Apparition - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Apparition

Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.

Warnings: none

Pairings: John/Mary

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 240
Point of view: third

 

           

Sometimes, when he dreams, he sees her as she was. She wears a summer dress, hair long and flowing, with the widest grin in the world on her face.

She comes to him, takes his hand. Her comments but the opening one remain the same.

“Beautiful sunset,” she observes and he nods, replies, “That it was.”

Sometimes she asks about their children, about his parents. About where he thinks they’ll move next.

“Dean’s getting big,” he tells her. Or, “Sammy has the highest grade in his class.”

Often, she says, “Stop, John. This crusade in my name can’t end well.”

But he shakes his head, responds with, “I’m getting close, Mary. I can feel it. I have to end the thing that killed you.”

And she cups his face with her hands, meets his eyes with her huge, hazel gaze. “See our sons, John. See what you’re doing to them. How old are they now?”

“Dean just turned sixteen,” he replies.

“They need a father,” she says sadly. “They’ve already lost a mom. They don’t need a sergeant. And they don’t need a hunter. They need the man I married.”

John places his hands over hers and leans down, gently kisses her lips. He pulls back slightly and murmurs, “That man died with you.”

 

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 When he wakes, he remembers. He knows what she wanted for her boys, what she still wants for them.

 
And they’ll get it. After the hunt is through.

Comments

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

John, John, John, burying yourself in a hunt that will go on for far too long ... Yeah, of course Mary would be disappointed with him for that one.

I really like the dreamy quality here, and I loved this:

“They need a father,” she says sadly. “They’ve already lost a mom. They don’t need a sergeant. And they don’t need a hunter. They need the man I married.”

John places his hands over hers and leans down, gently kisses her lips. He pulls back slightly and murmurs, “That man died with you.”

Oh, John. And it's so very true. That man really is gone.

Lovely ficlet!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

This actually came from a short story I wrote a while back, from the line "He can't watch the leaves dance or the painting of the sky, but he can feel the wind across his cheek and the warmth of the sun on his skin." Which, of course, I couldn't work into this piece.

But there you have it.

[iamstealthyone.livejournal.com]

Isn't it funny how the muse works? *g*

[tigriswolf]

Yes, 'tis.

[phantomas.livejournal.com]

Very dreamy, very lyric quality to this. Poor John.“That man died with you.” True words.

thank you :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank _you_ for reading!

[pheebs1.livejournal.com]

John places his hands over hers and leans down, gently kisses her lips. He pulls back slightly and murmurs, “That man died with you.”


AW JOHN!!! *sobs*

[tigriswolf]

*offers handkerchief*

Thank you for reading!

[lark_ascends]

Gorgeous and so right look at John.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[my-only-1-52.livejournal.com]

So, you TOTALLY just made me cry...like...bunches.

[tigriswolf]

Oh, sorry! Except not. Hee.

This is one of the happier fics, too. Though, of course, I define 'happy' as when I don't kill anyone off. Seeing as how Mary was already dead...

Thank you for reading!

[dairwendan.livejournal.com]

This is a great insight into John! Thanks!

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

Cute icon.