The First Time [5/?]
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Guns
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 8], Sammy [age 4]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
Dean looked down the long opened field it was early morning on a Saturday, and dad had promised to teach Dean something new. That alone was exciting news; dad knew so many cool things. Not like the other kids at school, but he wasn’t allowed to talk about it with them. Dean had always loved doing things with his dad.
He could remember long evenings playing catch with his dad in the front yard. They came to him in flashes, mostly at night, a brief moment of peace before the fire returned. That was a time in his life Dean wasn’t eager to remember despite the fact that he didn’t want to forget him mum. They didn’t play catch anymore, or at least their games didn’t have the same light fun to them. There was something decidedly more important to these ‘games’ that Dean couldn’t fully understand just yet.
John stood partially behind Dean bent so his arms were supporting his Dean’s. In his small hands Dean held a handgun; dad had called it a Glock 9 mil. Dean hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the weapon, when John first produced it from a case. He’d seen guns on TV, watched the ‘good guys’ take down the ‘bad guys’ and they all made it look so cool. Now he was going to get his turn; Dean could barely contain his excitement.
“Easy Dean,” John warned speaking in a low voice directly into Dean’s ear. Before he’d even been allowed to touch the gun, there had been a list of rules he’d had to learn none of them allowed for any fun. It wasn’t a toy, John had told him firmly.
But now, twenty feet away there stood an empty can and Dean was trying to line up his sights like his dad had showed him. Every breath he took knocked him off and he was beginning to feel the frustration.
“Take deep breath Ace,” John instructed, “Now let it go,” Dean did as he was told one eye closed has he put the can in his sights. “Squeeze the trigger,” John encouraged.
The shot was deafening and it caused Dean to jump, he felt the shock of the gun through his body, but John helped control the recoil through his arms. It wasn’t at all like what he saw on TV, it left him breathless and trembling with the rush of adrenalin.
“Good job,” he dad praised, and Dean looked up to see the can lying on its side, one round whole through it.
Thanks for Reading I hope you enjoyed!
Failure [chapter 6]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Guns
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 8], Sammy [age 4]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
Dean looked down the long opened field it was early morning on a Saturday, and dad had promised to teach Dean something new. That alone was exciting news; dad knew so many cool things. Not like the other kids at school, but he wasn’t allowed to talk about it with them. Dean had always loved doing things with his dad.
He could remember long evenings playing catch with his dad in the front yard. They came to him in flashes, mostly at night, a brief moment of peace before the fire returned. That was a time in his life Dean wasn’t eager to remember despite the fact that he didn’t want to forget him mum. They didn’t play catch anymore, or at least their games didn’t have the same light fun to them. There was something decidedly more important to these ‘games’ that Dean couldn’t fully understand just yet.
John stood partially behind Dean bent so his arms were supporting his Dean’s. In his small hands Dean held a handgun; dad had called it a Glock 9 mil. Dean hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the weapon, when John first produced it from a case. He’d seen guns on TV, watched the ‘good guys’ take down the ‘bad guys’ and they all made it look so cool. Now he was going to get his turn; Dean could barely contain his excitement.
“Easy Dean,” John warned speaking in a low voice directly into Dean’s ear. Before he’d even been allowed to touch the gun, there had been a list of rules he’d had to learn none of them allowed for any fun. It wasn’t a toy, John had told him firmly.
But now, twenty feet away there stood an empty can and Dean was trying to line up his sights like his dad had showed him. Every breath he took knocked him off and he was beginning to feel the frustration.
“Take deep breath Ace,” John instructed, “Now let it go,” Dean did as he was told one eye closed has he put the can in his sights. “Squeeze the trigger,” John encouraged.
The shot was deafening and it caused Dean to jump, he felt the shock of the gun through his body, but John helped control the recoil through his arms. It wasn’t at all like what he saw on TV, it left him breathless and trembling with the rush of adrenalin.
“Good job,” he dad praised, and Dean looked up to see the can lying on its side, one round whole through it.
Thanks for Reading I hope you enjoyed!
Failure [chapter 6]