Man of the House
Title: Man of the House
Author: lightdemon88
Rating: Hard PG-13.. More language issue…age
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm earning no money.
Challenge Week: Week 9
Word Count: 1105
Characters: John, Mary, Joyce, Dean, Carmen, Sam, Jessica, Buffy and Dawn
Spoilers: Post “Chosen” and AU Supernatural.
Summary: John knew a bad situation when he saw one, but this time, he didn’t care.
Prompt: Joyce/John - Domestic - Pg-13
John Winchester was not a stupid man. No, most people who knew him knew that he didn’t fall for the obvious traps, or even most not so obvious ones. But there were certain times when John got himself into deep shit. The shit varied, small to big, but he usually got out of it. But, there was a small percentage of the time that John wished that he hadn’t moved out of the way of this or that demon, so that he’d get his peace. Finally being able to stop the hunting and be with his wife. But, those thoughts were few and far between and whenever those thoughts did come, right in the heat of battle, he remembered his mission and his sons, his sister and her daughters, and he fought back.
So, when John Winchester was given the chance to leave that behind for something better, a new life, he contemplated it. He refused to get sucked into this, but when he saw her, everything changed.
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“Mary!” John called out. He closed the front door behind and smiled when heard her answer. After pulling off his coat and kicking off his shoes, John sought out his wife. Walking past the living room, John shook his head as he watched Dean and Sam argue as they played a game.
“And how old are you two again?” he laughed.
“Twenty-three is a reasonable age, but twenty-seven?” Sam shook his head. His eyes never left the screen. “Dean’s way past his prime.”
“Shut it, Sammy,” Dean elbowed his younger brother, trying to break his lead.
Continuing past them, John made his way to kitchen. He stopped and leaned against the frame as he watched Mary cooking dinner.
“How was work?” She asked, after finally seeing him.
Stepping closer, he took her in his arms and placed a kiss on her lips. “Glad to be home.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No, but I’d rather be here,” he smiled. He wasn’t letting her go, afraid that something might happen. “Where’s everyone else?”
Stepping away from him, Mary gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“Well, if I remember correctly, tomorrow is my birthday and I know my dear sister would never miss a chance to take cheap shots at me because of my age. And that also means that Buffy and Dawn aren’t far behind. And why else would Sammy be here?”
“What, he can’t visit once in a while?” Mary asked.
“He can, but he usually calls, he doesn’t just show up like he did,” John pointed out. “And Jessica came with him and she wouldn’t let me anywhere near their car, which suggests there’s something in there I shouldn’t be shown.”
“We can’t get anything past you, can we? Fine, yes, there’s a party in the works. At least try to act surprised tomorrow.”
“Anything for you.”
“Now, go, I need to finish and everyone’s on their way back from shopping.”
John let himself be ushered out of the kitchen and back into the living room, where Dean and Sam were still fiercely playing against one another. Sitting in his recliner, John took everything in.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, dad?” Dean asked. His eyes, too, stayed glued to the screen.
John really took a second to think about his sons’ question, but then he realized his mistake. This wasn’t his son, this was all part of the Djinn’s trick, forcing people into a fantasy of their choosing, while it did god knows what to them in the real world. When he first woke up, at the garage that he used to work at, he was ready to break himself out of the trance. But, one of his friends told him that his wife had called and he stopped himself.
He was in disbelief when he saw her. His Mary was still alive, and there was Dean, stuffing his face, while his long time girlfriend, Carmen, shook her head at him. He grabbed the both of them for dear life and he hadn’t planned on letting go. He asked where Sam was, and that when John realized this could have been a future if the demon didn’t ruin their lives.
Sam was in California, a Stanford graduate, pursuing his lawyer career. He had a fiancée, Jessica and they were happy and demon free. Dean and his girlfriend lived in town, just a drive away. He worked at the shop with him and Carmen was a nurse. And he and Mary couldn’t have been happier for their kids and their own relationship was just as great.
In the two days he had been here, John was happier than he could ever remember.
“What tomorrow’s gonna be like.”
“Just another day, nothing outta the ordinary,” Sam shrugged.
“Right,” John nodded. The doorbell rang soon after. Trying to seem uninterested, John spoke, “Hmm, wonder who that could be?”
Rising from his chair, wincing a little at his leg, he walked to the front door. He spoke a silent prayer, hoping that the rest of his family was living a nice, normal life. Pulling it open, he smiled at the five women, Joyce, Carmen, Jessica, Buffy and Dawn.
“How are my favorite women?”
“Getting a bit senile, are we?” Joyce asked. “You have only one woman in your life, not six.”
“You can’t be that far behind,” he reminded her. “You’re three years younger, making you--”
“Making me what?” Joyce’s hands went to her hips, a glare leveled at him.
“You fell straight into that one,” Buffy spoke. Behind her, Dawn nodded her agreement.
“Making you a very healthy looking twenty-five,” he answered.
“That’s what I thought,” she smiled as she engulfed him in a hug. After she let go and walked inside, he got a chance to hug everyone. He held Buffy the longest, which she didn’t understand, and then, surprising everyone, he hugged Joyce a second time. Before the Djinn attacked, things were not okay in his world.
“Dinner’s almost ready!” Mary’s voice carried throughout the house.
“Let’s all head to the table then,” John walked to the dining room, everyone following behind. He sat at the head of the table, watching as everyone took their seats. Mary was bringing food out and talking with Joyce. John smiled at the scene before him; this could have been his life and now it was. He had originally told himself that he’d get himself out of this, back to the real world, but seeing this, having the Winchester’s together again, made him doubtful.
Maybe he could get used to this, being the dad he always thought he could be. Maybe.
Author: lightdemon88
Rating: Hard PG-13.. More language issue…age
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I'm earning no money.
Challenge Week: Week 9
Word Count: 1105
Characters: John, Mary, Joyce, Dean, Carmen, Sam, Jessica, Buffy and Dawn
Spoilers: Post “Chosen” and AU Supernatural.
Summary: John knew a bad situation when he saw one, but this time, he didn’t care.
Prompt: Joyce/John - Domestic - Pg-13
John Winchester was not a stupid man. No, most people who knew him knew that he didn’t fall for the obvious traps, or even most not so obvious ones. But there were certain times when John got himself into deep shit. The shit varied, small to big, but he usually got out of it. But, there was a small percentage of the time that John wished that he hadn’t moved out of the way of this or that demon, so that he’d get his peace. Finally being able to stop the hunting and be with his wife. But, those thoughts were few and far between and whenever those thoughts did come, right in the heat of battle, he remembered his mission and his sons, his sister and her daughters, and he fought back.
So, when John Winchester was given the chance to leave that behind for something better, a new life, he contemplated it. He refused to get sucked into this, but when he saw her, everything changed.
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“Mary!” John called out. He closed the front door behind and smiled when heard her answer. After pulling off his coat and kicking off his shoes, John sought out his wife. Walking past the living room, John shook his head as he watched Dean and Sam argue as they played a game.
“And how old are you two again?” he laughed.
“Twenty-three is a reasonable age, but twenty-seven?” Sam shook his head. His eyes never left the screen. “Dean’s way past his prime.”
“Shut it, Sammy,” Dean elbowed his younger brother, trying to break his lead.
Continuing past them, John made his way to kitchen. He stopped and leaned against the frame as he watched Mary cooking dinner.
“How was work?” She asked, after finally seeing him.
Stepping closer, he took her in his arms and placed a kiss on her lips. “Glad to be home.”
“That bad, huh?”
“No, but I’d rather be here,” he smiled. He wasn’t letting her go, afraid that something might happen. “Where’s everyone else?”
Stepping away from him, Mary gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“Well, if I remember correctly, tomorrow is my birthday and I know my dear sister would never miss a chance to take cheap shots at me because of my age. And that also means that Buffy and Dawn aren’t far behind. And why else would Sammy be here?”
“What, he can’t visit once in a while?” Mary asked.
“He can, but he usually calls, he doesn’t just show up like he did,” John pointed out. “And Jessica came with him and she wouldn’t let me anywhere near their car, which suggests there’s something in there I shouldn’t be shown.”
“We can’t get anything past you, can we? Fine, yes, there’s a party in the works. At least try to act surprised tomorrow.”
“Anything for you.”
“Now, go, I need to finish and everyone’s on their way back from shopping.”
John let himself be ushered out of the kitchen and back into the living room, where Dean and Sam were still fiercely playing against one another. Sitting in his recliner, John took everything in.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, dad?” Dean asked. His eyes, too, stayed glued to the screen.
John really took a second to think about his sons’ question, but then he realized his mistake. This wasn’t his son, this was all part of the Djinn’s trick, forcing people into a fantasy of their choosing, while it did god knows what to them in the real world. When he first woke up, at the garage that he used to work at, he was ready to break himself out of the trance. But, one of his friends told him that his wife had called and he stopped himself.
He was in disbelief when he saw her. His Mary was still alive, and there was Dean, stuffing his face, while his long time girlfriend, Carmen, shook her head at him. He grabbed the both of them for dear life and he hadn’t planned on letting go. He asked where Sam was, and that when John realized this could have been a future if the demon didn’t ruin their lives.
Sam was in California, a Stanford graduate, pursuing his lawyer career. He had a fiancée, Jessica and they were happy and demon free. Dean and his girlfriend lived in town, just a drive away. He worked at the shop with him and Carmen was a nurse. And he and Mary couldn’t have been happier for their kids and their own relationship was just as great.
In the two days he had been here, John was happier than he could ever remember.
“What tomorrow’s gonna be like.”
“Just another day, nothing outta the ordinary,” Sam shrugged.
“Right,” John nodded. The doorbell rang soon after. Trying to seem uninterested, John spoke, “Hmm, wonder who that could be?”
Rising from his chair, wincing a little at his leg, he walked to the front door. He spoke a silent prayer, hoping that the rest of his family was living a nice, normal life. Pulling it open, he smiled at the five women, Joyce, Carmen, Jessica, Buffy and Dawn.
“How are my favorite women?”
“Getting a bit senile, are we?” Joyce asked. “You have only one woman in your life, not six.”
“You can’t be that far behind,” he reminded her. “You’re three years younger, making you--”
“Making me what?” Joyce’s hands went to her hips, a glare leveled at him.
“You fell straight into that one,” Buffy spoke. Behind her, Dawn nodded her agreement.
“Making you a very healthy looking twenty-five,” he answered.
“That’s what I thought,” she smiled as she engulfed him in a hug. After she let go and walked inside, he got a chance to hug everyone. He held Buffy the longest, which she didn’t understand, and then, surprising everyone, he hugged Joyce a second time. Before the Djinn attacked, things were not okay in his world.
“Dinner’s almost ready!” Mary’s voice carried throughout the house.
“Let’s all head to the table then,” John walked to the dining room, everyone following behind. He sat at the head of the table, watching as everyone took their seats. Mary was bringing food out and talking with Joyce. John smiled at the scene before him; this could have been his life and now it was. He had originally told himself that he’d get himself out of this, back to the real world, but seeing this, having the Winchester’s together again, made him doubtful.
Maybe he could get used to this, being the dad he always thought he could be. Maybe.