Supernatural
A little Supernatural fluff story. John reminds me a bit of my own father so.... I took a page from my own past and just wrote in John and Dean with of course the appropriate supernatural twist.
"Damned Idjit, do you know what I'm going through to find your piece of shit?! I'm looking as hard as I can now just shut up, sit tight and I'll contact YOU when I get it. GO BE A REAL DAD AND PLAY BALL WITH YOUR BOYS"
The phone snapped shut and a string of obscenities found their way to John's thin pressed lips. The slightest of sound made him snap his head, body instantly tensing on the ready for an attack. a heavy sigh let the tension deflate as he found Dean peaking out from behind the kitchen's door frame of the house they've temporarily settled in for this hunt. Bobby's words echoed sharply in his ear and he just stood staring at his eldest.
"I take it Bobby still hasn't found an Elvin weapon. Is it even possible?" Dean looked worried but the way he stood was a stance of feigned confidence.
"Nope, we have time to kill." taking a glance at his calendar he decided it was time enough to change the oil on the impala. "Go put on your oldest cloths, meet me in the garage." John turned as Dean gave a sharp 'yes sir' and dashed up the stairs the noisy way kids always do. "Sam.... We're in the Garage."
"Kay" the youngest called out fro the living room glued to that damned TV.
"Make sure the blocks are tight against the back tires, give them a good swift few kicks and wedge them in nice and tight." John illustrated by giving the chunk of wood a good kick behind the impala's tire, a watchful eye making sure that Dean copied and executed exactly as he had shown. "Alright, what have we done so far?" Asking as John headed to the front of the car pulling out the tools the two of them will need, pushing over an oil pan to be used.
"Place the jack on the frame, make sure it's in drive and the e-break's on. Put blocks on the back tires to keep them from rolling back and start to raise the front. We'll be putting a block under the well right dad?" Dean followed like a puppy standing next to his dad looking over the set up to ensure he was right on all accounts, looking up for reassurance to his question. He wanted to show his dad he was not only listening but learning.
"Right, but since we have these, we dont have to worry about that. Go ahead" John picked up the stands under his work bench as Dean started to jack the car up slowly.
The machine groaned and creaked as thousands of pounds of car was lifted. He turned up the radio a little, under the car the sounds of his old mullet rock would be muffled. John placed the stands just under either side of the impala's wheel wells where the car's frame was the strongest letting the stands click into place.
John tied a red bandana about his head tightening it about his skull to keep his head covered and safe. Handing a green one to Dean to put on just as he had. Sliding under the large engine block of the impala he pulled out his flash light, eyes crinkling as he looked over the wear and tear on the engine, pulling and shaking a few things as he waited for Dean to wiggle in next to him.
John didn't even realize the sense of 'normal" that flickered over him. He pointed out with the flash light and a calloused oil covered hand what the parts of the engine were from the underside, what they did and why they did it. He was sure to point out the systems they would be dealing with today with changing the oil as well as the tools they needed. "This is the oil filter, you'll need to turn it, break the seal before the oil will start to drain properly. This is the drain plug, you'll have to position the tray just under it, unscrew the plug and let the oil start draining, after you've let that drain a little, unscrew the filter and come out and wait for it to drain completely. You're going to get covered in oil, the first time I did it I was soaked head to toe. Keep with it, keep the rags with you and keep your eyes, mouth and hands as clean as you can. Don't swallow the oil." He felt the had to add the last bit, Dean always had an affinity with putting things in his mouth or eating things he shouldn't, with Sam such a comment wouldn't have been necessary."Think you can handle it?"
"Yes sir!" Dean had his little brow furrowed, one ear sticking out from the green bandana, his steel blues looking over the systems and information as he hammered them to his memory.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." John placed the tools on his son's small chest and slid out from under the car "holler if you have any questions." As he stood he wiped his hand son the side rags to pull some superfluous grime from his hands as he sorted his tools. Damn that Bobby... this felt so good and yet guilty. He should be hunting down that goblin, not piddling around time. Yet, it warmed the man's heart and a small smile cracked against his bearded face as he watched dean express his frustration through grunts growls and most amusing of all, wiggling his legs in different directions as if it would help give the boy leverage.
Well while he had time he might as well start on making some more amo...
"HA!" the triumphant sound came muffled between the large car hovering over Dean and ACDC on the radio. Haphazardly the young boy wiggled out, in one hand was the oil filter wrapped in one of the shop towels,his other hand was free, sans only two finger tips covered in black oil. Dean's grin was accented by a small smudge of grease on his cheek and was worn from one big ear across to the next as he held up his hand to show his father his mess "Done! Oil's draining and only my finger tips are dirty!" He was so proud of himself!
John was surprised and proud. It didn't take nearly as long as he had expected, only a few rounds were made and Dean was done already, on top of that the kid looked pristine when you considered what he was doing. Dean's grin only seamed to grow larger as he started at his surprised father, his little gangly chest puffing out.
John nodded his approval before stepping to the side of the car kneeling down and dipping his fingers in the oil as it started to dribble down. "It's important to check your oil as it gets to the bottom. if you see silver flakes it means your engine is rubbing which can later lead to a number of problems including throwing a rod. Despite how dark it is your oil should come out relatively smooth."
Dean was huddled down wide blue eyes as he listened intently and nodded his understanding.
John looked at the kid, only one small smudge of car oil on the kids cheek and relatively clean otherwise, impulse made him do it as he smeared his oiled fingers across his son's face.
Dean recoiled with the loud "DAD!" a smile under the wildly moving arms as the boy sought his sleeve to clear off the oil.
John chuckled despite himself and cracked a smirk throwing his hand towel over his son's head "You were too clean."
It wasn't ball throwing, but this small piece of normalcy was a guilty pleasure that John could justify.
"Damned Idjit, do you know what I'm going through to find your piece of shit?! I'm looking as hard as I can now just shut up, sit tight and I'll contact YOU when I get it. GO BE A REAL DAD AND PLAY BALL WITH YOUR BOYS"
The phone snapped shut and a string of obscenities found their way to John's thin pressed lips. The slightest of sound made him snap his head, body instantly tensing on the ready for an attack. a heavy sigh let the tension deflate as he found Dean peaking out from behind the kitchen's door frame of the house they've temporarily settled in for this hunt. Bobby's words echoed sharply in his ear and he just stood staring at his eldest.
"I take it Bobby still hasn't found an Elvin weapon. Is it even possible?" Dean looked worried but the way he stood was a stance of feigned confidence.
"Nope, we have time to kill." taking a glance at his calendar he decided it was time enough to change the oil on the impala. "Go put on your oldest cloths, meet me in the garage." John turned as Dean gave a sharp 'yes sir' and dashed up the stairs the noisy way kids always do. "Sam.... We're in the Garage."
"Kay" the youngest called out fro the living room glued to that damned TV.
"Make sure the blocks are tight against the back tires, give them a good swift few kicks and wedge them in nice and tight." John illustrated by giving the chunk of wood a good kick behind the impala's tire, a watchful eye making sure that Dean copied and executed exactly as he had shown. "Alright, what have we done so far?" Asking as John headed to the front of the car pulling out the tools the two of them will need, pushing over an oil pan to be used.
"Place the jack on the frame, make sure it's in drive and the e-break's on. Put blocks on the back tires to keep them from rolling back and start to raise the front. We'll be putting a block under the well right dad?" Dean followed like a puppy standing next to his dad looking over the set up to ensure he was right on all accounts, looking up for reassurance to his question. He wanted to show his dad he was not only listening but learning.
"Right, but since we have these, we dont have to worry about that. Go ahead" John picked up the stands under his work bench as Dean started to jack the car up slowly.
The machine groaned and creaked as thousands of pounds of car was lifted. He turned up the radio a little, under the car the sounds of his old mullet rock would be muffled. John placed the stands just under either side of the impala's wheel wells where the car's frame was the strongest letting the stands click into place.
John tied a red bandana about his head tightening it about his skull to keep his head covered and safe. Handing a green one to Dean to put on just as he had. Sliding under the large engine block of the impala he pulled out his flash light, eyes crinkling as he looked over the wear and tear on the engine, pulling and shaking a few things as he waited for Dean to wiggle in next to him.
John didn't even realize the sense of 'normal" that flickered over him. He pointed out with the flash light and a calloused oil covered hand what the parts of the engine were from the underside, what they did and why they did it. He was sure to point out the systems they would be dealing with today with changing the oil as well as the tools they needed. "This is the oil filter, you'll need to turn it, break the seal before the oil will start to drain properly. This is the drain plug, you'll have to position the tray just under it, unscrew the plug and let the oil start draining, after you've let that drain a little, unscrew the filter and come out and wait for it to drain completely. You're going to get covered in oil, the first time I did it I was soaked head to toe. Keep with it, keep the rags with you and keep your eyes, mouth and hands as clean as you can. Don't swallow the oil." He felt the had to add the last bit, Dean always had an affinity with putting things in his mouth or eating things he shouldn't, with Sam such a comment wouldn't have been necessary."Think you can handle it?"
"Yes sir!" Dean had his little brow furrowed, one ear sticking out from the green bandana, his steel blues looking over the systems and information as he hammered them to his memory.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." John placed the tools on his son's small chest and slid out from under the car "holler if you have any questions." As he stood he wiped his hand son the side rags to pull some superfluous grime from his hands as he sorted his tools. Damn that Bobby... this felt so good and yet guilty. He should be hunting down that goblin, not piddling around time. Yet, it warmed the man's heart and a small smile cracked against his bearded face as he watched dean express his frustration through grunts growls and most amusing of all, wiggling his legs in different directions as if it would help give the boy leverage.
Well while he had time he might as well start on making some more amo...
"HA!" the triumphant sound came muffled between the large car hovering over Dean and ACDC on the radio. Haphazardly the young boy wiggled out, in one hand was the oil filter wrapped in one of the shop towels,his other hand was free, sans only two finger tips covered in black oil. Dean's grin was accented by a small smudge of grease on his cheek and was worn from one big ear across to the next as he held up his hand to show his father his mess "Done! Oil's draining and only my finger tips are dirty!" He was so proud of himself!
John was surprised and proud. It didn't take nearly as long as he had expected, only a few rounds were made and Dean was done already, on top of that the kid looked pristine when you considered what he was doing. Dean's grin only seamed to grow larger as he started at his surprised father, his little gangly chest puffing out.
John nodded his approval before stepping to the side of the car kneeling down and dipping his fingers in the oil as it started to dribble down. "It's important to check your oil as it gets to the bottom. if you see silver flakes it means your engine is rubbing which can later lead to a number of problems including throwing a rod. Despite how dark it is your oil should come out relatively smooth."
Dean was huddled down wide blue eyes as he listened intently and nodded his understanding.
John looked at the kid, only one small smudge of car oil on the kids cheek and relatively clean otherwise, impulse made him do it as he smeared his oiled fingers across his son's face.
Dean recoiled with the loud "DAD!" a smile under the wildly moving arms as the boy sought his sleeve to clear off the oil.
John chuckled despite himself and cracked a smirk throwing his hand towel over his son's head "You were too clean."
It wasn't ball throwing, but this small piece of normalcy was a guilty pleasure that John could justify.