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18 November 2008 @ 04:57 pm
Trying To Get A Fix  
I've been having moments of utter need to write...
Except all I'm picking up is John Winchester, Castiel and partially Sylar. Weird.


Corner of lips pulled back into a grin as John let a laugh overturn the raspy tone in which he spoke. Coffee hued orbs found his older son stepping forward extending a bottle towards his father. John’s fingers fell upon the unopened beer, nodding a set thank you. Other palm fell across the top applying pressure. Dean’s words spoke of reason, one which even John Winchester shouldn’t deny himself. Still, this was a man who lived for his boys and a simple good word would never make right what he’d done.

Eyes seemed to drift off as they removed their glance from the newly opened bottle. Lips pressed together before John spoke. His words were linked to the past and with no real lead in, there was only the simple notion it must have been something he wanted to say to himself. Yet words had found themselves on his tongue, and weren’t easily pushed aside. “You know, your mother and I started a bet the day we found out you were going to be a boy.” Sight fell to Dean as he continued on, “She knew how much I was looking forward to taking my son out front an playin’ catch. Teach you bout football.” He paused. “She joked, you were going to be a famous basketball player, that football was for boring losers who have nothing better to do then run into each other.”

Throat swallowed as he heard Mary’s words. Remembered in perfect clarity the way it had been said, her soft laugh of knowing she was teasing her husband, and getting away with it. “But I told her, that I was still gonna teach ya, that you could be that famous basketball player but you were going to humor your ol’ man and toss the ball back and forth…” At this point John couldn’t keep the pain that realization had caused. Eyes were glossed over as they once again found Dean’s stare.

“Instead, I taught you how to shoot a gun. How to read someone, what a stakeout was, and how to pace yourself for sleepless nights. Taught you how to escape and evade. Basically put you through Marine training without the enlistment papers.” Smile once again found itself across the older man’s worn features. “And you didn’t complain… not even once.”

“Truth is Dean, that excuse might have worked but I’ve only been a Dad. Father? I tried… with all the mistakes, I tried …but I think that man died a long time ago.” With that bottle found itself against lips, as John took back a drink. Before head tilted back downing as much as he could.
 
 
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ashley: spn - broken; unable to movekitsu84 on November 19th, 2008 05:19 am (UTC)
Don't beat yourself up, my dear, for this is superb.

You've successfully wrote out the obvious emotional torment that John was going through when it came to how he raised his boys. You also phrased his sentences in such as way, that it sounds exactly like something Papa Winchester would've said.

Bravo.
unstable_humor: It’s So Nice To Know Youunstable_humor on November 19th, 2008 05:35 am (UTC)
Why thank you - I was actually thinking about posting other randomness here and there if you liked it so.
ashley: spn - an angel of the {lord}kitsu84 on November 19th, 2008 05:51 am (UTC)
You're most welcome.

I enjoy your writing, so needless to say that I'll read pretty much anything and everything you post. So by all means, have at it.
unstable_humor: Erase And Start It Againunstable_humor on November 19th, 2008 06:41 am (UTC)
Well keep your reading eyes open, I'll be sure to post more just for you. Perhaps even do a few more John journal entries... I haven't done one of those in ages but they're always my favorite. That and emo-sam entries.