Family (BtVS/SPN)
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skylar0graceTitle: Family.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: History often repeats itself.
Spoilers: All of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Response to a challenge set by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lightthesparks .
John finished off the now warm beer in his hands and placed the glass back on the bar. Ellen was watching him warily from the other side as she replaced some clean glasses and Bobby was sitting next to him, trying to pretend like he was disinterested in the latest turn of events. Bobby knew about the history between the Winchester’s and Harvelle’s and knew about Bill’s death. Bobby had sat with Ellen as she cried about the death of her husband, having been turned away by John. John wasn’t sure if Bobby blamed him or not, but he knew Ellen did and had tried to stay away from her as much as possible.
However, his boys had become friends with Bill’s daughter and he’d had to return. He’d known Dean and Sam were looking for him, had known all along, but a Hunter, Joe, had told him that Ellen had put out ears on behalf of his boys and that had worried him. When the trail on Azazel had gone suspiciously cold, John had feared the worst. The only other time he’d disappeared like that had been just before Jessica had been killed.
Ellen refilled his glass with a small smile and John’s thoughts went straight back to his missing son as he fingered the mobile in his pocket. Sam had told him that Dean had gotten a phone call and left quickly just hours before he’d gotten to the Roadhouse and as the days rolled by, John became more and more anxious. If Azazel could get Dean on his own, he could kill him easily; after all, he really only needed Sam and John was determined that he’d never let that happen.
John looked back at the clock. It had been two and a half days now since Dean had disappeared, turning off his phone and not returning calls. The seconds ticked by slowly and John had once suspected they’d even started ticking backwards. The Roadhouse door opened and he looked up in anticipation.
Sam walked in with Jo, both loaded up with groceries, and his son took one look at his face before his own expectant gaze fell. John watched him walk quickly past the bar and enter the kitchen, Jo following along at a more sedate pace with a look of apology on her face. John didn’t want her sympathy. He wanted to know his eldest son was alright.
“Did you get everything we need?” Ellen asked as Jo walked past her.
Jo paused. “Almost.”
Jo entered the kitchen with Ellen right behind her. John could hear the faint sounds of talking between them but he tuned out. He felt Bobby shift beside him and he glanced sidewards.
“Bobby.”
It was more an acknowledgement than anything else but something that was wholly unnecessary. Bobby turned in his seat and spoke in low tones.
“He’ll be alright.”
John fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Bobby--”
“You don’t know him like you think you do, not anymore. He’s changed, John, he’s changed since you left him.”
John bristled. Tracking down and killing Azazel was his mission. The demon had been taking away bits of his family, destroying it slowly, and if he could kill it, he could save his family. He may not have been the best father, he had made mistakes – many mistakes – but he’d done the best he could. And both Dean and Sam were well equipped now to deal with the things that would try and come after them. That was really all he could offer.
Sam, Ellen and Jo walked back into the bar and the room fell into an awkward silence once more. Sam and Jo moved over to the pool table and the clanking of pool balls were enough of a distraction for the other occupants. Ellen began a catalogue of the bar while Bobby and John sat in silence, each person lost in their own thoughts.
The door to the Roadhouse opened suddenly and two figures entered. John looked up quickly and his heart hammered in his chest as he looked upon the face of his son. Several emotions flooded through him like an open gate; relief, concern but anger coursed its way through him faster than the others and it was this emotion that he was left with. His face set in a hard line.
He stood slowly and missed the look Bobby passed to Ellen, the slight shake of the head that had her retreating back to her previous spot. John began approaching but stopped as his eyes fell on the young woman beside his eldest son. She was young, she couldn’t be any older than Sam and was quite possibly younger. But despite the many different girls that Dean had been with, John doubted she would have been one of them.
That was when he stopped to look back at his son. Both of them looked frazzled and worn but Dean looked grieved. His eyes locked with John’s and John watched as he moved his arm ever so slightly. John spotted the previously unnoticed bundle move and he walked over to it almost in a daze. He pulled back the fluffy dark blue blanket and a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. There was an infant, John guessed about six months old, that turned to look toward him. John saw the familiar hazel eyes and he looked up at Dean. There was a haunted look in his eyes and John knew what had happened. He didn’t need Dean to say anything and he reached out to stroke the cheek of his grandson.
John felt Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Sam approach from behind him and he barely heard the name ‘Dawn’ offered. The baby in his son’s arms snuggled closer into his father and his eyelids fluttered closed, the tiny baby eyelashes sitting softly against his skin. John knew why Dean had kept his family quiet and he also knew now why Azazel had gone off the grid. He’d once again struck out against his family and John took a deep breath.
He looked up at Dean. “What’s his name?”
The room fell silent and all eyes turned toward Dean as he looked his own father in the eye.
“Johnny.”
~Fin.
Author: SkylarGrace.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: History often repeats itself.
Spoilers: All of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and ‘Supernatural’.
Disclaimer: ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended. ‘Supernatural’ and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.
Notes: Response to a challenge set by
lightthesparks .John finished off the now warm beer in his hands and placed the glass back on the bar. Ellen was watching him warily from the other side as she replaced some clean glasses and Bobby was sitting next to him, trying to pretend like he was disinterested in the latest turn of events. Bobby knew about the history between the Winchester’s and Harvelle’s and knew about Bill’s death. Bobby had sat with Ellen as she cried about the death of her husband, having been turned away by John. John wasn’t sure if Bobby blamed him or not, but he knew Ellen did and had tried to stay away from her as much as possible.
However, his boys had become friends with Bill’s daughter and he’d had to return. He’d known Dean and Sam were looking for him, had known all along, but a Hunter, Joe, had told him that Ellen had put out ears on behalf of his boys and that had worried him. When the trail on Azazel had gone suspiciously cold, John had feared the worst. The only other time he’d disappeared like that had been just before Jessica had been killed.
Ellen refilled his glass with a small smile and John’s thoughts went straight back to his missing son as he fingered the mobile in his pocket. Sam had told him that Dean had gotten a phone call and left quickly just hours before he’d gotten to the Roadhouse and as the days rolled by, John became more and more anxious. If Azazel could get Dean on his own, he could kill him easily; after all, he really only needed Sam and John was determined that he’d never let that happen.
John looked back at the clock. It had been two and a half days now since Dean had disappeared, turning off his phone and not returning calls. The seconds ticked by slowly and John had once suspected they’d even started ticking backwards. The Roadhouse door opened and he looked up in anticipation.
Sam walked in with Jo, both loaded up with groceries, and his son took one look at his face before his own expectant gaze fell. John watched him walk quickly past the bar and enter the kitchen, Jo following along at a more sedate pace with a look of apology on her face. John didn’t want her sympathy. He wanted to know his eldest son was alright.
“Did you get everything we need?” Ellen asked as Jo walked past her.
Jo paused. “Almost.”
Jo entered the kitchen with Ellen right behind her. John could hear the faint sounds of talking between them but he tuned out. He felt Bobby shift beside him and he glanced sidewards.
“Bobby.”
It was more an acknowledgement than anything else but something that was wholly unnecessary. Bobby turned in his seat and spoke in low tones.
“He’ll be alright.”
John fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Bobby--”
“You don’t know him like you think you do, not anymore. He’s changed, John, he’s changed since you left him.”
John bristled. Tracking down and killing Azazel was his mission. The demon had been taking away bits of his family, destroying it slowly, and if he could kill it, he could save his family. He may not have been the best father, he had made mistakes – many mistakes – but he’d done the best he could. And both Dean and Sam were well equipped now to deal with the things that would try and come after them. That was really all he could offer.
Sam, Ellen and Jo walked back into the bar and the room fell into an awkward silence once more. Sam and Jo moved over to the pool table and the clanking of pool balls were enough of a distraction for the other occupants. Ellen began a catalogue of the bar while Bobby and John sat in silence, each person lost in their own thoughts.
The door to the Roadhouse opened suddenly and two figures entered. John looked up quickly and his heart hammered in his chest as he looked upon the face of his son. Several emotions flooded through him like an open gate; relief, concern but anger coursed its way through him faster than the others and it was this emotion that he was left with. His face set in a hard line.
He stood slowly and missed the look Bobby passed to Ellen, the slight shake of the head that had her retreating back to her previous spot. John began approaching but stopped as his eyes fell on the young woman beside his eldest son. She was young, she couldn’t be any older than Sam and was quite possibly younger. But despite the many different girls that Dean had been with, John doubted she would have been one of them.
That was when he stopped to look back at his son. Both of them looked frazzled and worn but Dean looked grieved. His eyes locked with John’s and John watched as he moved his arm ever so slightly. John spotted the previously unnoticed bundle move and he walked over to it almost in a daze. He pulled back the fluffy dark blue blanket and a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. There was an infant, John guessed about six months old, that turned to look toward him. John saw the familiar hazel eyes and he looked up at Dean. There was a haunted look in his eyes and John knew what had happened. He didn’t need Dean to say anything and he reached out to stroke the cheek of his grandson.
John felt Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Sam approach from behind him and he barely heard the name ‘Dawn’ offered. The baby in his son’s arms snuggled closer into his father and his eyelids fluttered closed, the tiny baby eyelashes sitting softly against his skin. John knew why Dean had kept his family quiet and he also knew now why Azazel had gone off the grid. He’d once again struck out against his family and John took a deep breath.
He looked up at Dean. “What’s his name?”
The room fell silent and all eyes turned toward Dean as he looked his own father in the eye.
“Johnny.”
~Fin.
