Child Care for the Single Hunter/Parent
Title: "Child Care for the Single Hunter/Parent," or, "Four phone calls that didn't pan out for John Winchester (and one that did)."
Rating: G
Characters: John Winchester
Word Count: ~200
Episode/Spoilers: 'A Very Supernatural Christmas'
Summary: It's not like leaving the boys in that motel room for Christmas was John's first choice. Crack of the telephone variety.
Author's Notes: General knowledge of the minor characters in late Season One/early Season Two is necessary to get this story.
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Dialing Manning, Colorado
:ring:
"Daniel, it's John Winchester. I was thinking, life is too short to hold grudges, y'know? Just out of curiosity, do you have a spare room in your Unabomber cabin? No? Well, a large closet would do."
:click:
Dialing Blue Earth, Minnesota
:ring:
"Pastor Jim? John. I know you get stuck with the kids a lot, but hey, you only work one day a week, right?"
:click:
Dialing Lincoln, Nebraska
:ring:
"Caleb! Good to talk to you. Look, you might think that a thriving gun-running business is all you need to be happy, but let me tell you, buddy, Christmas isn't Christmas without kids around...You have kids, you say? What do you mean, they'll ask questions?...Mm-hmm...Uh, thanks for the offer, but never mind. I don't want my boys exposed to that environment."
:click:
Dialing Harvelle's Roadhouse, Nebraska
:ring:
"Ellen, it's John. So, how's widowhood treating you? Yeah…uh-huh…Listen, Ellen, Bill said that you always wanted Jo to have brothers, so I had this idea…"
:click:
Dialing Broken Bow, Nebraska
:ring:
"Hello, No-Tell Motel? I'm calling to inquire about your policy on unaccompanied minors."
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Additional Author's Notes:
Comments are welcome. I'll get back to the porny slash soon, honest. If you enjoyed this story, all my fic can be found here. To be honest, though, none of that fic is anything like this one.
Rating: G
Characters: John Winchester
Word Count: ~200
Episode/Spoilers: 'A Very Supernatural Christmas'
Summary: It's not like leaving the boys in that motel room for Christmas was John's first choice. Crack of the telephone variety.
Author's Notes: General knowledge of the minor characters in late Season One/early Season Two is necessary to get this story.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dialing Manning, Colorado
:ring:
"Daniel, it's John Winchester. I was thinking, life is too short to hold grudges, y'know? Just out of curiosity, do you have a spare room in your Unabomber cabin? No? Well, a large closet would do."
:click:
Dialing Blue Earth, Minnesota
:ring:
"Pastor Jim? John. I know you get stuck with the kids a lot, but hey, you only work one day a week, right?"
:click:
Dialing Lincoln, Nebraska
:ring:
"Caleb! Good to talk to you. Look, you might think that a thriving gun-running business is all you need to be happy, but let me tell you, buddy, Christmas isn't Christmas without kids around...You have kids, you say? What do you mean, they'll ask questions?...Mm-hmm...Uh, thanks for the offer, but never mind. I don't want my boys exposed to that environment."
:click:
Dialing Harvelle's Roadhouse, Nebraska
:ring:
"Ellen, it's John. So, how's widowhood treating you? Yeah…uh-huh…Listen, Ellen, Bill said that you always wanted Jo to have brothers, so I had this idea…"
:click:
Dialing Broken Bow, Nebraska
:ring:
"Hello, No-Tell Motel? I'm calling to inquire about your policy on unaccompanied minors."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Additional Author's Notes:
Comments are welcome. I'll get back to the porny slash soon, honest. If you enjoyed this story, all my fic can be found here. To be honest, though, none of that fic is anything like this one.