Trust [Supernatural, John + Sam/Dean, PG13]
Title: Trust
Author: misanagi
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Angst.
Word count: 619
Prompt: John + Dean/Sam, playing oblivious, he'd rather think they don't know he's noticed
It's dark and a moonless night when John first finds out. He had his suspicions before but it isn't until he gets back unexpectedly to the motel room and hears the moans and grunts that all doubts abandon him.
His reaction surprises him because he figures he should be more upset about it but he isn't even surprised. It is something he has known in the back of his mind for a while, probably even before his boys realized it.
It's possibly his fault. He isolated them to the point that there is no other person they can really trust. It isn't easy to know that the things that creep in the dark are real, even less to hunt them. It's no surprise they drifted towards each other.
He doesn't say anything, though, and pretends to arrive the next morning while Sam is at school and Dean in lazing in the motel room, cleaning their guns. He acts as if he doesn't know but he can't help but notice the things he had ignored before: the long glances between them, the touches that linger just a bit too long, the hidden meanings in their banter.
Another job comes up and he's just too happy to leave. It's a werewolf and he has to wait for the moon because he won't hunt it in its human form. He receives a call from Sam on the seventh day but ignores it. He can't leave the hunt now and Dean can take care of his brother.
When he goes back after the creature has been killed he finds the motel room empty. It isn't hard to find them. They are two towns over and Dean has his arm in a cast. Ghosts, apparently, haunting a nearby house. Sam glares at him as soon as he walks into the room and accuses him of leaving them, of not caring. It would hurt more if John couldn't see that Sam's anger is all on behalf of his brother.
Later that night Dean tells him about the hunt. The boys did well, even if the got hurt. John knows it won't be the last time. Dean understands but Sam's accusing glare never completely goes away.
He stays with the boys less and less. They are cramped in a hotel room and tensions run high. John notices their need for each other and while he's there the boys can't be together. They are all playing oblivious. He lets them have their alone time and when there isn't a hunt or a trail he makes one up. Dean sometimes gives him a look just before he leaves but John would rather thing he hasn't noticed. They never talk about it.
Sam grows angrier with him, because he leaves, because Dean doesn't mind, because Dean feels the same urge to hunt as he does, because he's afraid of loosing his brother as well as his father. The day John tells Sam that he can't have an normal life, that Dean is all he can ever have, is as close as he ever comes to putting what he knows into words.
Sam leaves less than a month later.
John takes Dean on his hunts more often. The boy doesn't have Sam to look after anymore and it's the only thing John can think of doing. Sam doesn't come back, he doesn't call and John's heart hardens each day Dean tries not to speak Sam's name.
When he catches the trail of the demon, Dean isn't with him. The decision to leave, to disappear, isn't easy but as he ignores Dean's calls he hopes that sooner or later Dean will go back to the only other person he can trust.
Maybe something good can come out of it in the end.
Author: misanagi
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Angst.
Word count: 619
Prompt: John + Dean/Sam, playing oblivious, he'd rather think they don't know he's noticed
It's dark and a moonless night when John first finds out. He had his suspicions before but it isn't until he gets back unexpectedly to the motel room and hears the moans and grunts that all doubts abandon him.
His reaction surprises him because he figures he should be more upset about it but he isn't even surprised. It is something he has known in the back of his mind for a while, probably even before his boys realized it.
It's possibly his fault. He isolated them to the point that there is no other person they can really trust. It isn't easy to know that the things that creep in the dark are real, even less to hunt them. It's no surprise they drifted towards each other.
He doesn't say anything, though, and pretends to arrive the next morning while Sam is at school and Dean in lazing in the motel room, cleaning their guns. He acts as if he doesn't know but he can't help but notice the things he had ignored before: the long glances between them, the touches that linger just a bit too long, the hidden meanings in their banter.
Another job comes up and he's just too happy to leave. It's a werewolf and he has to wait for the moon because he won't hunt it in its human form. He receives a call from Sam on the seventh day but ignores it. He can't leave the hunt now and Dean can take care of his brother.
When he goes back after the creature has been killed he finds the motel room empty. It isn't hard to find them. They are two towns over and Dean has his arm in a cast. Ghosts, apparently, haunting a nearby house. Sam glares at him as soon as he walks into the room and accuses him of leaving them, of not caring. It would hurt more if John couldn't see that Sam's anger is all on behalf of his brother.
Later that night Dean tells him about the hunt. The boys did well, even if the got hurt. John knows it won't be the last time. Dean understands but Sam's accusing glare never completely goes away.
He stays with the boys less and less. They are cramped in a hotel room and tensions run high. John notices their need for each other and while he's there the boys can't be together. They are all playing oblivious. He lets them have their alone time and when there isn't a hunt or a trail he makes one up. Dean sometimes gives him a look just before he leaves but John would rather thing he hasn't noticed. They never talk about it.
Sam grows angrier with him, because he leaves, because Dean doesn't mind, because Dean feels the same urge to hunt as he does, because he's afraid of loosing his brother as well as his father. The day John tells Sam that he can't have an normal life, that Dean is all he can ever have, is as close as he ever comes to putting what he knows into words.
Sam leaves less than a month later.
John takes Dean on his hunts more often. The boy doesn't have Sam to look after anymore and it's the only thing John can think of doing. Sam doesn't come back, he doesn't call and John's heart hardens each day Dean tries not to speak Sam's name.
When he catches the trail of the demon, Dean isn't with him. The decision to leave, to disappear, isn't easy but as he ignores Dean's calls he hopes that sooner or later Dean will go back to the only other person he can trust.
Maybe something good can come out of it in the end.