Heeee! Oh, no, i wasn't thinking that *you* were thinking john/boys anything.
Ummmmm...i have to disagree with that last, though. John won't sacrifice his sons to the demon. He's determined to find a way to kill it and come out the other side, or at least be sure Sam and Dean do. He's not quite so concerned about his own life.
And he feels that he's given his sons all they need to survive, and that they'd do okay if he was gone. But he's not *hoping* for it or anything.
I have this image in my head of a Sam who's about fourteen or fifteen and a Dean and they just got in from a hunt, all three, and they're a bit bruised up and bloody and John goes to get a shower and Sam and Dean are still twitchy from adrenalin and post-fight nerves and they're snapping and snarling a little and one of 'em ends up slammed into a wall and by the time John come out of the bathroom, they're fucking like rabbits.
And he's stunned for a minute, and then he just...fades back and lets it happen because he knows the pressure they're under, the strain, and the *need* for them to be this open and this vulnerable and this *lost*, for just a minute or two. So he lets it happen and then afterward, when they can think, he tells them that society as a rule will dislike that and if they want to keep it up, they'll have to learn discretion.
And that's...it. Heh. Fucking random strangers is just too dangerous.
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Oh, no, i wasn't thinking that *you* were thinking john/boys anything.
Ummmmm...i have to disagree with that last, though. John won't sacrifice his sons to the demon. He's determined to find a way to kill it and come out the other side, or at least be sure Sam and Dean do. He's not quite so concerned about his own life.
And he feels that he's given his sons all they need to survive, and that they'd do okay if he was gone. But he's not *hoping* for it or anything.
I have this image in my head of a Sam who's about fourteen or fifteen and a Dean and they just got in from a hunt, all three, and they're a bit bruised up and bloody and John goes to get a shower and Sam and Dean are still twitchy from adrenalin and post-fight nerves and they're snapping and snarling a little and one of 'em ends up slammed into a wall and by the time John come out of the bathroom, they're fucking like rabbits.
And he's stunned for a minute, and then he just...fades back and lets it happen because he knows the pressure they're under, the strain, and the *need* for them to be this open and this vulnerable and this *lost*, for just a minute or two. So he lets it happen and then afterward, when they can think, he tells them that society as a rule will dislike that and if they want to keep it up, they'll have to learn discretion.
And that's...it. Heh. Fucking random strangers is just too dangerous.