Happy Birthday, SpankedbySpike!
Title: A Quiet Evening at Home
Author: Razzie (Raspberry2414)
Characters: John, Dean (13), Sam (9)
Author's notes: In your prompts, you said you wanted a happy story, where things worked out right. I hope this pleases you. This thing has so much sweetness, it will rot your teeth. Happy Birthday, good friend.
If *^!?** LJ doesn't work for me, too bad. I hate the damned thing, anyway.
John was tired, dog tired. The only reason he was alert enough to drive right now was he had pulled the Impala to the side of the road earlier and took a little cat nap. He missed his boys too much to waste any more time getting home. Maybe this time I can get home and enjoy being with the boys, and not have to spank one of the other…or both. John sighed, with two active, healthy, rambunctious boys; the chances didn’t look so good. As he pulled up to their rented room at an out-of-the-way motel, 9 year old Sam ran out to meet him.
“Hi, Dad!” Sam grinned from ear to ear, so happy to see his Dad. Right behind him, 13 year old Dean appeared.
“Sorry, Dad, I couldn’t stop him.”
“Stop me from what?”
“Stop you from running out into the night, unprepared. What if it hadn’t been Dad?”
Sam’s face fell. He hadn’t thought of that. He looked up sadly at John.
“Sorry, Dad, I didn’t think. I was just glad to see you. I won’t do it again.”
John hugged Sam tightly. “I know you didn’t, Son, but Dean’s right, you need to be careful. Now get back in that room!” He swatted Sam gently on the butt, and all three went in, shut and secured the door. Once inside, Sam hung back, thinking he was in trouble, but soon realized that even though John was tired, he was in a good mood.
“Whatta say we order a pizza tonight, guys? I don’t feel like cooking and I’ll bet you could help me eat a few slices. Go ahead and call it in, Dean and make sure everybody gets what they like.” John was more than happy to plop onto the sofa.
“Sure, Dad, thanks.” Dean headed for the phone and started the call.
John turned to Sam. “How has school been, Sammy?”
“Great, Dad! I got an ‘A’ on the report on the solar system, and my teacher says I’m one of her best students, ‘cause I work hard and don’t talk in class.”
John gave Sam another big hug, much to Sam’s delight. “Good going, Sam! I’m proud of you!”
“Um, pizza’s ordered, Dad,” Dean said, and then turned away.
“Dean? How are you doin’, Son?”
“Fine, I’m doin’ fine.” Dean’s forced smile didn’t fool John one bit. Dean was hiding something. The kid carried enough guilt for three people, and something was wrong.
“You sure? It doesn’t sound ‘fine’. Did something happen while I was gone?” Aw, damn! John thought, here we go. What now? Did Sam do something? Will Dean try and take the rap for Sammy, like always?”
Dean looked over at Sam, who got the hint and left the room. Dean came closer to John, but yet out of arms reach.
“Dad, you know how you helped me study for that big math test before you left? Well, I, uh, I didn’t do so good on it. I’m sorry, Dad, I really tried.” Dean went over to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper, which he handed to John. “I know you aren’t gonna be happy with me.” Dean hung his head. “Do you want me to go get the paddle?” he whispered. John looked at the paper in front of him. Dean’s pencil marks and erasures were everywhere, clearly he tried to work out the problems. A big letter “C” graced the top of the page. John looked up into Dean’s worried eyes. He reached out and pulled a nervous Dean to sit next to him on the sofa.
“Dean-o, did you cheat on this test?” Dean’s eyes flew open in surprise.
“No, sir!”
“Did you do the best you could?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then that’s good enough for me. I know math isn’t your favorite subject. I know how much trouble you were having when we worked together to study for this test. If this is your best work, then good for you! I’m proud of you, Dean-o. No, you don’t have to go get the paddle. I’m not mad at you. Every day you give me a bunch of reasons to be proud of you. You really are a wonderful son.”
Dean looked up shyly, his eyes a little shiny. “Really, Dad?”
John ruffled Dean short hair, which Dean resisted- a little. “Yep, really. Now, anything else to report? No? Good. Thank you for keeping things running smoothly while I was gone.” Dean grinned his usual crooked smile at him.
Just then, there was a firm knock on the door. John readied himself and after checking, opened to door to pay for the hot, steamy pizza that smelled wonderful. “Sam! Pizza’s here. Dean, grab us some cokes. Sam, find something on TV that we can watch while we eat.”
Later, his belly full, sitting between the two boys he loved, John relaxed and let himself drift off to sleep. Perfect way to end the day.
Author: Razzie (Raspberry2414)
Characters: John, Dean (13), Sam (9)
Author's notes: In your prompts, you said you wanted a happy story, where things worked out right. I hope this pleases you. This thing has so much sweetness, it will rot your teeth. Happy Birthday, good friend.
If *^!?** LJ doesn't work for me, too bad. I hate the damned thing, anyway.
John was tired, dog tired. The only reason he was alert enough to drive right now was he had pulled the Impala to the side of the road earlier and took a little cat nap. He missed his boys too much to waste any more time getting home. Maybe this time I can get home and enjoy being with the boys, and not have to spank one of the other…or both. John sighed, with two active, healthy, rambunctious boys; the chances didn’t look so good. As he pulled up to their rented room at an out-of-the-way motel, 9 year old Sam ran out to meet him.
“Hi, Dad!” Sam grinned from ear to ear, so happy to see his Dad. Right behind him, 13 year old Dean appeared.
“Sorry, Dad, I couldn’t stop him.”
“Stop me from what?”
“Stop you from running out into the night, unprepared. What if it hadn’t been Dad?”
Sam’s face fell. He hadn’t thought of that. He looked up sadly at John.
“Sorry, Dad, I didn’t think. I was just glad to see you. I won’t do it again.”
John hugged Sam tightly. “I know you didn’t, Son, but Dean’s right, you need to be careful. Now get back in that room!” He swatted Sam gently on the butt, and all three went in, shut and secured the door. Once inside, Sam hung back, thinking he was in trouble, but soon realized that even though John was tired, he was in a good mood.
“Whatta say we order a pizza tonight, guys? I don’t feel like cooking and I’ll bet you could help me eat a few slices. Go ahead and call it in, Dean and make sure everybody gets what they like.” John was more than happy to plop onto the sofa.
“Sure, Dad, thanks.” Dean headed for the phone and started the call.
John turned to Sam. “How has school been, Sammy?”
“Great, Dad! I got an ‘A’ on the report on the solar system, and my teacher says I’m one of her best students, ‘cause I work hard and don’t talk in class.”
John gave Sam another big hug, much to Sam’s delight. “Good going, Sam! I’m proud of you!”
“Um, pizza’s ordered, Dad,” Dean said, and then turned away.
“Dean? How are you doin’, Son?”
“Fine, I’m doin’ fine.” Dean’s forced smile didn’t fool John one bit. Dean was hiding something. The kid carried enough guilt for three people, and something was wrong.
“You sure? It doesn’t sound ‘fine’. Did something happen while I was gone?” Aw, damn! John thought, here we go. What now? Did Sam do something? Will Dean try and take the rap for Sammy, like always?”
Dean looked over at Sam, who got the hint and left the room. Dean came closer to John, but yet out of arms reach.
“Dad, you know how you helped me study for that big math test before you left? Well, I, uh, I didn’t do so good on it. I’m sorry, Dad, I really tried.” Dean went over to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper, which he handed to John. “I know you aren’t gonna be happy with me.” Dean hung his head. “Do you want me to go get the paddle?” he whispered. John looked at the paper in front of him. Dean’s pencil marks and erasures were everywhere, clearly he tried to work out the problems. A big letter “C” graced the top of the page. John looked up into Dean’s worried eyes. He reached out and pulled a nervous Dean to sit next to him on the sofa.
“Dean-o, did you cheat on this test?” Dean’s eyes flew open in surprise.
“No, sir!”
“Did you do the best you could?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then that’s good enough for me. I know math isn’t your favorite subject. I know how much trouble you were having when we worked together to study for this test. If this is your best work, then good for you! I’m proud of you, Dean-o. No, you don’t have to go get the paddle. I’m not mad at you. Every day you give me a bunch of reasons to be proud of you. You really are a wonderful son.”
Dean looked up shyly, his eyes a little shiny. “Really, Dad?”
John ruffled Dean short hair, which Dean resisted- a little. “Yep, really. Now, anything else to report? No? Good. Thank you for keeping things running smoothly while I was gone.” Dean grinned his usual crooked smile at him.
Just then, there was a firm knock on the door. John readied himself and after checking, opened to door to pay for the hot, steamy pizza that smelled wonderful. “Sam! Pizza’s here. Dean, grab us some cokes. Sam, find something on TV that we can watch while we eat.”
Later, his belly full, sitting between the two boys he loved, John relaxed and let himself drift off to sleep. Perfect way to end the day.