Supernatural drabble: Light
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Author's Note: prompt from spn_30snapshots theme 1 (Elemental).
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John hadn't realized how quiet the Winchester household had become until he sniffled at breakfast and it startled a cry from Sammy and Dean from his cereal.
However, when the Winchesters went grocery shopping they were so quiet they were like a group of corporeal ghosts. In the world outside their home Sammy's crying sounded normal if persistent, Dean was just a shy boy if persistently so, and John sounded like a normal tired parent if persistently so. John's sniffles blended into the cacophony of human speech rather than blaring like a car horn.
The unexpected sneeze John ducked into the lapel of his jacket as he dug for his wallet was noticed, however.
"Goodness," the cashier said, "bless you!"
John fumbled his wallet open. "Thank you."
"I hope you're not getting a cold," the cashier said, as John sniffled. "It's the middle of the summer."
John looked over at the sun shining in the huge grocery store windows. It lit the secret fire in the cashier's hair and the glare made some people seem almost as if they weren't there.
"I know," John said, handing a grocery bag to Dean, gripping Sammy tightly in one arm, and embracing Dean's hand with his.
Author's Note: prompt from spn_30snapshots theme 1 (Elemental).
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John hadn't realized how quiet the Winchester household had become until he sniffled at breakfast and it startled a cry from Sammy and Dean from his cereal.
However, when the Winchesters went grocery shopping they were so quiet they were like a group of corporeal ghosts. In the world outside their home Sammy's crying sounded normal if persistent, Dean was just a shy boy if persistently so, and John sounded like a normal tired parent if persistently so. John's sniffles blended into the cacophony of human speech rather than blaring like a car horn.
The unexpected sneeze John ducked into the lapel of his jacket as he dug for his wallet was noticed, however.
"Goodness," the cashier said, "bless you!"
John fumbled his wallet open. "Thank you."
"I hope you're not getting a cold," the cashier said, as John sniffled. "It's the middle of the summer."
John looked over at the sun shining in the huge grocery store windows. It lit the secret fire in the cashier's hair and the glare made some people seem almost as if they weren't there.
"I know," John said, handing a grocery bag to Dean, gripping Sammy tightly in one arm, and embracing Dean's hand with his.