Fic - Girl's Night Out
Girl's Night Out.
Genre: Gen, G
Characters: John and Dean
Word Count: 657
Summary: Just a ficlet - pre-series, Dean and his Daddy while Momma’s having a girls night out
XXX
Mary liked to call it a girl’s night out. It wasn’t really. First of all, it was just 12:30 in the afternoon. Secondly, she was pregnant and could only drink herbal tea, which made John laugh. His Mary. So tough and sweet and the mother of his little boy and soon to be mother of child number two. She had been known to drink Jack Daniels with a gleam in her eye and toss it back along with the blond hair that cascaded down her shoulders. But that was then. This was now.
Now she was pregnant. And more important than her inner wild child was her inner child. So no. It was herbal tea. She and her friends would go to lunch, shop a little, maybe catch a movie and then she’d come home to John.
Which is how it should be.
No, Mary enjoyed her girl’s night out but it wasn’t about Mary; it was about John and Dean.
John loved Dean like nobodies business, the kid was brash and funny and even at just about four, he was well, a handful. John was running a business and taking care of his family so sometimes… sometimes Mary made an executive decision to just leave. Maybe she needed the break from Dean, maybe Dean just needed to be with his Daddy.
John couldn’t even pretend he didn’t enjoy it.
Right now though it was the Jayhawks and the couch and that was fine with him. That is until Dean monkied his way over the couch and landed with a thump on John’s belly. The ooph of air released was loud enough to get a giggle from Dean and no, John Winchester did not just get ambushed by a four year old.
“Hey, watch it, Tiger.” John growled low and rough but it was all for show and Dean knew it. The kid crawled up John’s chest and propped his head on his hands, eyes a mere two inches from his own.
“Whatcha doin’ Daddy?
“Watching the game, little man. Wanna watch with?”
“Nope. I wanna play.”
“Can you give the old man fifteen minutes, kiddo?”
“Sure.” Dean was always happy to oblige. He didn’t move though, kept himself on John’s chest, eyes watching John like a hawk.
John let it go for a minute or two but obviously, Dean wasn’t moving and the game was hard to watch over the boy, so instead he scooped him up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
“C’mon kiddo, let’s go outside.” Dean laughed and thumped his sturdy legs against John’s chest.
Dean giggled at being held upside down, butt in the air and viewing the world from over his Daddy’s broad shoulders. Dean’s giggle was infectious and John laughed softly with him. A quick hip to the screen door and they were outside on the front lawn.
John spun around quickly, apparently confused. “Where’s Dean? Dude, you were right here.”
He spun hard to the right then the left and Dean’s giggle became louder with each turn.
“I’m right here, Daddy. Right over your shoulder!”
John flipped him up and set the boy on the ground. Dean swayed with dizziness.
“Sorry, Dean…I forgot you were there.”
Finally the dizziness became too much for the boy and he flopped on the ground in tangled heap, legs akimbo and his blond head falling back on the leaves. John lay down next to him and allowed his hand to curl protectively over and around the boy.
“That was fun, Dad! But you were fibbing. You knew where I was.” Dean panted and John followed his son’s gaze to the sky, blue with scattered white clouds.
“That’s true, son.” John admitted.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me fall.”
John leaned over and breathed in the scent of Dean. He smelled faintly of peanut butter and little boy sweat. He dropped a kiss to his towhead.
“Never will, son.”
end
Genre: Gen, G
Characters: John and Dean
Word Count: 657
Summary: Just a ficlet - pre-series, Dean and his Daddy while Momma’s having a girls night out
XXX
Mary liked to call it a girl’s night out. It wasn’t really. First of all, it was just 12:30 in the afternoon. Secondly, she was pregnant and could only drink herbal tea, which made John laugh. His Mary. So tough and sweet and the mother of his little boy and soon to be mother of child number two. She had been known to drink Jack Daniels with a gleam in her eye and toss it back along with the blond hair that cascaded down her shoulders. But that was then. This was now.
Now she was pregnant. And more important than her inner wild child was her inner child. So no. It was herbal tea. She and her friends would go to lunch, shop a little, maybe catch a movie and then she’d come home to John.
Which is how it should be.
No, Mary enjoyed her girl’s night out but it wasn’t about Mary; it was about John and Dean.
John loved Dean like nobodies business, the kid was brash and funny and even at just about four, he was well, a handful. John was running a business and taking care of his family so sometimes… sometimes Mary made an executive decision to just leave. Maybe she needed the break from Dean, maybe Dean just needed to be with his Daddy.
John couldn’t even pretend he didn’t enjoy it.
Right now though it was the Jayhawks and the couch and that was fine with him. That is until Dean monkied his way over the couch and landed with a thump on John’s belly. The ooph of air released was loud enough to get a giggle from Dean and no, John Winchester did not just get ambushed by a four year old.
“Hey, watch it, Tiger.” John growled low and rough but it was all for show and Dean knew it. The kid crawled up John’s chest and propped his head on his hands, eyes a mere two inches from his own.
“Whatcha doin’ Daddy?
“Watching the game, little man. Wanna watch with?”
“Nope. I wanna play.”
“Can you give the old man fifteen minutes, kiddo?”
“Sure.” Dean was always happy to oblige. He didn’t move though, kept himself on John’s chest, eyes watching John like a hawk.
John let it go for a minute or two but obviously, Dean wasn’t moving and the game was hard to watch over the boy, so instead he scooped him up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
“C’mon kiddo, let’s go outside.” Dean laughed and thumped his sturdy legs against John’s chest.
Dean giggled at being held upside down, butt in the air and viewing the world from over his Daddy’s broad shoulders. Dean’s giggle was infectious and John laughed softly with him. A quick hip to the screen door and they were outside on the front lawn.
John spun around quickly, apparently confused. “Where’s Dean? Dude, you were right here.”
He spun hard to the right then the left and Dean’s giggle became louder with each turn.
“I’m right here, Daddy. Right over your shoulder!”
John flipped him up and set the boy on the ground. Dean swayed with dizziness.
“Sorry, Dean…I forgot you were there.”
Finally the dizziness became too much for the boy and he flopped on the ground in tangled heap, legs akimbo and his blond head falling back on the leaves. John lay down next to him and allowed his hand to curl protectively over and around the boy.
“That was fun, Dad! But you were fibbing. You knew where I was.” Dean panted and John followed his son’s gaze to the sky, blue with scattered white clouds.
“That’s true, son.” John admitted.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me fall.”
John leaned over and breathed in the scent of Dean. He smelled faintly of peanut butter and little boy sweat. He dropped a kiss to his towhead.
“Never will, son.”
end