#supportive!john

They’re trying real hard not to let him notice, and he’s giving them an A+ for the whole effort-- but hey, John Winchester isn’t that blind. He’s seen the subtle touches and hugs and handholding. He’s seen the way they look at each other when they think he’s not paying attention and it’s the same way he used to look at Mary when they were young and carefree-- and how’s he supposed to deny it? These kids are in love.

It’s kinda his fault, really. John locks them in small motel rooms, far away from the outside world where’s dangerous and painful and... what else could he expect? They only had each other to rely on since Sam was a baby. No other friends, not a single, stable love interest... Dean still hangs out with girls at school, but it’s obvious they don’t matter to him. They’ll soon move away again and again and the only thing that never changes for the kids are each other.

John takes a moment to stare at his boys. Despite all the horror they’re forced to face, all the monsters they have to take down-- they’re happy, and they deserve it, to make up for everything else. Why should he deny them such a small blessing? God be damned, he’s not that heartless.

“Hey.” John calls, almost sighs at Dean’s head snapping up quickly, tensing up as if he’s ready to jump at the next order-- jesus the kid needs a real break. Maybe John can leave town for a few weeks and let them relax. “Caleb called me today, says he needs help with a nest.”

Sam groans loudly, unamused and angry as always. Dean just sighs and nods at John-- yea, he’s leaving right now, or he’ll end up dragging them to a private room and forgetting they exist for like a week. Maybe it’ll be enough to ease Sam’s annoyance.

“You guys stay here. There’s enough cash for a week or so. Call Bobby if you need extra.” John says, grabbing his duffel and ready to be out of here in point five seconds. He pulls the door open and smiles at Dean. “And make sure you guys have some good, nice makeup sex. I can’t stand Sammy’s crankiness anymore.”

John’s pretty sure he hears Dean choking as he closes the door behind him.

BBC Sherlock/John

It’s good to have something so familiar to cling to, because Mary leaving had been a real backstab.

“--what, fuck you.” Sam just replies at whatever Dean shot at him. His voice is full of venon and it’s obvious he’s furious, because the kid disappears from the library in record time.

The sound of a door being shoved close seems to echo through the whole bunker a few seconds later. Well this isn’t any different from when they were just teenagers and John basks in the strange sense of nostalgia around him. It almost feels like home, but he knows better.

“So--” John starts nonchalantly, takes a second to sip on his beer and it’s enough to give Dean some time to drop his body on the nearest seat. "Sammy wants a divorce?”

Dean just scoffs and runs a hand through his face, scratching the few days old stubble slowly, but says nothing. This is a current, new behavior John can’t recognize-- but it’s one he can understand. His boys have been through a lot, they’ve seen a lot and John can’t blame them for being almost strangers to him.

At least I’m not ditching them, he thinks bitterly.

“What did you do?” Dean asks suddenly, and he’s already stealing a beer from John’s pack before one can notice. Smartass. “You know, when you guys had some fight like this?”

“We had a lot of chick flick moments. After she kicked my ass for getting drunk as hell.” John shrugs and some of the tension resting on Dean’s shoulders just melts as he laughs. “But for you boys--” He finishes the beer in his hands and gets another. “Some makeup sex will do.”

Dean snorts, but it’s as clear as day in his face that he’s considering the idea. After a long minute he stares up at John, frowning, unsure of what to do. “You think I’ll survive long enough to suggest it?”

“Text him. Safer. But later, smartass--” John confiscates Dean’s phone before he can start typing the message. “You do it now, he eats you alive.”

Dean simply hums in understanding. John laughs.

It feels good to be home again.

Thank you very much, honey! :D

YOU. I LOVE YOU.

Can you imagine their faces? Like, John gives Dean the key with his best straight face and when the boys open the door and see the king bed they are like: “Shit, he knows”

And then they realize that their dad has just nodded at their relationship and they are so happy about it, but there is some awkwardness in the family after that, because Sam and Dean now know that John is not going to send them to a pshychologist, but still they are not sure if they can be open about it, if their father is comfortable with them kissing or doing/saying anything that is openly non-brotherly (one thing is knowing and accepting, another is seeing). So they just pretend nothing happened.

Until one day they are all preparing the weapons for a hunt and John is randomly like: “You boys do know that the condom-rule still applies with men, don’t you?”

John laughing when Sam and Dean walk so close together that they always bump into each other.

John buying Sam an ice cream when Dean is out for his first date and reassuring him that his big brother is not gonna leave him (Sam doesn’t calm down until Dean is back, anyway).

John knowing that his kids have always been too close and thinking that this is good, because with the life they have he could be dead soon and they would have nothing but each other.

John coming back from a hunt sooner that he predicted and finding them naked in bed.

Sam and Dean being terrorized and waiting for a serious talk against incest while John doesn’t even flinch and just tells them that the ghost is taken care of (while also grinning because they look so scared)

“I’m gonna go out for a beer, call me when you are done, boys”

John being happy about this because no girl is gonna love Sam as much as Dean does and no girl is gonna love Dean as much as Sam does.