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bound_byfate, Sam is likely_evil, everyone else is an NPC. Goddamnit, Dean. Beginning dialogue is from above ficlet.]
“I know that you aren’t my daddy and mommy... but I want you to be. Daddies and Mommies take care of their kids, and I’m your kid.”
“Yer not takin’ dat away from yer bra’ther, my love. Johnny always be rememberin’ him. But you really are his daddy now. No harm in ‘im callin’ you dat.”
“If you really want to.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
The scene blurred in front of him and he tried his best to swallow it back, but he couldn’t. He knew that he should be happy for his brother. He knew that he should have seen this coming. But it didn’t stop the sucker punch to the gut that came with hearing your son refer to someone else as their father. What made it worse was that he understood it. Understood it more than he would have liked. Dean was dead. Gone. He wasn’t in Johnny’s life and he never had been, not beyond those first few months that he was sure the boy couldn’t even remember. Dean wasn’t anything more than a story Sam told Johnny to try and get him to sleep on nights when he couldn’t.
Sam was Johnny’s father. It was only fair that he should get the title to go with it.
( *** )
899 words
bound_byfate, Sam is likely_evil, everyone else is an NPC. Goddamnit, Dean. Beginning dialogue is from above ficlet.]“I know that you aren’t my daddy and mommy... but I want you to be. Daddies and Mommies take care of their kids, and I’m your kid.”
“Yer not takin’ dat away from yer bra’ther, my love. Johnny always be rememberin’ him. But you really are his daddy now. No harm in ‘im callin’ you dat.”
“If you really want to.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
The scene blurred in front of him and he tried his best to swallow it back, but he couldn’t. He knew that he should be happy for his brother. He knew that he should have seen this coming. But it didn’t stop the sucker punch to the gut that came with hearing your son refer to someone else as their father. What made it worse was that he understood it. Understood it more than he would have liked. Dean was dead. Gone. He wasn’t in Johnny’s life and he never had been, not beyond those first few months that he was sure the boy couldn’t even remember. Dean wasn’t anything more than a story Sam told Johnny to try and get him to sleep on nights when he couldn’t.
Sam was Johnny’s father. It was only fair that he should get the title to go with it.
( *** )
899 words
