[FIC] SPN: Lodi (PG-13)
TITLE: Lodi
CHARACTER(S): John Winchester and Pastor Jim Murphy
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: PG-13
WARNING(S): Pre-Series. This isn't MY personal canon (panon? fanon?) so it may suck, but what can you do, right?
SUMMARY: Only Jim Murphy could look more than comfortable sitting on the hard pews of his church John found, shifting for the thirtieth time.
WORD COUNT: 265
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for charis_kalos's request at spn_thur_nights. Prompts were: church, sword, and 'evil flourishes when good men do nothing'. Also, I'm addicted to feedback, so leave comments. Even if it's bad. CRITIQUES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND MY FRIENDS!!
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Only Jim Murphy could look more than comfortable sitting on the hard pews of his church John found, shifting for the thirtieth time. It was his church after all, but still, the man looked like he was on the couch at home watching A Wonderful Life on the television.
And John was as uncomfortable as a hooker on a Sunday.
He thought he'd be used to it by now, what with bringing the kids by however many times a year and spending half that time holed up in Jim's office in the basement. But he'd never been in the church on a Sunday after service.
The fact that he was nearly sweating and felt an itch between his shoulder blades like someone had a gun on him was just because it was the middle of summer in Blue Earth.
"Evil flourishes when good men do nothing," Jim intoned, looking rather self-satisfied.
"Yeah yeah yeah, and the pen is mightier than the sword," John snapped back.
"This too shall pass." Jim gave John a look and the two of them started laughing, John finally relaxing against the smooth wood. "All bullshit aside, I don't have a clue, John."
"Fuck," John hissed out, too non-religious to censor himself, but too respectful of Mary's faith to cuss out more than a whisper.
"Your boys'll be fine, John. They're good boys. Have faith."
John looked at his friend, his frown making him look older than a man with two young children and, were she alive, a young wife. But she wasn't. Faith. John didn't think he'd ever have that.
CHARACTER(S): John Winchester and Pastor Jim Murphy
FANDOM: Supernatural
RATING: PG-13
WARNING(S): Pre-Series. This isn't MY personal canon (panon? fanon?) so it may suck, but what can you do, right?
SUMMARY: Only Jim Murphy could look more than comfortable sitting on the hard pews of his church John found, shifting for the thirtieth time.
WORD COUNT: 265
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for charis_kalos's request at spn_thur_nights. Prompts were: church, sword, and 'evil flourishes when good men do nothing'. Also, I'm addicted to feedback, so leave comments. Even if it's bad. CRITIQUES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND MY FRIENDS!!
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Only Jim Murphy could look more than comfortable sitting on the hard pews of his church John found, shifting for the thirtieth time. It was his church after all, but still, the man looked like he was on the couch at home watching A Wonderful Life on the television.
And John was as uncomfortable as a hooker on a Sunday.
He thought he'd be used to it by now, what with bringing the kids by however many times a year and spending half that time holed up in Jim's office in the basement. But he'd never been in the church on a Sunday after service.
The fact that he was nearly sweating and felt an itch between his shoulder blades like someone had a gun on him was just because it was the middle of summer in Blue Earth.
"Evil flourishes when good men do nothing," Jim intoned, looking rather self-satisfied.
"Yeah yeah yeah, and the pen is mightier than the sword," John snapped back.
"This too shall pass." Jim gave John a look and the two of them started laughing, John finally relaxing against the smooth wood. "All bullshit aside, I don't have a clue, John."
"Fuck," John hissed out, too non-religious to censor himself, but too respectful of Mary's faith to cuss out more than a whisper.
"Your boys'll be fine, John. They're good boys. Have faith."
John looked at his friend, his frown making him look older than a man with two young children and, were she alive, a young wife. But she wasn't. Faith. John didn't think he'd ever have that.