Hello everyone!! I'm
johnboy91719 and I'm here to guest host the first full week of comment fic for the new year!
To start off this week, I'm going with something that fits my mood after having had four days off work and having to go back. So, we'll do some hurt/comfort today. This can be anything from one character being severely injured to a minor injury to
(
Read more... )
Comments 342
Reply
Reply
Reply
Thanks for reading, glad you liked!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Dean was a goddamn idiot. It probably wasn't the kindest sentiment to feel when the boy was nine shades of banged up, blood puddling down his neck from one ear and a goose egg the size of John's fist tucked up behind the other, but hell if he had other words for his son right at the moment.
A series of voicemails from Sam had put John on this hunt. The first had been just as pissed and surly as ever, with barely a hint of the fear that would come with the later ones.
"I got the creature. Cold salted iron took it down and I burned it after but I can't find Dean. It took him and I can't find him. You need to come help me find him.He might have ignored it. Had ignored ones before with equally dire messages. He'd put aside his own panic when Sam had called to tell him about the rawhide, had refused to panic when Dean had been dying. But he'd been able to track his boys' progress that time, had been able to make sure they'd make their way to someone who could help a hell of a lot more than John ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
But he can do this. He can hold him together just like this. He can.
His chest aches though. Because Tim is in pain and he can't really make it better, not right away. It always hurts more when Tim is pain.
Always and it's a distressing thought. He doesn't want to think about what that might or might not mean right now.
He plants a kiss on his forehead and rocks them. Maybe that will ease something.
Reply
Reply
I'm glad you like it! :)
Reply
Leave a comment