Letting Go Chapter 3 - Dad the Soldier
A Supernatural Fanfic
Spoilers for Season 1, Episode 16 ("Shadows").
A/N So here's the final view on Shadows, John's. The shortest of the three, but here's hoping it captured him well.
Read part 1 here.
Read part 2 here.
Dad the Soldier
by Woman of Letters
Any soldier will tell you that furloughs are the toughest part of it all.
When you’re in the field, you think of your family, you long for your family, but your heart and soul are in the conflict.
They’d better be. Or you’re dead.
Come home, and the hard shell you’ve built up around your heart - it cracks. And then you have to go back again, get into the game again, and forget them all over again.
I can never forget my boys. Family is the reason for what I do. Hunting to keep my boys safe. Hunting to make it right for Mary.
Sam and I spoke tonight for the first time in years. It was real hard. He wanted to come with me, to fight this thing.
But I’m in the midst of the biggest war action of all - getting close to my prey - and I can’t afford to make mistakes.
Dean reminded me of that.
When Dean and I were together, I could trust him to take care of himself. But this motherfucker is bigger game than we’ve ever tackled; killing it is the reason for my existence. And I don’t want the boys hurt.
I have to do this myself.
Still - and it’s not something I’d ever admit - it hurt like hell to leave them.
It always does.
Spoilers for Season 1, Episode 16 ("Shadows").
A/N So here's the final view on Shadows, John's. The shortest of the three, but here's hoping it captured him well.
Read part 1 here.
Read part 2 here.
Dad the Soldier
by Woman of Letters
Any soldier will tell you that furloughs are the toughest part of it all.
When you’re in the field, you think of your family, you long for your family, but your heart and soul are in the conflict.
They’d better be. Or you’re dead.
Come home, and the hard shell you’ve built up around your heart - it cracks. And then you have to go back again, get into the game again, and forget them all over again.
I can never forget my boys. Family is the reason for what I do. Hunting to keep my boys safe. Hunting to make it right for Mary.
Sam and I spoke tonight for the first time in years. It was real hard. He wanted to come with me, to fight this thing.
But I’m in the midst of the biggest war action of all - getting close to my prey - and I can’t afford to make mistakes.
Dean reminded me of that.
When Dean and I were together, I could trust him to take care of himself. But this motherfucker is bigger game than we’ve ever tackled; killing it is the reason for my existence. And I don’t want the boys hurt.
I have to do this myself.
Still - and it’s not something I’d ever admit - it hurt like hell to leave them.
It always does.