Well as I've said throughout this fic you two love torturing me, but anyway I just thought I'd stop by for a little while before I passed out see if you two had put anything new up and you give me this.
*genuflects* Thank you both for making a tired, cranky, flat out mean girl's day with this part. God the love and emotion frankly just crackled between all of the Winchesters. *sighs* I want to be the meat in that sandwhich...If I promise to share can I be the meat in that sandwhich?
"I. Don't. Like. Needles." John said clearly. "Rather be shot. But it's Dean, so I'm going to goddamn well suck it up."
"You don't like needles?" Sam asked, voice cracking on a slightly hysterical laugh. "Needles? Not... Daevas? Not hydras, or dragons or zombies? Needles? No shit?"
"Sam?" His father rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Yes, great hunter?"
"Shut the hell up." John winced as the needle slid into his arm, opened his eyes and glanced down.
Sam's eyes widened as his father swayed slightly on the chair. "Dad," he said sharply.
John met his eyes and held them, looking anywhere but the needle sticking out of his arm. A moment later, Rafe patted his shoulder. "It's covered. Just take it easy. Won't take long."
"I'm almost sorry we sedated Dean," Sam mused. "I'll just have to tell him all about it."
"I'm your father, boy. Not exactly short on blackmail material." A smile tugged at John's lips. "Besides, Dean knows. He's patched me up more than once."
"How's that work out for you?" Sam asked, trying to keep his father's attention off the proceedings.
I love that you gave John a weakness especially something as usual as a fear of needles. I, personally, am not a big fan of needles either, but that's mostly because when I was sick the needles usually meant they were about to give me something that would make me even sicker. But anyway back on topic, in my sick and twisted world Dean helped him with his fear of needles in a much differant way, but hey I won't go into that here.
And Sam's flat out disbelief turning to humour turning to blackmail threats. Pure. Comic. Gold. It's definitly something Sam would do especially given his history with his father. Something to prove that his old man isn't as strong as he likes to make himself out to be.
Not to mention the use of Great White Hunter which for me takes me back to the tallica days, but I digress....
I melted when John said "But it's Dean." Seriously I went from a crabby chick who'd just spent three long hours cleaning out her attic and then had to come into work, to a very happy girl who can now go back into the office and take a nap and feel no remorse.
Of course it could be the thought of a Thorzine and Valium cocktail that does it for me too.
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*genuflects* Thank you both for making a tired, cranky, flat out mean girl's day with this part. God the love and emotion frankly just crackled between all of the Winchesters. *sighs* I want to be the meat in that sandwhich...If I promise to share can I be the meat in that sandwhich?
"I. Don't. Like. Needles." John said clearly. "Rather be shot. But it's Dean, so I'm going to goddamn well suck it up."
"You don't like needles?" Sam asked, voice cracking on a slightly hysterical laugh. "Needles? Not... Daevas? Not hydras, or dragons or zombies? Needles? No shit?"
"Sam?" His father rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Yes, great hunter?"
"Shut the hell up." John winced as the needle slid into his arm, opened his eyes and glanced down.
Sam's eyes widened as his father swayed slightly on the chair. "Dad," he said sharply.
John met his eyes and held them, looking anywhere but the needle sticking out of his arm. A moment later, Rafe patted his shoulder. "It's covered. Just take it easy. Won't take long."
"I'm almost sorry we sedated Dean," Sam mused. "I'll just have to tell him all about it."
"I'm your father, boy. Not exactly short on blackmail material." A smile tugged at John's lips. "Besides, Dean knows. He's patched me up more than once."
"How's that work out for you?" Sam asked, trying to keep his father's attention off the proceedings.
I love that you gave John a weakness especially something as usual as a fear of needles. I, personally, am not a big fan of needles either, but that's mostly because when I was sick the needles usually meant they were about to give me something that would make me even sicker. But anyway back on topic, in my sick and twisted world Dean helped him with his fear of needles in a much differant way, but hey I won't go into that here.
And Sam's flat out disbelief turning to humour turning to blackmail threats. Pure. Comic. Gold. It's definitly something Sam would do especially given his history with his father. Something to prove that his old man isn't as strong as he likes to make himself out to be.
Not to mention the use of Great White Hunter which for me takes me back to the tallica days, but I digress....
I melted when John said "But it's Dean." Seriously I went from a crabby chick who'd just spent three long hours cleaning out her attic and then had to come into work, to a very happy girl who can now go back into the office and take a nap and feel no remorse.
Of course it could be the thought of a Thorzine and Valium cocktail that does it for me too.