Trust
Title: Trust
Characters: John, Mary and Dean
Rating: G
Word Count: 312
Summary: Mary leaves John and Dean for the weekend.
Prompt: Written for the DEW Challenge: John Winchester, USA
A/N: A triple drabble, and I even managed to bust that, not sure I really hit the USA part of the prompt, but anyway this is dedicated to jj1564, I had wanted to write you a little something for your birthday, but my muse wouldn't cooperate. So this is for you. All the love, BB!! ♥♥
1981
Saturday 4th July
Mary had gone out of town. Had made him promise not to ask why.
“I need you to trust me.”
“Of course I do.”
She’d kissed him goodbye. Leaving him in their son’s room, where he’d caught her giving Dean a goodbye.
“Mommy loves you so much. You’ll be good for daddy while I’m away, won’t you?” she’d whispered, brushing her hand back through his hair, placing a kiss upon his head, “Miss you already.”
If John hadn’t wakened himself, she wouldn’t have. He’d found the letter she’d left on his nightstand afterwards.
“Where are you going?”
“There’s somewhere I have to be.”
John had just watched the slumbering two year old for a moment or two, then pulled him up into his arms, taking him through to their bed. He ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, but Dean didn’t stir. That’s when he spied the envelope. But he just held their son. Closed his eyes. Somehow he managed to drift back off to sleep. Only waking up, a couple of hours later, when Dean grabbed his nose, “Hey!” he gruffed a little, smile in his voice.
John grabbed him by the middle, hoisting him up above himself, making Dean giggle.
He gently raised and lowered his arms to keep him laughing. And John wrapped his arms around him when he brought him back down to his chest, “God, I love you, kiddo.”
“Dah-dy,” Dean said.
John raised him back up to look him in the eye, Dean smiled down at him.
“What do you wanna do today?”
“Park.”
“Park it is,” John said, putting Dean down beside him so that he could push himself up, and Dean crawled into his lap, sitting across his thighs.
“Why don’t we go get some pie for breakfast first, huh?”
“Pie for beck-fast!” Dean repeated as he clapped his little hands.
Characters: John, Mary and Dean
Rating: G
Word Count: 312
Summary: Mary leaves John and Dean for the weekend.
Prompt: Written for the DEW Challenge: John Winchester, USA
A/N: A triple drabble, and I even managed to bust that, not sure I really hit the USA part of the prompt, but anyway this is dedicated to jj1564, I had wanted to write you a little something for your birthday, but my muse wouldn't cooperate. So this is for you. All the love, BB!! ♥♥
1981
Saturday 4th July
Mary had gone out of town. Had made him promise not to ask why.
“I need you to trust me.”
“Of course I do.”
She’d kissed him goodbye. Leaving him in their son’s room, where he’d caught her giving Dean a goodbye.
“Mommy loves you so much. You’ll be good for daddy while I’m away, won’t you?” she’d whispered, brushing her hand back through his hair, placing a kiss upon his head, “Miss you already.”
If John hadn’t wakened himself, she wouldn’t have. He’d found the letter she’d left on his nightstand afterwards.
“Where are you going?”
“There’s somewhere I have to be.”
John had just watched the slumbering two year old for a moment or two, then pulled him up into his arms, taking him through to their bed. He ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, but Dean didn’t stir. That’s when he spied the envelope. But he just held their son. Closed his eyes. Somehow he managed to drift back off to sleep. Only waking up, a couple of hours later, when Dean grabbed his nose, “Hey!” he gruffed a little, smile in his voice.
John grabbed him by the middle, hoisting him up above himself, making Dean giggle.
He gently raised and lowered his arms to keep him laughing. And John wrapped his arms around him when he brought him back down to his chest, “God, I love you, kiddo.”
“Dah-dy,” Dean said.
John raised him back up to look him in the eye, Dean smiled down at him.
“What do you wanna do today?”
“Park.”
“Park it is,” John said, putting Dean down beside him so that he could push himself up, and Dean crawled into his lap, sitting across his thighs.
“Why don’t we go get some pie for breakfast first, huh?”
“Pie for beck-fast!” Dean repeated as he clapped his little hands.