FIC: SPN/SV - A Love Story - John/Genevieve, John/Mary - PG13
John met Genevieve Teague when he was sixteen years old. It wasn’t love at first sight. He didn’t know if he could ever say he loved her.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: John/Genevieve Teague, John/Mary
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, if I did do you think the last thirty seconds of the season finale of Supernatural would have happened?
NOTE: The next to the last section happens sometime mid-Smallville Season 4 arc, before Jason appears to lose his mind. Also, there will be a sequel of the Dean(Jason)/Lex flavor.
SUMMARY: John met Genevieve Teague when he was sixteen years old. It wasn’t love at first sight. He didn’t know if he could ever say he loved her.
A Love Story
John met Genevieve Teague when he was sixteen years old. It wasn’t love at first sight. He didn’t know if he could ever say he loved her.
He was sixteen and male and Genevieve was beautiful and smart and it would take six months before John figured out that he was Genevieve’s way of rebelling against her father.
Even then he didn’t care.
He was sixteen and male, Genevieve was willing and able. When they were in the backseat of Genevieve’s car it didn’t matter to him back that his daddy almost lost his job as a result or that his momma got blackballed in the circles that she just barely skirted the edges of.
He was having sex with a girl that on a normal day wouldn’t say two words to him.
If he hadn’t been sixteen and thinking with his downstairs brain he probably could have figured that out, but really he was having sex and he didn’t care.
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They were broke up more then they were ever together. In a good year they might spend two months actually speaking to each other and the other ten plotting each others downfall.
It got easier to avoid her when he up and enlisted; it hadn’t been that difficult a decision to make.
Any job that he could have got would have had him being paid somehow by Jason Teague and John just couldn’t have that.
Although when he and Genevieve were on the outs her old man actually was nice to him. It was only for that two months a year when John couldn’t get a beer or buy soap at the grocery store.
Teague controlled every business in town and when he was unhappy everyone else was unhappy. Having his only daughter date a boy that made minimum wage instead of the high society boys he threw her way made him very unhappy.
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They got together whenever he was in town, John didn’t know how she knew when he was going to be on leave.
Half the time he wouldn’t even know when he would get time off, let alone have enough warning to let his parents know so that it would have time to make it through the grapevine.
But he would arrive home, duffel slung over his shoulder and Genevieve would be sitting on his daddy’s front porch looking as out of place as she ever did.
It was probably bad luck that he got leave again so soon after he’d just had it. But two months after he’d been home he was back in town for the funeral of Stevie Jamerson.
Genevieve wasn’t on his front porch when he got in; of course it was three in the morning so he decided to keep that in mind for any other trips home.
She arrived at nine though, looking pale and drawn and she’d dragged him out of the house without even saying a word to his parents.
She didn’t even say a word to him, just drove the car that was worth more then he would make in four years out to Patterson’s Lake and was silent the entire way.
Which was unsettling enough, but even after they parked she didn’t say anything. Just shut the car off and rested her hands in her lap and stared out across the lake.
“Genevieve…” he started. He’d tried calling her Genny once and she’d about taken his head off. Let alone what she’d done when he called her ‘baby’ that one time.
“I’m pregnant.”
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She wanted to have the baby but didn’t want to get married.
“I refuse to be a military wife,” she said in that haughty tone that he’d always hated. Like she was so much better then everyone else because her daddy had money and one day it would be hers.
“Then what…?” because what the hell did she want then? He didn’t understand why she would bare the stigma of being a single mother instead of marrying him.
“Do I look like a military wife to you?” she sneered.
John wisely kept his mouth shut. Even as he thought about Paige and Claire, with their manicure appointments five days a week and visits to the hair salon three times a week. They spent more time with their hairdressers and manicurists then they did with their husbands.
John knew this because Adam and Wayne took every opportunity to tell him how lucky he was to be single and not married and able to do whatever the hell he wanted.
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She made him move from the barracks on base to an apartment off base that he couldn’t afford. Her daddy footed the bill and she spent her free time decorating it with things that John was afraid to touch.
He’d had to put his foot down when she tried to get rid of his Grandma’s afghan because it didn’t match the new décor in the bedroom.
That afghan was his, one of the few things in the large breakable apartment that was, he’d be damned if she’d toss it out because it hadn’t cost a thousand dollars.
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John met Mary when Genevieve was in her eighth month and confined to the bed. The baby had attempted to come early and while Genevieve didn’t want to have any idea what the baby was John could feel in his gut that it was a boy.
And his boy was impatient. Of course if he had Genevieve as his mom he’d probably be impatient to get out and free as soon as possible too.
So Genevieve was in bed bitching up a storm, and John met Mary.
And fell in love at first sight.
Of course he didn’t tell anyone that.
Genevieve might be quite vocal about that fact that she didn’t love him, actually kind of hated him but if she thought he was interested in another woman she would kill her.
She could be kind of contrary that way.
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The baby came exactly on time.
Then spent three days with no name while John and Genevieve fought over what to call him.
They finally settled on Jason (for Genevieve’s dad) Dean (for a buddy of John’s that had been killed in Vietnam) and probably confused the boy from the moment they started calling him by his name.
Because Genevieve called him Jason and John called him Dean and it would serve them right if the boy grew up strange.
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John came home to find his and Dean’s stuff packed and Genevieve waiting by the door to hand the baby off.
“What?” he cuddled the boy close to him, breathed in the scent of his son and stared at Genevieve in incomprehension.
“I can’t do this anymore. Sitting home with nothing to do but wait for him to need me. My father will forgive me if I come home, but I can’t take him with me.”
John stared at her.
“You’re just going to abandon him?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of mother are you?”
“Please,” she rolled her eyes. “He’d rather be with you instead of me anyway.”
And that was true. Dean would cry and fuss any time that Genevieve had him to herself, which John didn’t know first hand but only because she told him so every night.
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Mary was Dean’s impromptu babysitter, he’d been desperate for help and Mary had seen him with Dean one day when he’d gone out for coffee and had brought Dean with him.
Dean was a natural flirt at 6 months and had Mary wrapped around his fingers after their first meeting.
For John it took a bit longer, they went on their first date six months after Genevieve left them. They got married a year later. A little over a year later and they were pregnant with Sammy.
Dean was still Jason Dean Winchester on his birth certificate, his father was listed as John, his mother as Genevieve but the first word he spoke was to Mary and it was to call her Mom.
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Mary had been dead for two years when Genevieve contacted him for the first time since their split.
She wanted to see her son and would not take no for an answer.
“He doesn’t know who you are,” John said.
John had been going to tell him when Dean was an adult and capable of understanding that the woman that he’d grown up thinking was his mother wasn’t actually.
Although Dean might be able to understand that now, for a six-year old he was smart, intuitive. And talking again which John thanked his lucky stars for.
“I don’t care what you’ve told him. I want to see my son. If you try to keep him from me I’ll fight you for him and you’ll never see him again.”
John had always known Genevieve was a vicious, manipulative bitch. That right there just proved it.
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John went with him the first time that Dean met Genevieve. Sammy stayed with Pastor Jim blissfully unaware that anything of importance was happening.
Dean stayed glued to his side in the restaurant, answered Genevieve in monosyllables when he deigned to respond to her at all.
He was wary of this new person that his father was introducing him to and John thought that Dean might be a better judge of character then John was.
Genevieve was suitably pissed off when Dean wouldn’t bond with her immediately; John used it as his reasoning as to why they shouldn’t be meeting unsupervised.
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Dean was nine the first time that John couldn’t put a halt to Genevieve demanding a week of her son’s life.
John regretted it the minute that Dean came back and wouldn’t say a word. Just walked through the door, dropped his bag on the floor and locked himself in his bedroom.
He wouldn’t even answer Sammy’s demands for attention. John had been half tempted to break the door down and find out what the hell had happened.
But he couldn’t do that with Sammy there, because Sammy didn’t know that instead of a fun-filled week at Camp Ottawata Dean had spent a possibly pain-filled week with his birth mother.
He came out for dinner, dragging his food around his plate with his fork and scowling the entire time. When Sammy was sent to bed Dean hugged him tight and then sat on the floor in front of his fathers chair hugging his knees.
He looked lost and alone and scared and John couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen any of those expressions on Dean’s face. Let alone all of them at the same time.
“I don’t want to go back there again. Don’t make me dad,” said so quietly that John had to strain to hear it.
He wanted to hug his son, hold him tight and tell him it would be okay. But Genevieve had money and power on her side and if she wanted Dean nothing would stand in her way.
“We don’t have a choice in the matter son,” he said gruffly. “If you don’t go, she takes you away and then Sammy and I don’t ever see you again.”
Dean’s bottom lip trembled slightly and he captured it between his teeth to stop it from doing so.
“She calls me Jason and she’s… she’s weird.”
John leaned his head back; weird could mean a lot of things. Could mean monster or demon or it could just mean that Dean didn’t like having to call someone besides Mary mom.
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Dean spent a week every six months with Genevieve. Considering how often they moved around John was never sure how exactly she managed to track them down. It was possible that she was having them watched or followed.
But the day that Dean was due to leave a car would show up outside wherever they were currently living. Dean would scowl and mutter and thankfully Sammy remained oblivious to it all.
John dreaded the day that explanations would have to be made and hoped that he wouldn’t have to be the one to make them.
Every time that he came back Dean would be quiet and sullen, sometimes only Sammy was the one who could pull him from his wherever his visits with Genevieve sent him.
John wished there was a way to put a halt to the visits but if anything he knew Genevieve was getting ready to demand more then her two weeks a year.
Luckily Dean was a few short months from turning eighteen and would soon be able to make his own decisions.
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When Sam left for college there was no need for secrecy, at least that had to be what Genevieve was thinking.
She demanded more and more time of Dean’s and the longer his boy spent with her the longer it took for Dean to become Dean again and not some boy that he didn’t know whose name wasn’t one that he’d ever called his son.
When she called she asked for Jason, the first time it had happened John had said wrong number and hung up on her.
Dean took the calls though, answered to that name and John wondered if he would lose his son to the Teague’s money and power.
Things that Dean as a Winchester had never had access to unless he had a shotgun in his hand.
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John got tired of waiting for Dean to contact him.
Seven months and not a word, he knew that Dean was in Smallville, Kansas. Knew that he was living under with his mother and John hated even having to associate that word with Genevieve.
Mary had been Dean’s mother.
Mary had been the one to raise him for four years, holding him and loving him and being the one that Dean had loved without question.
Genevieve had been the woman who gave birth to him and that was it.
Sammy was gone, had been gone for years and all John had left was Dean. He wouldn’t allow Genevieve to snatch his son out from under him when she’d spent the first couple years of his life probably trying to forget that he existed.
He made the trip to Smallville in under two days, pushing himself and his truck to the limit. There was no sign of the Impala and he wondered where Genevieve had told him to hold it.
He waited for his son in his room and when they left Smallville he would call Genevieve and tell her that her security sucked, especially if she was planning on going up against the Luthor’s.
The room that he waited in wasn’t Dean’s. This room belonged to a boy that John had never been introduced to and there were pictures of people that John didn’t recognize.
There was one lone picture of him and Sam, buried behind some others like an afterthought and for some reason that made John unreasonably angry.
Bad enough for Genevieve to be taking his boy away from him, but for her to try and cut him and Sam totally out of Dean’s life?
That just wasn’t going to happen.
He’d keep Dean busy for now on. Separate jobs, he decided. Dean had been making noises before he’d left about doing some gigs on his own seeing as how ‘fuck dad, I’m not a kid anymore’.
Keep him to busy to even think about Genevieve and the Teague’s, and maybe she’d take the hint and leave them in peace finally.
He was still angry about the picture when Dean walked in, wearing clothes that Dean wouldn’t be caught dead in and John knocked him on his ass.
Then picked him up, cradled him in his arms like he hadn’t since Dean was a baby and carried him home.
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It was the move of a desperate man John decided. Leaving Dean and cutting off all contact.
John knew his son well enough to know that Dean’s first action after not being able to contact him for an extended period of time would be to go for Sammy.
The demon rearing his head after so long and drawing John’s attention was partially a blessing in disguise.
Keep the boys on the move, keep Dean away from Genevieve and all would be well.
John wanted Dean to have a family, have a home. He didn’t want Dean to gain those things without John and Sam being a part of them.
RATING: PG13
PAIRING: John/Genevieve Teague, John/Mary
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, if I did do you think the last thirty seconds of the season finale of Supernatural would have happened?
NOTE: The next to the last section happens sometime mid-Smallville Season 4 arc, before Jason appears to lose his mind. Also, there will be a sequel of the Dean(Jason)/Lex flavor.
SUMMARY: John met Genevieve Teague when he was sixteen years old. It wasn’t love at first sight. He didn’t know if he could ever say he loved her.
A Love Story
John met Genevieve Teague when he was sixteen years old. It wasn’t love at first sight. He didn’t know if he could ever say he loved her.
He was sixteen and male and Genevieve was beautiful and smart and it would take six months before John figured out that he was Genevieve’s way of rebelling against her father.
Even then he didn’t care.
He was sixteen and male, Genevieve was willing and able. When they were in the backseat of Genevieve’s car it didn’t matter to him back that his daddy almost lost his job as a result or that his momma got blackballed in the circles that she just barely skirted the edges of.
He was having sex with a girl that on a normal day wouldn’t say two words to him.
If he hadn’t been sixteen and thinking with his downstairs brain he probably could have figured that out, but really he was having sex and he didn’t care.
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They were broke up more then they were ever together. In a good year they might spend two months actually speaking to each other and the other ten plotting each others downfall.
It got easier to avoid her when he up and enlisted; it hadn’t been that difficult a decision to make.
Any job that he could have got would have had him being paid somehow by Jason Teague and John just couldn’t have that.
Although when he and Genevieve were on the outs her old man actually was nice to him. It was only for that two months a year when John couldn’t get a beer or buy soap at the grocery store.
Teague controlled every business in town and when he was unhappy everyone else was unhappy. Having his only daughter date a boy that made minimum wage instead of the high society boys he threw her way made him very unhappy.
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They got together whenever he was in town, John didn’t know how she knew when he was going to be on leave.
Half the time he wouldn’t even know when he would get time off, let alone have enough warning to let his parents know so that it would have time to make it through the grapevine.
But he would arrive home, duffel slung over his shoulder and Genevieve would be sitting on his daddy’s front porch looking as out of place as she ever did.
It was probably bad luck that he got leave again so soon after he’d just had it. But two months after he’d been home he was back in town for the funeral of Stevie Jamerson.
Genevieve wasn’t on his front porch when he got in; of course it was three in the morning so he decided to keep that in mind for any other trips home.
She arrived at nine though, looking pale and drawn and she’d dragged him out of the house without even saying a word to his parents.
She didn’t even say a word to him, just drove the car that was worth more then he would make in four years out to Patterson’s Lake and was silent the entire way.
Which was unsettling enough, but even after they parked she didn’t say anything. Just shut the car off and rested her hands in her lap and stared out across the lake.
“Genevieve…” he started. He’d tried calling her Genny once and she’d about taken his head off. Let alone what she’d done when he called her ‘baby’ that one time.
“I’m pregnant.”
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She wanted to have the baby but didn’t want to get married.
“I refuse to be a military wife,” she said in that haughty tone that he’d always hated. Like she was so much better then everyone else because her daddy had money and one day it would be hers.
“Then what…?” because what the hell did she want then? He didn’t understand why she would bare the stigma of being a single mother instead of marrying him.
“Do I look like a military wife to you?” she sneered.
John wisely kept his mouth shut. Even as he thought about Paige and Claire, with their manicure appointments five days a week and visits to the hair salon three times a week. They spent more time with their hairdressers and manicurists then they did with their husbands.
John knew this because Adam and Wayne took every opportunity to tell him how lucky he was to be single and not married and able to do whatever the hell he wanted.
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She made him move from the barracks on base to an apartment off base that he couldn’t afford. Her daddy footed the bill and she spent her free time decorating it with things that John was afraid to touch.
He’d had to put his foot down when she tried to get rid of his Grandma’s afghan because it didn’t match the new décor in the bedroom.
That afghan was his, one of the few things in the large breakable apartment that was, he’d be damned if she’d toss it out because it hadn’t cost a thousand dollars.
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John met Mary when Genevieve was in her eighth month and confined to the bed. The baby had attempted to come early and while Genevieve didn’t want to have any idea what the baby was John could feel in his gut that it was a boy.
And his boy was impatient. Of course if he had Genevieve as his mom he’d probably be impatient to get out and free as soon as possible too.
So Genevieve was in bed bitching up a storm, and John met Mary.
And fell in love at first sight.
Of course he didn’t tell anyone that.
Genevieve might be quite vocal about that fact that she didn’t love him, actually kind of hated him but if she thought he was interested in another woman she would kill her.
She could be kind of contrary that way.
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The baby came exactly on time.
Then spent three days with no name while John and Genevieve fought over what to call him.
They finally settled on Jason (for Genevieve’s dad) Dean (for a buddy of John’s that had been killed in Vietnam) and probably confused the boy from the moment they started calling him by his name.
Because Genevieve called him Jason and John called him Dean and it would serve them right if the boy grew up strange.
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John came home to find his and Dean’s stuff packed and Genevieve waiting by the door to hand the baby off.
“What?” he cuddled the boy close to him, breathed in the scent of his son and stared at Genevieve in incomprehension.
“I can’t do this anymore. Sitting home with nothing to do but wait for him to need me. My father will forgive me if I come home, but I can’t take him with me.”
John stared at her.
“You’re just going to abandon him?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of mother are you?”
“Please,” she rolled her eyes. “He’d rather be with you instead of me anyway.”
And that was true. Dean would cry and fuss any time that Genevieve had him to herself, which John didn’t know first hand but only because she told him so every night.
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Mary was Dean’s impromptu babysitter, he’d been desperate for help and Mary had seen him with Dean one day when he’d gone out for coffee and had brought Dean with him.
Dean was a natural flirt at 6 months and had Mary wrapped around his fingers after their first meeting.
For John it took a bit longer, they went on their first date six months after Genevieve left them. They got married a year later. A little over a year later and they were pregnant with Sammy.
Dean was still Jason Dean Winchester on his birth certificate, his father was listed as John, his mother as Genevieve but the first word he spoke was to Mary and it was to call her Mom.
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Mary had been dead for two years when Genevieve contacted him for the first time since their split.
She wanted to see her son and would not take no for an answer.
“He doesn’t know who you are,” John said.
John had been going to tell him when Dean was an adult and capable of understanding that the woman that he’d grown up thinking was his mother wasn’t actually.
Although Dean might be able to understand that now, for a six-year old he was smart, intuitive. And talking again which John thanked his lucky stars for.
“I don’t care what you’ve told him. I want to see my son. If you try to keep him from me I’ll fight you for him and you’ll never see him again.”
John had always known Genevieve was a vicious, manipulative bitch. That right there just proved it.
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John went with him the first time that Dean met Genevieve. Sammy stayed with Pastor Jim blissfully unaware that anything of importance was happening.
Dean stayed glued to his side in the restaurant, answered Genevieve in monosyllables when he deigned to respond to her at all.
He was wary of this new person that his father was introducing him to and John thought that Dean might be a better judge of character then John was.
Genevieve was suitably pissed off when Dean wouldn’t bond with her immediately; John used it as his reasoning as to why they shouldn’t be meeting unsupervised.
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Dean was nine the first time that John couldn’t put a halt to Genevieve demanding a week of her son’s life.
John regretted it the minute that Dean came back and wouldn’t say a word. Just walked through the door, dropped his bag on the floor and locked himself in his bedroom.
He wouldn’t even answer Sammy’s demands for attention. John had been half tempted to break the door down and find out what the hell had happened.
But he couldn’t do that with Sammy there, because Sammy didn’t know that instead of a fun-filled week at Camp Ottawata Dean had spent a possibly pain-filled week with his birth mother.
He came out for dinner, dragging his food around his plate with his fork and scowling the entire time. When Sammy was sent to bed Dean hugged him tight and then sat on the floor in front of his fathers chair hugging his knees.
He looked lost and alone and scared and John couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen any of those expressions on Dean’s face. Let alone all of them at the same time.
“I don’t want to go back there again. Don’t make me dad,” said so quietly that John had to strain to hear it.
He wanted to hug his son, hold him tight and tell him it would be okay. But Genevieve had money and power on her side and if she wanted Dean nothing would stand in her way.
“We don’t have a choice in the matter son,” he said gruffly. “If you don’t go, she takes you away and then Sammy and I don’t ever see you again.”
Dean’s bottom lip trembled slightly and he captured it between his teeth to stop it from doing so.
“She calls me Jason and she’s… she’s weird.”
John leaned his head back; weird could mean a lot of things. Could mean monster or demon or it could just mean that Dean didn’t like having to call someone besides Mary mom.
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Dean spent a week every six months with Genevieve. Considering how often they moved around John was never sure how exactly she managed to track them down. It was possible that she was having them watched or followed.
But the day that Dean was due to leave a car would show up outside wherever they were currently living. Dean would scowl and mutter and thankfully Sammy remained oblivious to it all.
John dreaded the day that explanations would have to be made and hoped that he wouldn’t have to be the one to make them.
Every time that he came back Dean would be quiet and sullen, sometimes only Sammy was the one who could pull him from his wherever his visits with Genevieve sent him.
John wished there was a way to put a halt to the visits but if anything he knew Genevieve was getting ready to demand more then her two weeks a year.
Luckily Dean was a few short months from turning eighteen and would soon be able to make his own decisions.
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When Sam left for college there was no need for secrecy, at least that had to be what Genevieve was thinking.
She demanded more and more time of Dean’s and the longer his boy spent with her the longer it took for Dean to become Dean again and not some boy that he didn’t know whose name wasn’t one that he’d ever called his son.
When she called she asked for Jason, the first time it had happened John had said wrong number and hung up on her.
Dean took the calls though, answered to that name and John wondered if he would lose his son to the Teague’s money and power.
Things that Dean as a Winchester had never had access to unless he had a shotgun in his hand.
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John got tired of waiting for Dean to contact him.
Seven months and not a word, he knew that Dean was in Smallville, Kansas. Knew that he was living under with his mother and John hated even having to associate that word with Genevieve.
Mary had been Dean’s mother.
Mary had been the one to raise him for four years, holding him and loving him and being the one that Dean had loved without question.
Genevieve had been the woman who gave birth to him and that was it.
Sammy was gone, had been gone for years and all John had left was Dean. He wouldn’t allow Genevieve to snatch his son out from under him when she’d spent the first couple years of his life probably trying to forget that he existed.
He made the trip to Smallville in under two days, pushing himself and his truck to the limit. There was no sign of the Impala and he wondered where Genevieve had told him to hold it.
He waited for his son in his room and when they left Smallville he would call Genevieve and tell her that her security sucked, especially if she was planning on going up against the Luthor’s.
The room that he waited in wasn’t Dean’s. This room belonged to a boy that John had never been introduced to and there were pictures of people that John didn’t recognize.
There was one lone picture of him and Sam, buried behind some others like an afterthought and for some reason that made John unreasonably angry.
Bad enough for Genevieve to be taking his boy away from him, but for her to try and cut him and Sam totally out of Dean’s life?
That just wasn’t going to happen.
He’d keep Dean busy for now on. Separate jobs, he decided. Dean had been making noises before he’d left about doing some gigs on his own seeing as how ‘fuck dad, I’m not a kid anymore’.
Keep him to busy to even think about Genevieve and the Teague’s, and maybe she’d take the hint and leave them in peace finally.
He was still angry about the picture when Dean walked in, wearing clothes that Dean wouldn’t be caught dead in and John knocked him on his ass.
Then picked him up, cradled him in his arms like he hadn’t since Dean was a baby and carried him home.
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It was the move of a desperate man John decided. Leaving Dean and cutting off all contact.
John knew his son well enough to know that Dean’s first action after not being able to contact him for an extended period of time would be to go for Sammy.
The demon rearing his head after so long and drawing John’s attention was partially a blessing in disguise.
Keep the boys on the move, keep Dean away from Genevieve and all would be well.
John wanted Dean to have a family, have a home. He didn’t want Dean to gain those things without John and Sam being a part of them.