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Father son bonding

Rp with bleedinginvain

Dean glared at the dartboard in the dark, rundown bar, and hit another bullseye. He tossed the next dart, heard it thunk as it hit the board, and ordered another glass of vodka. "You've had enough." said the bartender. And that bartender suddenly gets grabbed up by the throat. "Here's how this works. I order, pay, you give me my drink till I'm good and satified that *I'm* done." he snarls, green eyes flashing dangerously. He let the guy go, and he was rewarded by a hefty amount of vodka, which happened to be the rest of the bottle. "Thanks."

"I must say I'm almost impressed by that" a soft voice came from the darkness near the door.

Dean stiffened visibly hearing that voice. His father's voice, but he turned downing about a quarter of the bottle with one long pull, and setting it back on the bar. "Well well well. The great John Winchester, climbs out of his hole to see the light of day." He gives a sarcastic clap.

He walked over studying his Son, "Maybe you shouldn't have?" he offered taking the bottle and downing some himself "You look like Crap"

"Heh, you'd have enjoyed that wouldn't you? Having too much fun with that imposter of a son?" he sneers. As for the other comment, he shrugs. "Yeah, dying seems to do that to you. Not that you give a damn."

He eyed him "Oh thats the current excuse for the state your in?" he smiled sweetly. "Imposter?" he snorted drinking some more

"That other fuckin kid you stole away after leaving me for dead in that damned warehouse." he snapped angrily. Dean snatched the bottle from him, downing a rather unhealthy amount more.

He sighed "You should be Dead", he watched him "Could help you out with that"

He gave a bitter laugh. "Heh, yeah I'm sure you'd like that. Lost mom and Sammy, why not off your eldest yourself?" he drinks a bit more and sets it down, leaning against the bar heavily with a glassy, unfocused look in his eyes. "Oh wait wait...I have an idea. Ritual sacrifice, that was always one of my favorites."

He leant against the bar thinking about the idea, "Hmm" he said "No, your not worth it" he smiled "And Sam, isn't lost"

"Love is just...oozing off of you." he mutters sarcastically. "You there was a time when you actually gave a damn, but then again that would be the same for me too." Then he blinks, frowns and looks over at his dad blearily. "What do you mean he's not lost?" he mumbles, starting to have trouble even standing. The bartender shook his head from where he was standing. "I told you that you'd had enough kid." Dean gave a drunken glare. "Fuck off and die."

John watched his eldest, "What do you think I mean?" he sighed "Look lets get you out of here" he said taking his son's arm to lead him out

"Well last I...checked..Sammy was a psychopath bent on killing me. or him...yeah that other double or whatever the hell." he muttered, letting himself get lead out, as he tries to help by stumbling along.

He was almost carrying his son out, "That was you, and, well I, I think I'm close to getting him back" he smiled "The way he should be"

"Wasn't me...I's dead." he muttered. "How you gonna get him back?" he questioned, now leaning pretty heavily against his dad.

He sighed "Don't worry about it Dean, lets get you sobered"

"Mmkay." he mumbles, then gives a lopsided grin. "Kinda...reminds me tha first time I drank with you." he mutters. "You 'member that one?"

He smiled "Of course" he looked at his son as he opened his car door to put his son in

He laughs a bit and manages to help his dad put him in the car. "You gave me a couple..sips of what you were drinkin, and I was knocked flat on my ass in just a few minutes..."

"Like now?"

He makes a bit of a face at that, which is actually quite comical. "I...drank lot more than a few sips...thnank you very much." he muttered tiredly.

He laughed "Just rest Dean"

He made another face when his dad laughed at him, but curled up into a ball on his side to sleep, part of his shirt peeking up and revealing the white of a bandage there.

He got into the drivers seat and started the car.

And Dean's already passed out asleep in the backseat, so none of that bothers him in the least.

A few hours later Dean would probably realise he was now in a bed in a hotel, with his Dad snoring from the bed next to his

Dean does realize it, and then groans at the snoring. He grabs one pillow and puts it over his head and throws the other one at his dad. "You're gonna knock the damn building down, old man." comes his muffled voice from under the pillow.

John snorted and turned over, just making the snoring worse

Dean groaned, holding the pillow tighter around his head, somehow resisting the urge to scream into the damn thing. Eventually he fell back asleep for a few more hours, then decided that coffee would be a nice thing to have. So...he'll not be there when daddy wakes up, maybe.

eventually John stirred groaning a little "Dean?"

Nope. No answer. He's still procuring the coffee, but his jacket is still there, so that should be a good thing for him to see.

John yawned sitting up running his fingers through his hair

And this would be when Dean comes in with the coffee cups in tow, and some food. Well, what Dean called food anyways, which would be beef jerky and doritos. He goes over to his dad, holding out the cup of coffee. "Wakey wakey." he teases, smirking a bit.

He smiled rubbing his face, remembering what it was that he had liked about his eldest son "Thanks" he smiled "How are you so bright after what you'd been drinkin?"

"Welcome." he says, sitting down on the opposite bed and offering him some jerky or chips. "Eh." he shrugs. "Prolly the fact that the coffee here ain't half bad. Actually has a kick to it."

John sipped his coffee before nodding with agreement "Hmm yeah"

"Yeah." he says, chuckling a bit. "Suprised the hell outta me too."

"Well I'm not surprised, I'm sure you're the only person that could find a decent coffee in a rat hole like this"

He smiles warmly at that, he'd missed simple things like this. "What can I say? I'm a coffee fiend." He says, absentmindedly scratching his stomach through his shirt.

"Shouldn't scratch kid" he smiled as he downed more of the coffee. "Can't believe you remembered how I like it"

He makes a face, but stops, then laughs. "Well I've only been gettin you coffee since I was old enough to hold a shotgun." he says. "Used to have some waitin for you when you'd come back from a hunt."

He looked at Dean "I've missed you"

Dean looked down a moment, swallowing hard before he looked back up at him, a bit of a smile on his face. "I missed you too."

John got up and gave his eldest son an awkward hug

And yeah...it was a little akward cause that didn't happen much. He hugged him back, unaware of the few small tears that slipped off his cheeks and into his dad's shirt.

He smiled softly "I'm sorry I've treated you bad"

"It's...it's not your fault." he whispers, voice rough with unshed tears as he tried to get himself back under control. His dad had been all he had, and when...yeah. That time apart had been worse than dying.

"Now you gonna fill me in on what I've missed out on?"

He laughs a bit, wiping his face on the back of his sleeve quickly. "Well, that depends on what you wanna know old man." he teases a bit. "I can't reveal all my secrets."

"What a father would want to know"

"Well, I guess for starters, i got this." he lifts up his shirt to show the bandage around his torso. "Going after a pretty nasty demon bitch." he says. "She was draining people's life kinda like the Shtriga does, except...by her means of getting their defenses down." he says, smirking. "I saved a couple of em, and then she tried to come after me. She went all cat creature or something and clawed me up something fierce." A bigger smirk. "But I won."

He smiled "Good to hear, it serious?" he asked

"Not overly." he says. "Bitch had stolen my wallet and the credit card so I ended up stitching it up myself." A beat. "Which I might add is not an easy thing to do."

"Want me to look it over?"

"I guess, if you want." he says. "I haven't changed the bandage yet today."

"I'll do that too" he said motioning for his son to sit

Dean sat, and shrugged out of his button up shirt, leaving him with just his undershirt and his jeans on. He winced a bit at the movement, but it quickly passed.

John grabbed the first aid kit from the car and was soon ready to work on his son.

"It's not pretty." he warns, slipping off his other shirt, to where it only showed the semi bloody bandages.

"So I see" he said taking his scissors to cut away the bandages

He sits perfectly still, he's used to this. Either his dad taking care of him when he got busted up, or the other way around. "Her claws had to be about 3 or 4 inches long." he tells him .

"Yeah, no thanks to my stitching job." he mutters.

"Well that doesn't help" he smiled

"Oh thanks." he mutters, tone teasing. Though he does wince a bit when his dad hits a pretty deep gash.

"Sorry" he said softly as he worked.

"It's okay." he says, through gritted teeth, still staying still.

"Won't be long" he said "There looking better already"

"Alright." he whispers, swallowing and trying not to wince anymore. Then he chuckles lightly. "You mean besides my Frankenstien stitches?"

"Well I was thinking maybe I should redo them"

He grits his teeth. "If that's what they need." he says. "Think I could get a stiff drink beforehand?" he asks, only halfway joking.

"I've a local" he said motioning to his med kit

He nods. "Alright then."

He got the needle out, "Not on anything already?"

"No." he says, biting his lip. "I hate those things." he mutters.

"I'll take that as a yes" he said slipping the needle in

Dean resisted the urge to wince and pull away, he didn't like needles, it was part of the reason he hated hospitals so damn much, but...he blinked. "You sure that's just a local...works fast.." he mutters.

"It's my own mix" he smirked happily as he started to pluck out the stitches.

"Shoulda known.." he muttered, not flinching in the least as the stitches came out. He watches it with morbid fascination. "Woah.."

"You'd rather the normal stuff?" he asked as he started to restitch

"No..nope..I'm..groovy." he says, still watching his dad stitch.

He smiled "Then stop complaining"

"kay." he murmurs, finding something a little more fascinating to look at. Who knew dust motes could be so fascinating...

He was quickly finished and bandageing him up


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Jan. 12th, 2007 06:32 pm (UTC)
Dean could barely hold himself upright due to the 'cocktail' his dad had given him, but he wasn't complaining.

"You were always better at the stitches..." he mumbled, smiling slightly.
Jan. 12th, 2007 06:40 pm (UTC)
"Of course" he grinned "I am the Dad aren't I?"
Jan. 12th, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
Dean chuckled a bit. "Yep, you're the dad, that's why you're better at it."
Jan. 12th, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC)
"Now you're going to need to lie down while the drugs get out of your system"
Jan. 12th, 2007 06:48 pm (UTC)
He looked like he may have wanted to argue for a moment, but he nodded, eyes already a bit glassy. "Okay." he mumbled. "How long?" he whispered, laying back against the pillows.
Jan. 12th, 2007 06:55 pm (UTC)
"Well when you wake up" he smiled brightly. "You gonna be ok?" he asked.
Jan. 12th, 2007 06:58 pm (UTC)
Dean curled up a bit on the bed, those green eyes already drifting shut as he nodded that he'd be okay.

After a moment though, those eyes opened up again, and looked up at his dad. "You gonna be here when I wake up?" he muttered tiredly.
Jan. 12th, 2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
"Probably" he smiled "Just rest kiddo ok?"
Jan. 12th, 2007 08:10 pm (UTC)
Dean swallowed, nodding as he let himself relax into sleep. After just a few seconds, he's down for the count, curled up on the bed.
Jan. 12th, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
John sat watching Dean for a long moment, trying to decide what to do with him.
Jan. 12th, 2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
Dean doesn't stir all that much, mostly because of the drug, but also for the fact that he was generally exhausted and he'd only been sleeping a few hours a night.
Jan. 12th, 2007 09:23 pm (UTC)
John went out to get some food, and returned quickly. Sitting on the bed to tuck into a huge pile of junk food.
Jan. 12th, 2007 09:29 pm (UTC)
Dean wakes up quite a bit later, and the sun's already gone down. He doesn't move much at first, still trying to be sure that the drug is out of his system.

"Dad?" he whispers, propping himself up on his elbows to look around the room.
Jan. 12th, 2007 09:37 pm (UTC)
He smiled brightly looking at his son "you ok kiddo?" he asked brightly
Jan. 12th, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
Dean returned the smile, though not as bright cause he was still groggy. "Yeah, I think so. Feel alot better, doesn't hurt so much." he says, slowly sitting up the rest of the way.
Jan. 12th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
He smiled "I'm glad....... soon we'll all be a healthy happy family"
Jan. 12th, 2007 10:24 pm (UTC)
He smiles, liking that idea. "You still have to explain that one to me." he says, running a hand through his hair.
Jan. 12th, 2007 10:27 pm (UTC)
"Well what do you Think you currently know?"
Jan. 12th, 2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
"I told you the other night." he says, making a bit of a face.

"Sam's a psychopath who wants me to join his side of the game or kill me. Not to mention you too. I died. I came back. There was another me, who I would happily kill for taking my spot for a while. I watched you guys from the sidelines and shadows, until..the other night."
Jan. 12th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC)
He smiled "Well, I know your you, and well I've found a good sam"
Jan. 13th, 2007 09:59 pm (UTC)
He gives a bit of a smirk. "It took you that long, old man?" A beat and a slight frown. "Wait, what do you mean you found a good Sam? What about our Sam?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
He smiled "He's going to talk with ours, bring him over to our side......"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
Dean didn't look so convinced. "We've tried pretty much everything, what's this guy gonna do that we haven't?"

You'll have to forgive him for being suspicious.
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:20 pm (UTC)
"He, he is, sweet strong and sincere,"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
Dean gives his dad a raised eyebrow. "That still didn't answer my question. What is he going to do to get my brother back?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
"I'm not sure Dean, but he will"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
Dean nods, seeming to take him at his word. "What are we going to do until then?" he asks.
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:36 pm (UTC)
"Bond?" he offered weakly.
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
Dean laughs at that, but it's genuine, as is the shine in his eyes. He simply hadn't been expecting that, but he nods.

"I think I like that idea." he says, smiling brightly.
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
He smiled "Foods a good start"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
"Yes, food is." he says, looking at the junkfood they'd both dragged into the room. "Real food that is." he says laughing. "What time is it anyways?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
"No idea, ok scrap food, walks?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
"Sounds like a plan." A beat and he stands slowly as not to rip his stitches or anything, getting his shirts and jacket on. "There a diner nearby, cause I think I'm going into caffiene withdrawal." he jokes.
Jan. 13th, 2007 11:16 pm (UTC)
He smiled moving over to support his son "Oh I'm sure you are"
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