[fic] Moments
Title: Moments
Author: aneko_ariyohou
Rating: PG (for that one bit of swearing)
Characters/Pairings: John, Dean
Prompt: #7: John/Dean - Lock&Load
Spoilers: Um, none outside of season 1, if any.
Word count: 441, which is odd because it seemed longer.
Warnings: Like I said, a bit of swearing?
Summary: It's these moments that Dean remembers the most.
Notes: I seriously have no idea where the hell this came from. And this is my first time posting anything like this on a community here. Or writing for SPN. Many firsts for me! I know this is kinda random sappy crap, and that it's probably as coherent as I usually am, so please be gentle? There's also supposed to be a piece of art to go with this, but I kinda never finished it. Drawing the poses was hard.
I have no idea how to do cuts.
Also, I have no idea about this tagging business, so possibly can that get done for me?
unrelated: I have a severe lackage of SPN icons on LJ.
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John, he knows, rarely shows any other emotion besides focus when it comes to the hunt. When they're chasing after a lead on Mary's death, he becomes relentless in his pursuit. Dean can barely talk him into eating during the chase. When they're just hunting the usual, Dean can almost see the Marine taking charge and executing the plan.
As a child, this was his Superman. This was his superior, his commander, his hero. This is the man who he would follow to the letter, no questions asked. The one who taught him how to care for his weapons, to care for his transportation, how to keep himself alive and off the radar.
Dean hands one of the weapons to his father. John takes it without a word, releases the lock on the magazine and removes it, before tapping it once on the grip and sliding it back in. A nervous twitch Dean's learned he does only on the job when he's thinking about what could go wrong.
Granted, he has every reason to be thinking of what can go wrong. Hunting will never be completely safe. No matter how well-prepared they are when they go in, the target can always prove itself to be one step ahead. Seeing the man in front of him, resolute against the threat of surprise, however, eases Dean's nervousness. His Superman is strong, is sure of their success. He can't help but be reassured by that strength.
It's moments like these. The resounding swish-click of a magazine into a handgun. The sharp noise of a bullet loaded into the chamber. The silent nod of his father, telling him they're ready to hunt.
This is ultimately what he always thinks of when remembering his father. The man pressed up against the wall next to him, checking his weapon to reassure himself it won't jam when he needs it most. The profile made of sharp angels and covered in the beginnings of a beard. Eyes that have a hawk-like focus on the task at hand, only sparing a glance to make sure his backup is following close behind. Dean knows he'll always be the one backing his father up, always be the one following the orders when it comes to his dad. But that doesn't matter. It's never mattered.
The moments of understanding, of trust, of knowing the plan like the workings of their tools; that's his favorite part of the family business. John barely smiles, equivalent to saying "Bastard's going down", before his expression hardens into the kind of focus only obtained from being a soldier. Dean's expression mirrors that focus as they begin their entrance.
Author: aneko_ariyohou
Rating: PG (for that one bit of swearing)
Characters/Pairings: John, Dean
Prompt: #7: John/Dean - Lock&Load
Spoilers: Um, none outside of season 1, if any.
Word count: 441, which is odd because it seemed longer.
Warnings: Like I said, a bit of swearing?
Summary: It's these moments that Dean remembers the most.
Notes: I seriously have no idea where the hell this came from. And this is my first time posting anything like this on a community here. Or writing for SPN. Many firsts for me! I know this is kinda random sappy crap, and that it's probably as coherent as I usually am, so please be gentle? There's also supposed to be a piece of art to go with this, but I kinda never finished it. Drawing the poses was hard.
I have no idea how to do cuts.
Also, I have no idea about this tagging business, so possibly can that get done for me?
unrelated: I have a severe lackage of SPN icons on LJ.
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John, he knows, rarely shows any other emotion besides focus when it comes to the hunt. When they're chasing after a lead on Mary's death, he becomes relentless in his pursuit. Dean can barely talk him into eating during the chase. When they're just hunting the usual, Dean can almost see the Marine taking charge and executing the plan.
As a child, this was his Superman. This was his superior, his commander, his hero. This is the man who he would follow to the letter, no questions asked. The one who taught him how to care for his weapons, to care for his transportation, how to keep himself alive and off the radar.
Dean hands one of the weapons to his father. John takes it without a word, releases the lock on the magazine and removes it, before tapping it once on the grip and sliding it back in. A nervous twitch Dean's learned he does only on the job when he's thinking about what could go wrong.
Granted, he has every reason to be thinking of what can go wrong. Hunting will never be completely safe. No matter how well-prepared they are when they go in, the target can always prove itself to be one step ahead. Seeing the man in front of him, resolute against the threat of surprise, however, eases Dean's nervousness. His Superman is strong, is sure of their success. He can't help but be reassured by that strength.
It's moments like these. The resounding swish-click of a magazine into a handgun. The sharp noise of a bullet loaded into the chamber. The silent nod of his father, telling him they're ready to hunt.
This is ultimately what he always thinks of when remembering his father. The man pressed up against the wall next to him, checking his weapon to reassure himself it won't jam when he needs it most. The profile made of sharp angels and covered in the beginnings of a beard. Eyes that have a hawk-like focus on the task at hand, only sparing a glance to make sure his backup is following close behind. Dean knows he'll always be the one backing his father up, always be the one following the orders when it comes to his dad. But that doesn't matter. It's never mattered.
The moments of understanding, of trust, of knowing the plan like the workings of their tools; that's his favorite part of the family business. John barely smiles, equivalent to saying "Bastard's going down", before his expression hardens into the kind of focus only obtained from being a soldier. Dean's expression mirrors that focus as they begin their entrance.