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exsiliumlogs2012-10-12 01:04 am
strongeralone) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-10-12 01:04 am
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Date & Time: after this
Location: Dean's apartment
Characters: Dean and John Winchester
Summary: John discovered why his son has so much faith in the angel on his shoulder, and there are many feelings
Warnings: violence, language, memories of hell, winchesters
[He can hardly breathe as he makes his way to Dean's apartment. Hell. Hell. His little boy went to hell. Flashes of the horrors he went through there, horrors that are there with him in every second of every day, nearly have him keel over and throw up halfway there. The raw pain that tore his body apart, now tears his son's. The inhumane screams of horror and agony now escape the throat of the boy he used to hold tightly in his arms and sing to sleep.
How could this happen. His sacrifice was meant to keep them safe.
When he at last finds himself standing before his son's apartment, he can't bring himself to knock on the door. After their last conversation, he doesn't expect Dean to open it, to talk to him. If someone had saved him from those horrors...he imagines he would be damn protective of them too, though never at the expense of his boys. But he's their father, and that's different. He has to talk to Dean so he pulls out his lock-picking kit and just lets himself in.]
Dean. [His voice is clear and held with the last few shreds of control he has left. He doesn't care if his roommates are in, he just wants to make sure his son'll face him, although he hasn't the slightest idea what to even say.]
Location: Dean's apartment
Characters: Dean and John Winchester
Summary: John discovered why his son has so much faith in the angel on his shoulder, and there are many feelings
Warnings: violence, language, memories of hell, winchesters
[He can hardly breathe as he makes his way to Dean's apartment. Hell. Hell. His little boy went to hell. Flashes of the horrors he went through there, horrors that are there with him in every second of every day, nearly have him keel over and throw up halfway there. The raw pain that tore his body apart, now tears his son's. The inhumane screams of horror and agony now escape the throat of the boy he used to hold tightly in his arms and sing to sleep.
How could this happen. His sacrifice was meant to keep them safe.
When he at last finds himself standing before his son's apartment, he can't bring himself to knock on the door. After their last conversation, he doesn't expect Dean to open it, to talk to him. If someone had saved him from those horrors...he imagines he would be damn protective of them too, though never at the expense of his boys. But he's their father, and that's different. He has to talk to Dean so he pulls out his lock-picking kit and just lets himself in.]
Dean. [His voice is clear and held with the last few shreds of control he has left. He doesn't care if his roommates are in, he just wants to make sure his son'll face him, although he hasn't the slightest idea what to even say.]
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oh, he'll keep a leash on him no doubt B)]Keep an eye on him, a leash, whatever-- but don't worry, I will. [ last thing he needs is cas bumping into his dad on the network again and telling him all sorts of things about...everything. honestly, he needs to just talk to cas in general about talking to people. it seems to get dean more trouble than anything.
but anyway, dean finally looks...relieved, even with john knowing about hell. it's not something he wants to talk about, but maybe they'll be okay anyway. ]
Thanks-- I mean, I know he's annoying but thanks. He won't mess up, I'll make sure of that.
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[If he saved him from hell...the place he sees no exit from, aside for this...initiative. And that's not really an exit as much as a...reprieve. He stirs up trouble, he knows he does. And one move too many, and he'll end up right back there. Or win that war, and again he'll end up right back there. On that rack, day after day, forever. No angel perching on his shoulder to save him and honestly, if one tried he'd probably just kill it so no hard feelings there.
Where Dean looks relieved, John just looks like he wants it all to end right here right now, like he's given up, like a broken man.]