Fic: Wanna Be Just Like You
Jul. 4th, 2010 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
guineamaowTitle: Wanna Be Just Like You
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean, John (mention)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: father+son schmoop
Word Count: 462
Summary: A simple suppy run triggers memories of his father that Dean hadn't even realized he'd been suppressing.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe. It is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW Network. This story was not written for profit and no offense is meant to anyone.
Note: Written as part of a challenge on LJ.
Dean hates shopping to the point where he'll avoid it at all costs, even if it's for essentials - beer, food, bullets, things like that. Their last supply run had been no different and Sam is still bitching about it because he thinks Dean has some sort of irrational fear of supermarkets and strip malls. He doesn't. Not really. He just doesn't like the domestic feeling that he gets from pushing a shopping cart up and down the aisles. As much as he wishes he could settle down and have a family - a desire Sam will never find out about - it's a life Dean Winchester just isn't cut out for.
One week, a vampire nest, and two very nasty ghouls later, he locked himself into the impossibly small bathroom of their latest motel room with the intent of taking a long, monster stink-removing shower. Instead, he's sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at a little red deodorant package like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. He doesn't even remember buying it, but it's here now and for this one moment, it is the most fascinating part of Dean's world because to Dean, this little red plastic tube represents some of the best memories he has of his dad.
The nightmares he'd chased away, the comfort he'd given after Dean or Sammy scraped a knee on the rare occasions when they stayed at a motel near a park that had a playground. And how could he forget the day that he'd decided to teach both of them how to shave even though Sam didn't have even peach fuzz yet? Even Sam would have to admit that there were a lot of good times mixed in with all the fucked up little things their dad had done while raising them. And yeah, maybe they didn't quite balance each other out, but that was just par for the course with their family.
This deodorant isn't his style at all. It reminds him almost too much of his dad and other men of that generation. It's… an old man's scent, but maybe the kind of old man Dean hopes he'll be if he survives that long. So he doesn't throw it away, which is what he'd been thinking of when he first saw it tucked away in his duffle. He sets it up on the edge of the sink next to his toothbrush and razor, then turns around and finally starts the water for his shower. He might never get a chance to have the kind of family that includes a kid or two, but that doesn't mean he can't live up to his dad's legacy in other ways. Smaller ways that only he, and maybe Sam, will ever notice.
Rating: G
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Dean, John (mention)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: father+son schmoop
Word Count: 462
Summary: A simple suppy run triggers memories of his father that Dean hadn't even realized he'd been suppressing.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe. It is the property of Eric Kripke and the CW Network. This story was not written for profit and no offense is meant to anyone.
Note: Written as part of a challenge on LJ.
Dean hates shopping to the point where he'll avoid it at all costs, even if it's for essentials - beer, food, bullets, things like that. Their last supply run had been no different and Sam is still bitching about it because he thinks Dean has some sort of irrational fear of supermarkets and strip malls. He doesn't. Not really. He just doesn't like the domestic feeling that he gets from pushing a shopping cart up and down the aisles. As much as he wishes he could settle down and have a family - a desire Sam will never find out about - it's a life Dean Winchester just isn't cut out for.
One week, a vampire nest, and two very nasty ghouls later, he locked himself into the impossibly small bathroom of their latest motel room with the intent of taking a long, monster stink-removing shower. Instead, he's sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at a little red deodorant package like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. He doesn't even remember buying it, but it's here now and for this one moment, it is the most fascinating part of Dean's world because to Dean, this little red plastic tube represents some of the best memories he has of his dad.
The nightmares he'd chased away, the comfort he'd given after Dean or Sammy scraped a knee on the rare occasions when they stayed at a motel near a park that had a playground. And how could he forget the day that he'd decided to teach both of them how to shave even though Sam didn't have even peach fuzz yet? Even Sam would have to admit that there were a lot of good times mixed in with all the fucked up little things their dad had done while raising them. And yeah, maybe they didn't quite balance each other out, but that was just par for the course with their family.
This deodorant isn't his style at all. It reminds him almost too much of his dad and other men of that generation. It's… an old man's scent, but maybe the kind of old man Dean hopes he'll be if he survives that long. So he doesn't throw it away, which is what he'd been thinking of when he first saw it tucked away in his duffle. He sets it up on the edge of the sink next to his toothbrush and razor, then turns around and finally starts the water for his shower. He might never get a chance to have the kind of family that includes a kid or two, but that doesn't mean he can't live up to his dad's legacy in other ways. Smaller ways that only he, and maybe Sam, will ever notice.
