This may not be what you were expecting but it's where the muses took me.
It was too quiet there in the dark. There was a faint buzz from the clock on the bedside table. The heater under the window gave off a slight hissing sound and the bathroom facet had a slow drip.
John shifted against the headboard of the unfamiliar motel bed and his eyes were drawn to the glowing red 1:12 AM. ‘About time for Dean to be waking up from the nightmares and climbing into Sammy’s crib’ he thought. He always could tell when Dean made the move. The crib had a creak to it when Dean’s weight started moving over the side and then settled in.
John lifted the bottle to his lips and took another swig. He missed his boys, knowing that they were close by and relatively safe. He hated the fact that the Thing had been in Sammy’s nursery. That piece of information still had him freaked wondering ‘Why?’. But the boys were with Jim for the next two weeks. Dean was in kindergarten now and needed to be in school. It was also a chance for the boys and Jim to get to know each other better. John had no intention of dieing but had made arrangements for Jim to take custody of the boys if something did happen. There was no one else and the minister knew what was out there. He knew how to protect the Sammy and Dean. He would keep them together.
John took another drink as he stared into the dark. It was November again. A little over a year since they had lost Mary. There was that stereotype of grief that you get wasted on the anniversary of the death, yell, break things and then go on. The truth was a lot uglier. There was the creeping depression for weeks before. It had been a relief when the date had arrived and he could move on.
John had found himself sitting in Jim’s living room reading a book on demonology waiting for Dean to come home from school. Sammy taking wobbly steps around the room. He realized that it was time to really start. The boys were getting older. He had a back up plan for their safety. He’d spent most of the last year gathering intelligence on his enemies and the war he was now in the middle of. He had gone on a couple of salt and burns. It was time to take it to the next step.
He had set up a meeting with Elkins for some specialty training. Which was why he was here alone in this motel room his thoughts coming full circle. Thinking about the boys, trying not to think about Mary. The clock had moved to 1:16AM. John took another swig from the bottle.
It was too quiet there in the dark. There was a faint buzz from the clock on the bedside table. The heater under the window gave off a slight hissing sound and the bathroom facet had a slow drip.
John shifted against the headboard of the unfamiliar motel bed and his eyes were drawn to the glowing red 1:12 AM. ‘About time for Dean to be waking up from the nightmares and climbing into Sammy’s crib’ he thought. He always could tell when Dean made the move. The crib had a creak to it when Dean’s weight started moving over the side and then settled in.
John lifted the bottle to his lips and took another swig. He missed his boys, knowing that they were close by and relatively safe. He hated the fact that the Thing had been in Sammy’s nursery. That piece of information still had him freaked wondering ‘Why?’. But the boys were with Jim for the next two weeks. Dean was in kindergarten now and needed to be in school. It was also a chance for the boys and Jim to get to know each other better. John had no intention of dieing but had made arrangements for Jim to take custody of the boys if something did happen. There was no one else and the minister knew what was out there. He knew how to protect the Sammy and Dean. He would keep them together.
John took another drink as he stared into the dark. It was November again. A little over a year since they had lost Mary. There was that stereotype of grief that you get wasted on the anniversary of the death, yell, break things and then go on. The truth was a lot uglier. There was the creeping depression for weeks before. It had been a relief when the date had arrived and he could move on.
John had found himself sitting in Jim’s living room reading a book on demonology waiting for Dean to come home from school. Sammy taking wobbly steps around the room. He realized that it was time to really start. The boys were getting older. He had a back up plan for their safety. He’d spent most of the last year gathering intelligence on his enemies and the war he was now in the middle of. He had gone on a couple of salt and burns. It was time to take it to the next step.
He had set up a meeting with Elkins for some specialty training. Which was why he was here alone in this motel room his thoughts coming full circle. Thinking about the boys, trying not to think about Mary. The clock had moved to 1:16AM. John took another swig from the bottle.
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Thank you. That first year had to have been miserable.
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