Aw..that was a real feel good chapter..and I love you for this..
>> John went back to the movie. When he looked at Dean again, he wasn't shocked to find that Dean was dozing, leaning heavily into Sam. Sam caught John's eyes, gave him a lopsided smile. Without a word, John smiled back and passed Sam one of the throw pillows. Sam shifted quietly, carefully, lowering Dean's head onto the pillow on his lap. Dean twitched, mumbling something, his expression troubled; Sam murmured, "I've got watch, dude."
>>With a hard sigh, Dean sank back into sleep like something was weighing him down.
>>John looked at Sam, considering. Sam didn't look back at him. After a moment, John reached down, grabbed Dean's legs, and swung them up onto his lap. Dean didn't stir.
>>His boys, John thought, wistful. He'd had the feeling, since the moment the Impala had roared to life two days ago, that his time with them was running >>out. It wasn't that he blamed them, but he'd miss them.
>>In a lot of ways, he felt like he'd just found them.
>>When the movie ended, John slid out from under Dean's feet, glanced at Sam. "You sleeping there?" he whispered.
>>Sam nodded. "Yeah. Dad-"
>>For once, he and his youngest understood each other perfectly. John murmured, "I know. Take care of him. As much as he'll let you, anyway."
>>Sam nodded. "Will do."
>>John bent over, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. "Love you, boy."
>>"Love you, too, sir."
>>John looked down at Dean, the gouges sleeplessness had left, the weight lost, and still somehow only saw the little four year old holding his brother for dear life while their world shattered around them.
>>"Love you, too," he whispered, bending to press a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek.
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>> John went back to the movie. When he looked at Dean again, he wasn't shocked to find that Dean was dozing, leaning heavily into Sam. Sam caught John's eyes, gave him a lopsided smile. Without a word, John smiled back and passed Sam one of the throw pillows. Sam shifted quietly, carefully, lowering Dean's head onto the pillow on his lap. Dean twitched, mumbling something, his expression troubled; Sam murmured, "I've got watch, dude."
>>With a hard sigh, Dean sank back into sleep like something was weighing him down.
>>John looked at Sam, considering. Sam didn't look back at him. After a moment, John reached down, grabbed Dean's legs, and swung them up onto his lap. Dean didn't stir.
>>His boys, John thought, wistful. He'd had the feeling, since the moment the Impala had roared to life two days ago, that his time with them was running >>out. It wasn't that he blamed them, but he'd miss them.
>>In a lot of ways, he felt like he'd just found them.
>>When the movie ended, John slid out from under Dean's feet, glanced at Sam. "You sleeping there?" he whispered.
>>Sam nodded. "Yeah. Dad-"
>>For once, he and his youngest understood each other perfectly. John murmured, "I know. Take care of him. As much as he'll let you, anyway."
>>Sam nodded. "Will do."
>>John bent over, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam's head. "Love you, boy."
>>"Love you, too, sir."
>>John looked down at Dean, the gouges sleeplessness had left, the weight lost, and still somehow only saw the little four year old holding his brother for dear life while their world shattered around them.
>>"Love you, too," he whispered, bending to press a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek.
*sigh* I've gone all mushy..LOL!