something he could physically touch to keep him down to earth. He wanted to make sure Sam was alright. The other night he'd passed out, and John was worried, even if his kids didn't believe it, he did have some fatherly nurturing instincts, and worry was a big one. Part of him worried that Sam wouldn't even open the door for him, and he'd be standing out there for decades with hopeful thoughts that rarely ever came to pass. And for the Winchesters, even more rare. There luck had been bad since the day he lost Mary and became obsessed with killing the thing that took her from his family and hurt them so deeply. Mary's death had torn them apart. He knew he hadn't been the best father. But he wanted to try.

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-09-29 02:36 am UTC (link)

Sam's motel wasn't exactly what one would call paradise, but it was certainly a place that he was fine and comfortable with. He definitely preferred the apartment that he shared with Ruby to this place, but it was gonna have to do for now. Sam didn't want to risk losing it in front of her. He was still fighting off his addiction and, with the way that he had been before, he really didn't trust himself around her. He wanted to be around her; Sam had told her as much recently, stating that they could try the whole alone time thing again once they dealt with all that War had thrust upon them. But with everything that was going on now - between Dean dying, Dad coming back, and Adam showing up - Sam kind of had his hands full. He'd find the time to see her before he and Dean took off on their need-a-break-from-Lawrence trip. Sam would make damn sure that he did. Until then, he had other stuff to deal with. Like the man knocking at his door. He had been resting and hadn't expected any company, but there was no way Sam was going to get upset with his father for dropping by. It was Dad. Alive. Sam would sleep when he was dead (again). Dad was far more important.

"Yeah," Sam replied in response to his father's voice, long legs swinging off the old, rickety motel bed he'd been stretched out across. "Hang on." Fingers pushing through his dark hair, Sam tiredly shuffled across the room and reached for the doorknob. He hated to admit, even to himself, that he was half afraid to face the man waiting for him on the other side. Sam and John Winchester had butted heads plenty in the past, but none of what they had argued over had anything on all that Sam had on his shoulders now. End of the world. He'd turned himself into a monster and practically condemned everyone to death; Sam feared that if Dad actually knew that fact, he'd be marching to his door with a rifle in his hands.

Not that he didn't deserve it.

Sam awkwardly pulled the door open and tried for a smile. Even with all that anxiety rumbling under the surface, Sam couldn't deny that it was good to see his Dad alive and well again. "I wasn't expecting you."

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