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Title: Problem?
Author: Liv
Claim: Joanna Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Joanna, Dean, and Sam
30_children Prompt: 29. Road Trip
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel Joanna Winchester
Summary: Joanna thinks her father is being possessed by a demon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, I only own Joanna.
For once, Dean was comfortable with not hunting. For once, he was comfortable with just taking a drive across the country without going anywhere. He offered to teach Joanna how to drive the Impala, and he asked Sam if he wanted to pick the music. Sam took advantage of Dean’s lapse of sanity by immediately turning off the radio while Joanna opted to stare at him with her mouth hanging open from her spot in the back seat.
“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, earning herself a ‘don’t push our luck’ glare from Sam. Dean looked into the rearview mirror at Joanna, giving her a puzzled look.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you asked me to drive,” said Joanna dramatically. “Sam’s barely allowed to drive. You have to be seriously injured for you to even consider-”
“Alright I get it,” muttered Dean. The car went quiet for a few moments, Joanna leaning forward in her seat to stare at Dean, shortly followed by Sam. Dean sighed and pulled the car over, staring out the window at the grass fields surrounding the road.
“We should have a picnic,” he said.. Joanna accidentally snorted causing Dean to look back at her. “What?”
“A picnic?” echoed Joanna. “Are you serious?”
“You’re not too old for picnic’s are you?” asked Dean. Joanna gave him a look and slowly shook her head.
“No, I-I guess not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“You’ve never been one for chick-flick moments,” said Sam after Joanna hesitated. She glanced at him and nodded her head slightly, encouraging him to go on. “Frankly we’ve gotten used to you pulling in to the closest bar and fending for ourselves.”
“I don’t make you fend for yourselves,” said Dean, looking from Sam to Joanna. “At least I don’t make her.”
“You stick her with me, Dean,” said Sam, a bit louder than he intended to, making Joanna jump. “And now all of a sudden you want to have a picnic?”
“Well maybe I just want to spend time with the two of you,” snapped Dean. “You know…Jo’s almost 16 and I feel like I don’t even know her. Like…what happened to Cornelius?”
“He’s in my bag,” said Joanna firmly, Dean threw up his hands.
“See! I thought you were too old for stuffed animals. Sam, do you still cry your way through sex?”
“Ewww-!”
“Alright Dean I get it,” said Sam, opening the car door and climbing out.
“Where are you going?” asked Joanna with a frown, staring after Sam. “You’re playing into his trap!?”
Dean stopped and turned back around to look at Joanna. “Trap?”
Joanna nodded, giving him a look that said it was the most obvious reason in the world. “Yeah, you’re obviously a demon processing my father. Because he wouldn’t let me touch his precious car with a ten-foot poll.”
“Joanna Quinn-”
“Just because you used my middle name does not prove you are my father,” said Joanna with a shrug.
“If I were a demon, you’d be dead.”
“But you’re smart. You obviously have planes for Sam and me.”
“Joanna.”
“Whatever. Demon.”
“Sam!”
“What?” asked Sam, trying very hard not to start cracking up as he ducked his head back into the car. Dean nodded at Joanna and Sam shook his head. “She’s you’re daughter.”
“Alleged! He’s a demon-”
“Knock it off, Joanna.”
“Fine,” said Joanna, crossing her arms over her chest and slumping back in her seat. “Are you being possessed by Ruby? ‘Cause that would be hilarious-”
“I said that’s enough!”
“You don’t have to yell,” said Joanna softly, looking down at her feet. “I was just joking.”
Dean’s eyes softened and he reached out, pushing the bangs out of Joanna’s eyes and tucking them behind her ear. “Do you want to go on a fudging picnic or not?”
Joanna’s face split into a grin and she nodded. Sam rolled his eyes. “Can we get your mid-life crisis over with already?”
“At least I’m not buying cars and hooking up with younger women.”
“Right. Because you totally don’t do that on a daily basis.”
“Watch it, Jo.”
“Sorry.”
Author: Liv
Claim: Joanna Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Joanna, Dean, and Sam
30_children Prompt: 29. Road Trip
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: summer/travel Joanna Winchester
Summary: Joanna thinks her father is being possessed by a demon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, I only own Joanna.
For once, Dean was comfortable with not hunting. For once, he was comfortable with just taking a drive across the country without going anywhere. He offered to teach Joanna how to drive the Impala, and he asked Sam if he wanted to pick the music. Sam took advantage of Dean’s lapse of sanity by immediately turning off the radio while Joanna opted to stare at him with her mouth hanging open from her spot in the back seat.
“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, earning herself a ‘don’t push our luck’ glare from Sam. Dean looked into the rearview mirror at Joanna, giving her a puzzled look.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you asked me to drive,” said Joanna dramatically. “Sam’s barely allowed to drive. You have to be seriously injured for you to even consider-”
“Alright I get it,” muttered Dean. The car went quiet for a few moments, Joanna leaning forward in her seat to stare at Dean, shortly followed by Sam. Dean sighed and pulled the car over, staring out the window at the grass fields surrounding the road.
“We should have a picnic,” he said.. Joanna accidentally snorted causing Dean to look back at her. “What?”
“A picnic?” echoed Joanna. “Are you serious?”
“You’re not too old for picnic’s are you?” asked Dean. Joanna gave him a look and slowly shook her head.
“No, I-I guess not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“You’ve never been one for chick-flick moments,” said Sam after Joanna hesitated. She glanced at him and nodded her head slightly, encouraging him to go on. “Frankly we’ve gotten used to you pulling in to the closest bar and fending for ourselves.”
“I don’t make you fend for yourselves,” said Dean, looking from Sam to Joanna. “At least I don’t make her.”
“You stick her with me, Dean,” said Sam, a bit louder than he intended to, making Joanna jump. “And now all of a sudden you want to have a picnic?”
“Well maybe I just want to spend time with the two of you,” snapped Dean. “You know…Jo’s almost 16 and I feel like I don’t even know her. Like…what happened to Cornelius?”
“He’s in my bag,” said Joanna firmly, Dean threw up his hands.
“See! I thought you were too old for stuffed animals. Sam, do you still cry your way through sex?”
“Ewww-!”
“Alright Dean I get it,” said Sam, opening the car door and climbing out.
“Where are you going?” asked Joanna with a frown, staring after Sam. “You’re playing into his trap!?”
Dean stopped and turned back around to look at Joanna. “Trap?”
Joanna nodded, giving him a look that said it was the most obvious reason in the world. “Yeah, you’re obviously a demon processing my father. Because he wouldn’t let me touch his precious car with a ten-foot poll.”
“Joanna Quinn-”
“Just because you used my middle name does not prove you are my father,” said Joanna with a shrug.
“If I were a demon, you’d be dead.”
“But you’re smart. You obviously have planes for Sam and me.”
“Joanna.”
“Whatever. Demon.”
“Sam!”
“What?” asked Sam, trying very hard not to start cracking up as he ducked his head back into the car. Dean nodded at Joanna and Sam shook his head. “She’s you’re daughter.”
“Alleged! He’s a demon-”
“Knock it off, Joanna.”
“Fine,” said Joanna, crossing her arms over her chest and slumping back in her seat. “Are you being possessed by Ruby? ‘Cause that would be hilarious-”
“I said that’s enough!”
“You don’t have to yell,” said Joanna softly, looking down at her feet. “I was just joking.”
Dean’s eyes softened and he reached out, pushing the bangs out of Joanna’s eyes and tucking them behind her ear. “Do you want to go on a fudging picnic or not?”
Joanna’s face split into a grin and she nodded. Sam rolled his eyes. “Can we get your mid-life crisis over with already?”
“At least I’m not buying cars and hooking up with younger women.”
“Right. Because you totally don’t do that on a daily basis.”
“Watch it, Jo.”
“Sorry.”