Summer Days
Title: Summer Days
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13, for language
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake, David Winchester, Andrew Winchester, Jack Winchester, Holly Winchester, Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent.
Summary: A series of drabbles about different summers for the Winchesters. Written for Spawn Fic Tuesday!
It was gorgeous outside and he just wanted work to be done. Sam had been working on finishing up some research on a case when David came running into the living room from the playroom.
“Dad,” David said. “Jackie’s doing something bad.”
He looked over with a sigh before following his seven year old into Sarah’s workspace across the room from the playroom. The chubby two year old and part of the wall were covered in non-toxic finger paint that Sarah kept in the bottom shelving units for David and Jack to play with when she was working.
“Dada!” John said, waving his blue hand in the air.
“How’d he get in here, Dave?” Sam asked, though smiling at the grinning toddler.
David shrugged his shoulder innocently. “I maybe left the door open when I came in to get crayons…”
“And the cabinet?”
“Maybe left it open, too.”
Sam nodded, looking at the Jack who needed a bath. Guess work was done for the day.
---
Chloe had watched him put up the hammock in the backyard with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head, questioning his motives.
“Should I check you into a home, grandpa?” She had teased, looking at him lounging in the finished product.
“Watch it, woman,” Dean responded jokingly.
Chloe rolled her eyes and headed into the house. Digging through the junk drawer full of confiscated items, she found what she was looking for before setting to work. She called Andy and Holly into the kitchen and handed them each a few water balloons with the instruction: “Dad’s outside.”
---
“Clark, are you sure this is a good idea?” Chloe said with slight nervousness in her tone.
“She wants to do it, Chloe,” Clark said diplomatically. “I’ll be with her the whole time.”
“But…”
“She’s old enough to decide on her own.”
“But it’s a horse.”
“You’ve ridden a horse, remember?”
“Years ago, and it was for research. I still say those woods are like the Bermuda Triangle…”
“Holly will be fine,” he said with a laugh.
“You’re right.”
“I know,” Clark spoke with a reassuring smile. “Think you’ll be okay with Jon for a little while?”
“Dealing with a superhuman toddler is about the same as dealing with a mopey superhuman teenager. I’m a pro, Kent.”
---
Most families spent their summers lounging around the yard, having a few barbeques, trips to the beach or lake…the usual summertime activities. Though the Winchester kids could say they did these things, they were never in the same place in the summer for more than a week or two. Once school got out, hunting season began. Dean would pack up the Impala and Sarah would pack up the minivan and the families would set out on the road for a few weeks. It wasn’t the best idea, but it worked. For years it was just Dean and Sam on the road in the summer, but now that the kids were older and could keep themselves occupied for a while it was like a cross-country road trip every summer without a gross RV.
Things were changing though. Dean could tell. Though Jack and Holly still got excited at the prospect of traveling all summer, the older boys were getting bored. Sarah had shrugged it off with the excuse of puberty, but Dean knew it was different. They wanted normal. David at fourteen was interested in girls. Andrew wanted to go to baseball camp with all his new friends from middle school. They didn’t want to give up their summers for the family business anymore.
It was then that Dean resigned himself to the fact that this was probably the last year doing this. He made a mental note to tell Sam the last stop was the Grand Canyon.
---
Dean remembered teaching Andrew how to throw a football in the backyard. While he was decent, Andrew never really cared to play the sport.
His favorite was baseball. After going to his first game, Andrew decided he wanted to play. From then on, most of the summers were spent around the ballpark between practices and games.
And Dean had to admit that he’d missed more than his fair share of games. He always felt like a jerk after and Andrew would grudgingly accept his apologies for missing the game. It was shitty Winchester luck - things would go wrong when you least wanted them to.
Luckily though, a hunt ended quicker than expected. Dean was there the first time Andrew hit a home run during a game.
---
“What the hell is she wearing?”
“A bathing suit,” Chloe answered distractedly as she flipped through the pages of her novel to find where she had left off.
Dean frowned at his daughter standing by the docks. “That’s not a bathing suit.”
“Funny, that’s not what the tag said.”
“That’s…” He paused, trying to find an adequate description. “....napkins held together with string.”
“It’s a bikini,” Chloe said, glancing over at him.
“Holly!” Dean called. Holly turned from where she was talking to one of the Wilcox boys, annoyance on her features. “Put a t-shirt on!”
Holly rolled her eyes at him in disgust, turning back to her conversation with the youngest one…Miles.
Dean swore under his breath as Chloe laughed.
“They still have convents, right?”
“Dean, your daughter would be kicked out of a convent after day two.”
---
The summer before he was to go off to his new high profile internship at a business firm after his final year of college, David Winchester had an epiphany.
Covered in grime with blood and dirt caked under his fingernails, his favorite shirt ripped, and hand still clenched around the machete he had been wielding, David thought about his future rather than the vampire he had just beheaded.
There would be a lot of suits in his future. And champagne and trophy wives and…golf.
After burning the body and cleaning up a little, David climbed into his truck. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the time. It would just be after nine a.m. on the east coast.
As he waited for the receptionist in HR to pick up, David smirked slightly.
His grandfather was going to be so pissed.
But crunching numbers on a desk just wasn’t as fun as hunting.
---
“Andrew John Winchester,” Chloe spoke quietly into the phone as she was staring at the newsfeed being broadcasted in the newsroom of the Daily Planet. “Is there any reason why you’re on television?”
“It made CNN?” He said excitedly. “Awesome!”
She sighed, shaking her head. “Put Bruce on the phone.”
She needed to know how her son, though disguised, had nearly gotten blown to pieces and then healed himself on national television.
Scratch that - international television.
---
There was a rattling as the wooden door slammed shut behind the woman.
“We’re closed,” Jack called, wiping down the countertop of the bar. He had just got it a few months ago. The old owner was a hunter who was ready to hang up his boots. Jack had been working there on and off for a while between hunts to make some money. When the hunter had been ready, he sold the bar to Jack for a fraction of what he would have sold it to for anyone else and hightailed it to Florida.
“Is David here?”
It took him a moment, but he finally remembered who she was. David had broken up with her almost a year ago.
“Anna?” Jack asked in confusion, wondering what she was doing - and what the hell she was carrying into his bar.
“Is David here?” She repeated. “I have something for him.”
“He’s out of town,” Jack said honestly. His brother was on a hunt, not that Anna knew anything about that. But from what he could remember, Anna wouldn’t be able to handle the knowledge - the fledgling actress was too self-obsessed to care anyway. David said they had a few laughs, but after a while, he got tired of listening to her and broke it off. “Can I help you with anything?”
Anna smiled, before lifting the moses basket. A baby was nestled in the pink blankets. Jack stared for a moment, before looking back to Anna.
“Her name is Isabella,” Anna stated. “Give her to David for me, will you?”
“Anna, I don’t know what -“
“Trust me, she’s his,” she said as she backed towards the doorway. It was then that Jack noticed she still had the hospital bracelet on her wrist. Before he could speak again, she was out the door. He heard the squeal of tires a moment later.
Jack stared at the sleeping baby for a moment.
He had some calls to make. First David. Then Mom. Because he sure as hell didn’t know what to do with a newborn.
---
“You’re missed the exit,” Jack spoke up from the back seat.
“No I didn’t,” David countered, ignoring his brother.
“You did,” Holly agreed.
“Didn’t,” he repeated.
“We aren’t going there anymore,” Andrew said, texting something on his cell phone in the front seat.
“Yeah, because David missed the exit,” Jack said.
David sighed in annoyance. “We decided beforehand.”
“No, we didn’t.”
“Goodbye delicious pancakes,” Holly sighed, leaning her head against the back of Andrew’s seat.
“Yeah, pancakes sound good,” Jack agreed.
“My four year old behaves better than you two,” David muttered.
“Izzie would have wanted pancakes,” Holly said.
“That’s because she agrees with everything you say right now,” David scoffed.
“Yeah, because I’m not a party-pooper.”
Jack laughed. “And because pancakes are good.”
“We just take out a poltergeist and all you two can think about are pancakes?” Andrew laughed from the front.
“I’m starving,” Jack said defensively.
“What else are you going to eat at 4 a.m.?” Holly reasoned.
“Are we there yet?” Jack asked after a moment of silence, causing Holly and Andrew to start laughing.
David frowned, looking in the rear view mirror. “You guys are doing this on purpose.” The laughter only grew. “Hilarious. Really mature, assholes.”
Author: divas_lament
Rating: PG-13, for language
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake, David Winchester, Andrew Winchester, Jack Winchester, Holly Winchester, Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent.
Summary: A series of drabbles about different summers for the Winchesters. Written for Spawn Fic Tuesday!
It was gorgeous outside and he just wanted work to be done. Sam had been working on finishing up some research on a case when David came running into the living room from the playroom.
“Dad,” David said. “Jackie’s doing something bad.”
He looked over with a sigh before following his seven year old into Sarah’s workspace across the room from the playroom. The chubby two year old and part of the wall were covered in non-toxic finger paint that Sarah kept in the bottom shelving units for David and Jack to play with when she was working.
“Dada!” John said, waving his blue hand in the air.
“How’d he get in here, Dave?” Sam asked, though smiling at the grinning toddler.
David shrugged his shoulder innocently. “I maybe left the door open when I came in to get crayons…”
“And the cabinet?”
“Maybe left it open, too.”
Sam nodded, looking at the Jack who needed a bath. Guess work was done for the day.
---
Chloe had watched him put up the hammock in the backyard with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head, questioning his motives.
“Should I check you into a home, grandpa?” She had teased, looking at him lounging in the finished product.
“Watch it, woman,” Dean responded jokingly.
Chloe rolled her eyes and headed into the house. Digging through the junk drawer full of confiscated items, she found what she was looking for before setting to work. She called Andy and Holly into the kitchen and handed them each a few water balloons with the instruction: “Dad’s outside.”
---
“Clark, are you sure this is a good idea?” Chloe said with slight nervousness in her tone.
“She wants to do it, Chloe,” Clark said diplomatically. “I’ll be with her the whole time.”
“But…”
“She’s old enough to decide on her own.”
“But it’s a horse.”
“You’ve ridden a horse, remember?”
“Years ago, and it was for research. I still say those woods are like the Bermuda Triangle…”
“Holly will be fine,” he said with a laugh.
“You’re right.”
“I know,” Clark spoke with a reassuring smile. “Think you’ll be okay with Jon for a little while?”
“Dealing with a superhuman toddler is about the same as dealing with a mopey superhuman teenager. I’m a pro, Kent.”
---
Most families spent their summers lounging around the yard, having a few barbeques, trips to the beach or lake…the usual summertime activities. Though the Winchester kids could say they did these things, they were never in the same place in the summer for more than a week or two. Once school got out, hunting season began. Dean would pack up the Impala and Sarah would pack up the minivan and the families would set out on the road for a few weeks. It wasn’t the best idea, but it worked. For years it was just Dean and Sam on the road in the summer, but now that the kids were older and could keep themselves occupied for a while it was like a cross-country road trip every summer without a gross RV.
Things were changing though. Dean could tell. Though Jack and Holly still got excited at the prospect of traveling all summer, the older boys were getting bored. Sarah had shrugged it off with the excuse of puberty, but Dean knew it was different. They wanted normal. David at fourteen was interested in girls. Andrew wanted to go to baseball camp with all his new friends from middle school. They didn’t want to give up their summers for the family business anymore.
It was then that Dean resigned himself to the fact that this was probably the last year doing this. He made a mental note to tell Sam the last stop was the Grand Canyon.
---
Dean remembered teaching Andrew how to throw a football in the backyard. While he was decent, Andrew never really cared to play the sport.
His favorite was baseball. After going to his first game, Andrew decided he wanted to play. From then on, most of the summers were spent around the ballpark between practices and games.
And Dean had to admit that he’d missed more than his fair share of games. He always felt like a jerk after and Andrew would grudgingly accept his apologies for missing the game. It was shitty Winchester luck - things would go wrong when you least wanted them to.
Luckily though, a hunt ended quicker than expected. Dean was there the first time Andrew hit a home run during a game.
---
“What the hell is she wearing?”
“A bathing suit,” Chloe answered distractedly as she flipped through the pages of her novel to find where she had left off.
Dean frowned at his daughter standing by the docks. “That’s not a bathing suit.”
“Funny, that’s not what the tag said.”
“That’s…” He paused, trying to find an adequate description. “....napkins held together with string.”
“It’s a bikini,” Chloe said, glancing over at him.
“Holly!” Dean called. Holly turned from where she was talking to one of the Wilcox boys, annoyance on her features. “Put a t-shirt on!”
Holly rolled her eyes at him in disgust, turning back to her conversation with the youngest one…Miles.
Dean swore under his breath as Chloe laughed.
“They still have convents, right?”
“Dean, your daughter would be kicked out of a convent after day two.”
---
The summer before he was to go off to his new high profile internship at a business firm after his final year of college, David Winchester had an epiphany.
Covered in grime with blood and dirt caked under his fingernails, his favorite shirt ripped, and hand still clenched around the machete he had been wielding, David thought about his future rather than the vampire he had just beheaded.
There would be a lot of suits in his future. And champagne and trophy wives and…golf.
After burning the body and cleaning up a little, David climbed into his truck. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the time. It would just be after nine a.m. on the east coast.
As he waited for the receptionist in HR to pick up, David smirked slightly.
His grandfather was going to be so pissed.
But crunching numbers on a desk just wasn’t as fun as hunting.
---
“Andrew John Winchester,” Chloe spoke quietly into the phone as she was staring at the newsfeed being broadcasted in the newsroom of the Daily Planet. “Is there any reason why you’re on television?”
“It made CNN?” He said excitedly. “Awesome!”
She sighed, shaking her head. “Put Bruce on the phone.”
She needed to know how her son, though disguised, had nearly gotten blown to pieces and then healed himself on national television.
Scratch that - international television.
---
There was a rattling as the wooden door slammed shut behind the woman.
“We’re closed,” Jack called, wiping down the countertop of the bar. He had just got it a few months ago. The old owner was a hunter who was ready to hang up his boots. Jack had been working there on and off for a while between hunts to make some money. When the hunter had been ready, he sold the bar to Jack for a fraction of what he would have sold it to for anyone else and hightailed it to Florida.
“Is David here?”
It took him a moment, but he finally remembered who she was. David had broken up with her almost a year ago.
“Anna?” Jack asked in confusion, wondering what she was doing - and what the hell she was carrying into his bar.
“Is David here?” She repeated. “I have something for him.”
“He’s out of town,” Jack said honestly. His brother was on a hunt, not that Anna knew anything about that. But from what he could remember, Anna wouldn’t be able to handle the knowledge - the fledgling actress was too self-obsessed to care anyway. David said they had a few laughs, but after a while, he got tired of listening to her and broke it off. “Can I help you with anything?”
Anna smiled, before lifting the moses basket. A baby was nestled in the pink blankets. Jack stared for a moment, before looking back to Anna.
“Her name is Isabella,” Anna stated. “Give her to David for me, will you?”
“Anna, I don’t know what -“
“Trust me, she’s his,” she said as she backed towards the doorway. It was then that Jack noticed she still had the hospital bracelet on her wrist. Before he could speak again, she was out the door. He heard the squeal of tires a moment later.
Jack stared at the sleeping baby for a moment.
He had some calls to make. First David. Then Mom. Because he sure as hell didn’t know what to do with a newborn.
---
“You’re missed the exit,” Jack spoke up from the back seat.
“No I didn’t,” David countered, ignoring his brother.
“You did,” Holly agreed.
“Didn’t,” he repeated.
“We aren’t going there anymore,” Andrew said, texting something on his cell phone in the front seat.
“Yeah, because David missed the exit,” Jack said.
David sighed in annoyance. “We decided beforehand.”
“No, we didn’t.”
“Goodbye delicious pancakes,” Holly sighed, leaning her head against the back of Andrew’s seat.
“Yeah, pancakes sound good,” Jack agreed.
“My four year old behaves better than you two,” David muttered.
“Izzie would have wanted pancakes,” Holly said.
“That’s because she agrees with everything you say right now,” David scoffed.
“Yeah, because I’m not a party-pooper.”
Jack laughed. “And because pancakes are good.”
“We just take out a poltergeist and all you two can think about are pancakes?” Andrew laughed from the front.
“I’m starving,” Jack said defensively.
“What else are you going to eat at 4 a.m.?” Holly reasoned.
“Are we there yet?” Jack asked after a moment of silence, causing Holly and Andrew to start laughing.
David frowned, looking in the rear view mirror. “You guys are doing this on purpose.” The laughter only grew. “Hilarious. Really mature, assholes.”