#dean&john

I noticed that the Destiel Truthers kept spinning this idea that episode 300 only ended up that way because J2 demanded JDM be treated well, but I don’t get that impression from Dabb’s writing. It’s actually one of the things that bothers me the most about Dabb’s writing because he places a lot of blame on Sam for leaving Dean/his family to go to Stanford, but he also writes John as abusive to Sam. He wrote this comic Beginning’s End about Sam leaving the same time he wrote Dark Side of the Moon. Yes, the comics aren’t official canon, but he wrote both episodes and it gives you insight into what Dabb thinks about John. Lots of images below the cut

ok, this is more dean&john than deanjohn but hope you enjoy anyway. warning for underage but nothing sexual happens.

Dad comes home in the middle of the night. Dean is wide awake the second the key slides into the lock while Sammy keeps snoring softly on the other bed, face buried in his pillow.

He's sitting up and knuckling at his eyes by the time Dad shrugs out of his jacket with a heavy sigh. Dad walks over, squeezes Dean's ankle through the sheets before jerking his chin into the direction of the bathroom.

Dean nods in acknowledgement, slides out of bed as silently as possible to follow Dad to the bathroom. He blinks for the brightness when he enters, yawns, then turns his attention to his dad. A quick once-over does not reveal any obvious injuries and Dean relaxes a fraction as he sinks down onto the closed toilet seat.

Dad starts stripping down, leaves his dirty clothes in a pile on the floor before he steps into the tub. Dean can still make out his form through the flimsy shower curtain, can see him scratching his nails through his hair under the sad trickle of the shower.

Dean picks at a cuticle as he listens to Dad tell him about the hunt, provides details about how their week has been when Dad asks. He's tired, and Dad's voice, low and rumbly, has his eyes drooping for a moment. He blinks them back open when the water shuts off, and the curtain rattles on the rod.

Dad wraps a towel around his waist, looks at him expectantly, and Dean hums, part answer, part question, and prays that whatever Dad had said was covered by it.

He startles when Dad takes a step closer and grips his chin, tilts Dean's head back, into the light. "What the hell is this?" A calloused thumb presses at the tender skin around the cut on his cheek.

Dean swallows. "It's nothing, sir. It was an accident."

Dad looks him straight into the eyes, says, "Dean," warningly, and Dean can feel the heat rise to his cheeks.

"I cut myself trying to shave," he mumbles out, and Dad huffs in surprise. When Dean looks back up at him, Dad's eyes are sparkling with amusement, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips.

"And what, pray tell, where you trying to shave, boy?" he asks, stroking his knuckle down Dean's smooth cheek almost tenderly.

Part of Dean bristles, he's had some stubble, thank you very much. But in the end, he just ducks his head in embarrassment, murmurs something intelligible.

Dad's palm cradles his face, gently tilts his head back up. "I'll show you how to tomorrow, yeah?"

Dean nods, and Dad pats his cheek before releasing him.

"Go back to bed, I'll be along in a few."

Dean rises, squeezes past Dad, says, "Ew," when some water drops from Dad's hair onto his sleep shirt.

Dad reaches to ruffle his hair, drips some more onto Dean, and Dean winds himself out of the tight space with an indignant little noise.

He closes the bathroom door quietly, makes his way back over to his bed. He strips out of his shirt, and slips back under the sheets.

The bathroom door opens again a few minutes later, and the light clicks off.

chinaaaaaa darling, thank you for the ask <3

alright, i don't know about fluffy but i can do soft lol

i love to imagine that right before they cross the line to whatever they are, john is so touch-starved bc let's be real, he hasn't been touched, really touched, with purpose and tenderness for so long. quick hook-ups with barflies are just about getting his rocks off and they are usually more concerned with getting off then touching him anyway, and when dean or someone else patches him up it is all very task-oriented bc there's blood and there needs to stop being blood.

so when they return from a rough hunt and john took a boot to the wrist, the bad guy twisting his weapon out of his hand, it isn't until he's in the shower trying to get the grime off his body, the dust out of his hair that he notices just how weak his wrist it, the cheap motel 3-in-1 hair and body wash slipping out of what's left of his grip just like that. and it hurts, gripping, moving, lifting his arm and yet he stoically tries to soldier through bc it's what he does.

only dean's already hovering in the door, biting at his lip bc he heard that crunch of bone and he worries, he always worries. and he tries, says, "dad," but john waves him off, grunts, "i'm fine," even while he continues to struggle and dean is just not having it bc the last thing he needs is dad slipping in the tub and splitting his head open or breaking sth else and so he just strips down to his boxers and gets in with dad and john protests ofc he does until dean snatches the body wash from him and grabs his bad shoulder and john almost buckles under the pain. "let me help you, dad," dean says and john very much doesn't want to let dean help but the water is already getting colder and what's he gonna do, this is obviously not gonna work on his own. so he bites out, "just hurry up," and gives in bc it's dean and he can trust dean to do this with military efficency as they do everthing else.

except dean is being super caring and gentle about it, traces scars and rubs sore muscles, gets his back, takes his time to get him clean and it's so overwhelming bc he hasn't been touched like this in so long and it makes his skin tingle, his nerve endings sing, stupidly makes tears spring to his eyes that he quickly blinks away.

dean's hands fall away but then they are back, lathering up his hair, gently massaging his scalp and he can't help a soft groan and dean just takes it in stride, works down to the back of john's neck before scratching back up and it's so good even if it is a little awkward to shuffle even closer to dean so he can rinse out the shampoo. but john closes his eyes and lets himself be touched and hums for dean's gentle touch, mindful of his injuries new and old, and he almost misses dean's "okay, i think we're done." john almost doesn't want it to stop but he sighs, says, "thank you," almost tags on a 'honey' like he used to do with mary.

and if they are both a little hard when dean steps out of the shower, wet cotton plastered to him front and back, well, john will just blame it on leftover adrenaline and dean's youthfulness.

(can you tell i think about this one a lot? /o\)

or on a lighter note:

John has a wendigo to hunt. All the signs are there, he’s prepped as well as possible, maps and landscapes memorized. He’s only stopping back at the motel to pick up supplies and is already halfway out the door, bag heavy on his shoulder when a pitiful ‘Dad’, followed by a deep cough stops him.  

He backtracks, has to now. He had already felt bad enough about leaving Dean to take care of Sammy with his stuffed nose and sore throat, but God, his oldest looks about ready to keel over, pale, eyes bright, as he wipes his runny nose on the too-long sleeve of the hoodie he’s disappearing in, still a size or two too big; the only thing John had found on his last trip to Goodwill.  

“’m sorry, sir,” Dean says, immediately followed by another cough, deep and bellowing, wrecking his whole body.  

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: John Winchester/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Good Parent John Winchester, Pre-Canon, Pre-Series, Feelings, First Time, Underage (16), Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Intercrural Sex, Codependency, Parent/Child Incest, Caring John Winchester, Domestic, Marriage Dynamics

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