John's heart didn't know quite what to do with that. It wanted to leap with joy that Dean had spoken, while at the same time it was crushed by the sadness in his little boy's voice. "I know, baby. I miss her too." He sat with Dean in his arms until the boy fell asleep but Dean had said all he had to say for today.
John carried Dean to the bedroom and lay him down on his bed, hoping that tonight he'd stay there. Usually, on one of John's multiple nightly checks, Dean would have climbed into his brother's crib and would be sleeping with his arms tightly wrapped around Sammy. John would have thought a baby would object to being confined like that, but if Sammy did he showed no sign of it. John kissed Dean softly on the top of his head and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Sleep well, tiger."
Jim was out for the evening, visiting a sick parishoner, so John occupied the next few hours by studying some of the books Jim had left out for him, copying notes into a leather journal the Pastor had given him. By eleven he was rubbing his eyes, in need of a break. Jim lived in the country and John liked to go out at night and look at the stars blazing brightly in the heavens. He'd sit on the porch and stare at the twinkling lights and think of Mary. John went to the chair where he'd hung his leather jacket only to find it missing. He checked the closet in case Jim had hung it up, but it wasn't there either. Maybe he'd left it in the boys room but he didn't think so. He sighed as he walked through the door at the sight of Dean's empty bed. He walked to the crib and had to swallow past a lump in his throat for the second time that night. Dean was in the crib, of course, curled up with Sam's back to his chest. Both were fast asleep, cuddled up under John's jacket.
"Oh, Dean. Baby. I'm not going anywhere." John sat on Dean's bed and watched his boys sleep- the stars forgotten as he stared silently at the only real brightness remaining in his life.
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Re: The Only Light Prompts 1, 2 and 4 wee!chesters
Date: 2010-06-04 10:45 am (UTC)John carried Dean to the bedroom and lay him down on his bed, hoping that tonight he'd stay there. Usually, on one of John's multiple nightly checks, Dean would have climbed into his brother's crib and would be sleeping with his arms tightly wrapped around Sammy. John would have thought a baby would object to being confined like that, but if Sammy did he showed no sign of it. John kissed Dean softly on the top of his head and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Sleep well, tiger."
Jim was out for the evening, visiting a sick parishoner, so John occupied the next few hours by studying some of the books Jim had left out for him, copying notes into a leather journal the Pastor had given him. By eleven he was rubbing his eyes, in need of a break. Jim lived in the country and John liked to go out at night and look at the stars blazing brightly in the heavens. He'd sit on the porch and stare at the twinkling lights and think of Mary. John went to the chair where he'd hung his leather jacket only to find it missing. He checked the closet in case Jim had hung it up, but it wasn't there either. Maybe he'd left it in the boys room but he didn't think so. He sighed as he walked through the door at the sight of Dean's empty bed. He walked to the crib and had to swallow past a lump in his throat for the second time that night. Dean was in the crib, of course, curled up with Sam's back to his chest. Both were fast asleep, cuddled up under John's jacket.
"Oh, Dean. Baby. I'm not going anywhere." John sat on Dean's bed and watched his boys sleep- the stars forgotten as he stared silently at the only real brightness remaining in his life.