Making My Way to You
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Category:
Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,579
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 3A
Part 3A
John’s Pov
John has a problem, one that has continued to follow him for about three years now; it has to do with his sons, they’re in love. Usually when a parent realises their children are in love it’s a joyous occasion, one involving cake and meeting that special someone, that is unless they’re in love with each other. The boys hid it well, John had to admit, but for a hunter of John Winchester’s calibre the signs were easy to spot. It began when Sammy was thirteen. His admiration for Dean continued to grow, which wasn’t altogether terrible, John had actually felt a sense of pride at how Sam’s bond with Dean strengthened to the point where the boys never acted without the other present, that they could say or do anything to each other without holding anything back. Then it seemed to stop. Sam didn’t have time for Dean, high school became his foremost priority, he had a large workload to deal with. John recognised the look of a lovesick teen when he saw one.
For a while John had wandered who his youngest had fallen so hard for that being without them seemed to put Sam into a kind of depression. He realized who it was when Dean came home after curfew one night, he made it perfectly obvious what it was he had been doing with what’s her name from the boy’s most recent high school. Sam had looked at Dean with the most pained expression John had seen out of his youngest. John’s own heart fell, realising why that was. John also realized that Sam’s lovesickness blinded him to Dean’s overwhelming love for his brother.
It was hard to spot but eventually John apprehended the truth about Dean. Some could say it was the ‘small things’ that proved it; always tenderly looking out for Sammy, making sure the hot coffee sat for two minutes before he’d give it to Sam to stop it from burning his mouth, being extra quiet when Sam was studying for a particular hard assignment or exam, picking up Sam’s favourite take out when it was clear Sam had had a bad day. Or else you could say it was obvious through the adoring, gentle and sometimes lustful eyes of his oldest whenever he looked at his Sammy. Dean was crazy about Sam and would die before inflicting his desires on his little brother. Naturally both were completely ignorant of the other’s feelings.
It’s hard to tell when it all changed; somewhere around the time Sam’s voice began to crack. Sam’s lovesickness disappeared and he was grinning and laughing a lot about seemingly simple things, like a diet coke stain on the couch. Then came the ‘not discreet enough’ touches and openly lustful and desperate gazes. John knew what had probably happened, both had let their feelings be known and Sam had managed to convince Dean that that was alright. They were both so damn happy John could hardly bring himself to let it be known that he was perfectly aware of what was going on. Ever once in a while Dean would take Sam ‘For a drive and a movie’. They would leave and Sam would discreetly slip his hand in Dean’s after they left the apartment, they’d return with Sam’s 100 watt smile and Dean’s smug grin, both with hair, clothes and looks sitting not quite right.
At times however, John was tempted to let the secret out. Like when they only had enough cash for one room with two beds and a fold out. John would sometimes, unable to sleep, lay there and pretend for his son’s sake when he’d hear Sam or Dean move from his own bed to the others. On most occasions it was Sam, then Dean would pull him down and make Sam gasp and moan softly, occasionally whimper and frequently call Dean’s name. Dean would groan irregularly but could mostly keep silent while his father was in the room. The most prominent reason that John allowed it, this thing going on between his sons was that it made them considerably stronger. They were all the more aware of what was going on around them so that no harm would come to the other, they would fight that much fiercer so not to let the other down or become vulnerable. They were so close that they seemed almost able to know what the other was thinking.
They made a frighteningly good team, John could deal with their love, knowing just how safe and happy they were with each other.
A/N: see next chappie for le sex
John’s Pov
John has a problem, one that has continued to follow him for about three years now; it has to do with his sons, they’re in love. Usually when a parent realises their children are in love it’s a joyous occasion, one involving cake and meeting that special someone, that is unless they’re in love with each other. The boys hid it well, John had to admit, but for a hunter of John Winchester’s calibre the signs were easy to spot. It began when Sammy was thirteen. His admiration for Dean continued to grow, which wasn’t altogether terrible, John had actually felt a sense of pride at how Sam’s bond with Dean strengthened to the point where the boys never acted without the other present, that they could say or do anything to each other without holding anything back. Then it seemed to stop. Sam didn’t have time for Dean, high school became his foremost priority, he had a large workload to deal with. John recognised the look of a lovesick teen when he saw one.
For a while John had wandered who his youngest had fallen so hard for that being without them seemed to put Sam into a kind of depression. He realized who it was when Dean came home after curfew one night, he made it perfectly obvious what it was he had been doing with what’s her name from the boy’s most recent high school. Sam had looked at Dean with the most pained expression John had seen out of his youngest. John’s own heart fell, realising why that was. John also realized that Sam’s lovesickness blinded him to Dean’s overwhelming love for his brother.
It was hard to spot but eventually John apprehended the truth about Dean. Some could say it was the ‘small things’ that proved it; always tenderly looking out for Sammy, making sure the hot coffee sat for two minutes before he’d give it to Sam to stop it from burning his mouth, being extra quiet when Sam was studying for a particular hard assignment or exam, picking up Sam’s favourite take out when it was clear Sam had had a bad day. Or else you could say it was obvious through the adoring, gentle and sometimes lustful eyes of his oldest whenever he looked at his Sammy. Dean was crazy about Sam and would die before inflicting his desires on his little brother. Naturally both were completely ignorant of the other’s feelings.
It’s hard to tell when it all changed; somewhere around the time Sam’s voice began to crack. Sam’s lovesickness disappeared and he was grinning and laughing a lot about seemingly simple things, like a diet coke stain on the couch. Then came the ‘not discreet enough’ touches and openly lustful and desperate gazes. John knew what had probably happened, both had let their feelings be known and Sam had managed to convince Dean that that was alright. They were both so damn happy John could hardly bring himself to let it be known that he was perfectly aware of what was going on. Ever once in a while Dean would take Sam ‘For a drive and a movie’. They would leave and Sam would discreetly slip his hand in Dean’s after they left the apartment, they’d return with Sam’s 100 watt smile and Dean’s smug grin, both with hair, clothes and looks sitting not quite right.
At times however, John was tempted to let the secret out. Like when they only had enough cash for one room with two beds and a fold out. John would sometimes, unable to sleep, lay there and pretend for his son’s sake when he’d hear Sam or Dean move from his own bed to the others. On most occasions it was Sam, then Dean would pull him down and make Sam gasp and moan softly, occasionally whimper and frequently call Dean’s name. Dean would groan irregularly but could mostly keep silent while his father was in the room. The most prominent reason that John allowed it, this thing going on between his sons was that it made them considerably stronger. They were all the more aware of what was going on around them so that no harm would come to the other, they would fight that much fiercer so not to let the other down or become vulnerable. They were so close that they seemed almost able to know what the other was thinking.
They made a frighteningly good team, John could deal with their love, knowing just how safe and happy they were with each other.
A/N: see next chappie for le sex