#dean&john

[1x20]

me when i accidentally create the perfect soldier by making my son submit to all my whims and turning him into my wife

[amiwritesthings]

rewatching 2x02 and ellen obvi hasn't seen the winchester boys before and yet she knows how dean was so close to his daddy how why did john just show up at the roadhouse waxing poetic about his pretty sonwife i need answers

[teamfreewill2pointo]

so ep20 was supposed to look more like ep300 with John and Mary and Cas in some alternate version for two minutes... Man this is why I hate Dabb so much

I noticed that the Destiel Truthers kept spinning this idea that episode 300 only ended up that way because J2 demanded JDM be treated well, but I don’t get that impression from Dabb’s writing. It’s actually one of the things that bothers me the most about Dabb’s writing because he places a lot of blame on Sam for leaving Dean/his family to go to Stanford, but he also writes John as abusive to Sam. He wrote this comic Beginning’s End about Sam leaving the same time he wrote Dark Side of the Moon. Yes, the comics aren’t official canon, but he wrote both episodes and it gives you insight into what Dabb thinks about John. Lots of images below the cut

In the comic, John hits Sam when he’s mad at him

Later, John passes out drunk and there’s no food in the house, so Sam goes out and steals money to buy a hot dog.

Sam returns and John eats Sam’s hot dog. It ends with John shooting Sam.

There’s a frequent theme of Sam leaving and returning. John treats Sam like dirt and keeps provoking him into running away.

Dean begs John to show Sam how much he loves him. But John refuses because he wants Sam to grow up hard.

It’s more important to John to raise Sam as a ruthless warrior than to show him love.

Sam leaves and Dean chases after Sam

Now I don’t blame Dean at all for feeling the way he does, but I don’t like how Dabb writes Dean as guilting Sam for wanting to leave an obviously abusive situation. If you think Dabb’s John treats Dean better, he doesn’t.

But he’s still portrayed very sympathetically. In the 300 commentary, Dabb talks about how Dean looks at his father, this man who fucked up, and sees a man who loved his family. He sees a man who did terrible things out of love. The point of John being there is for Dean to forgive himself for what happened with Michael.

If Dean can look at his father and forgive him, then Dean can also forgive himself. 300 is a huge step forward for Dean. Dean went from

To

Which is such character growth and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

I love seeing Dean happy with who he is. This was a huge moment for him and I’m very glad to see it, but I feel that Dabb went too dark with John, which makes the lighter moments harder to believe. I feel that Dabb went too dark with Dean as well. It’s kinda funny because the Carver era has Dean overtly dark, but in that era, he’s clearly under the MoC and he’s trying to do what’s right.

Dabb era has Dean much more lighthearted and goofy most of the time, but also torturing without hesitation. Dean pulls a gun on a kid and tries to kill Jack multiple times, even after calling him family. He’s cruel to Castiel and says a lot of nasty shit to him. And I get what the writers were trying to do. In s13, we were supposed to see Dean becoming John. Jensen said that he thought Dean would become more like his father as time went on. That’s part of why he adopted the deeper voice. I understand why Dean’s angry in 14 and 15. I understand that Dean reacts to fear with anger. I spend a lot of time defending Dean, but I don’t like how he’s written because I feel that we used to see that fear under Dean’s rage.

I personally feel that Dabb swung too hard into the anger for both John and Dean. Jack loves and adores Dean, even though Dean treated Jack like shit. We want Jack to be with Dean in a happy family again, even after Dean tried to kill Jack on multiple occasions. I suspected that John and Mary would be in Dean’s heaven because I feel that’s how Dabb writes that relationship.

[amiwritesthings]

Deanjohn 12 please and thank you :)

ok, this is more dean&john than deanjohn but hope you enjoy anyway. warning for underage but nothing sexual happens.

Dad comes home in the middle of the night. Dean is wide awake the second the key slides into the lock while Sammy keeps snoring softly on the other bed, face buried in his pillow.

He's sitting up and knuckling at his eyes by the time Dad shrugs out of his jacket with a heavy sigh. Dad walks over, squeezes Dean's ankle through the sheets before jerking his chin into the direction of the bathroom.

Dean nods in acknowledgement, slides out of bed as silently as possible to follow Dad to the bathroom. He blinks for the brightness when he enters, yawns, then turns his attention to his dad. A quick once-over does not reveal any obvious injuries and Dean relaxes a fraction as he sinks down onto the closed toilet seat.

Dad starts stripping down, leaves his dirty clothes in a pile on the floor before he steps into the tub. Dean can still make out his form through the flimsy shower curtain, can see him scratching his nails through his hair under the sad trickle of the shower.

Dean picks at a cuticle as he listens to Dad tell him about the hunt, provides details about how their week has been when Dad asks. He's tired, and Dad's voice, low and rumbly, has his eyes drooping for a moment. He blinks them back open when the water shuts off, and the curtain rattles on the rod.

Dad wraps a towel around his waist, looks at him expectantly, and Dean hums, part answer, part question, and prays that whatever Dad had said was covered by it.

He startles when Dad takes a step closer and grips his chin, tilts Dean's head back, into the light. "What the hell is this?" A calloused thumb presses at the tender skin around the cut on his cheek.

Dean swallows. "It's nothing, sir. It was an accident."

Dad looks him straight into the eyes, says, "Dean," warningly, and Dean can feel the heat rise to his cheeks.

"I cut myself trying to shave," he mumbles out, and Dad huffs in surprise. When Dean looks back up at him, Dad's eyes are sparkling with amusement, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips.

"And what, pray tell, where you trying to shave, boy?" he asks, stroking his knuckle down Dean's smooth cheek almost tenderly.

Part of Dean bristles, he's had some stubble, thank you very much. But in the end, he just ducks his head in embarrassment, murmurs something intelligible.

Dad's palm cradles his face, gently tilts his head back up. "I'll show you how to tomorrow, yeah?"

Dean nods, and Dad pats his cheek before releasing him.

"Go back to bed, I'll be along in a few."

Dean rises, squeezes past Dad, says, "Ew," when some water drops from Dad's hair onto his sleep shirt.

Dad reaches to ruffle his hair, drips some more onto Dean, and Dean winds himself out of the tight space with an indignant little noise.

He closes the bathroom door quietly, makes his way back over to his bed. He strips out of his shirt, and slips back under the sheets.

The bathroom door opens again a few minutes later, and the light clicks off.

The mattress dips as Dad slides in behind him. His skin is still a little damp but it's warm and Dean is lulled to sleep before he even realizes.

[amiwritesthings]

Happy dadfucker Friday! As the queen of soft, would you be willing to share your most fluffy domestic j/d headcanon? ❤

chinaaaaaa darling, thank you for the ask <3

alright, i don't know about fluffy but i can do soft lol

i love to imagine that right before they cross the line to whatever they are, john is so touch-starved bc let's be real, he hasn't been touched, really touched, with purpose and tenderness for so long. quick hook-ups with barflies are just about getting his rocks off and they are usually more concerned with getting off then touching him anyway, and when dean or someone else patches him up it is all very task-oriented bc there's blood and there needs to stop being blood.

so when they return from a rough hunt and john took a boot to the wrist, the bad guy twisting his weapon out of his hand, it isn't until he's in the shower trying to get the grime off his body, the dust out of his hair that he notices just how weak his wrist it, the cheap motel 3-in-1 hair and body wash slipping out of what's left of his grip just like that. and it hurts, gripping, moving, lifting his arm and yet he stoically tries to soldier through bc it's what he does.

only dean's already hovering in the door, biting at his lip bc he heard that crunch of bone and he worries, he always worries. and he tries, says, "dad," but john waves him off, grunts, "i'm fine," even while he continues to struggle and dean is just not having it bc the last thing he needs is dad slipping in the tub and splitting his head open or breaking sth else and so he just strips down to his boxers and gets in with dad and john protests ofc he does until dean snatches the body wash from him and grabs his bad shoulder and john almost buckles under the pain. "let me help you, dad," dean says and john very much doesn't want to let dean help but the water is already getting colder and what's he gonna do, this is obviously not gonna work on his own. so he bites out, "just hurry up," and gives in bc it's dean and he can trust dean to do this with military efficency as they do everthing else.

except dean is being super caring and gentle about it, traces scars and rubs sore muscles, gets his back, takes his time to get him clean and it's so overwhelming bc he hasn't been touched like this in so long and it makes his skin tingle, his nerve endings sing, stupidly makes tears spring to his eyes that he quickly blinks away.

dean's hands fall away but then they are back, lathering up his hair, gently massaging his scalp and he can't help a soft groan and dean just takes it in stride, works down to the back of john's neck before scratching back up and it's so good even if it is a little awkward to shuffle even closer to dean so he can rinse out the shampoo. but john closes his eyes and lets himself be touched and hums for dean's gentle touch, mindful of his injuries new and old, and he almost misses dean's "okay, i think we're done." john almost doesn't want it to stop but he sighs, says, "thank you," almost tags on a 'honey' like he used to do with mary.

and if they are both a little hard when dean steps out of the shower, wet cotton plastered to him front and back, well, john will just blame it on leftover adrenaline and dean's youthfulness.

(can you tell i think about this one a lot? /o\)

or on a lighter note:

dean and john using a break between hunts to just relax and go to a concert, being just normal people, a couple of guys out on the town, and they sing along off-key and get to touch each other casually, in public, like they never get to otherwise. and if during that one slow song, john pulls him close and kisses him all slow and sweet, and dean looks up at him after with that rosy blush on his cheeks and with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle, well, no one needs to know how perfect he thinks that is.

[amiwritesthings]

(releasing this into the wild bc it's not going anywhere. i think it was @stemroses who brought up this idea way back when)

John has a wendigo to hunt. All the signs are there, he’s prepped as well as possible, maps and landscapes memorized. He’s only stopping back at the motel to pick up supplies and is already halfway out the door, bag heavy on his shoulder when a pitiful ‘Dad’, followed by a deep cough stops him.  

He backtracks, has to now. He had already felt bad enough about leaving Dean to take care of Sammy with his stuffed nose and sore throat, but God, his oldest looks about ready to keel over, pale, eyes bright, as he wipes his runny nose on the too-long sleeve of the hoodie he’s disappearing in, still a size or two too big; the only thing John had found on his last trip to Goodwill.  

“’m sorry, sir,” Dean says, immediately followed by another cough, deep and bellowing, wrecking his whole body.  

In the bed across the room, Sammy blows his nose, probably for the thousandth time today if his red skin is any indication, silently watching the exchange. He hasn’t said a single word since his throat had started to hurt, and if it hadn’t been for Dean and the shorthand he and Sammy have, it would have driven John crazy by now.  

John drops his bag with a soft sigh, shrugs out of his coat. “C’mon, bed.” Dean slumps in on himself with relief the moment John puts his hands on his bony shoulders, guides him to the unoccupied bed to the right. “I’m sorry,” Dean says again, a hoarse little sound, as he pulls up the covers, burrows into the warmth of the bed. “It’s okay, son, just get some sleep.” Dean sniffles, coughs, eyes already half-closed.  

John takes a moment to settle into the new situation, his body still thrumming with the surge of adrenaline that had come with the prospect of going out to hunt a wendigo.  

Instead, he pulls out their med kit now, rifles through the mess inside only to come up empty. He curses under his breath, chances a glance at the boys. Dean’s pretty out of it but Sammy’s sitting up against the headboard, reading a comic book, or trying to, his focus straying every other moment. 

“Need to go pick up some medicine, food. Won’t take long, okay Sammy?” Sam nods, glances at the nightstand for a second before looking over at Dean.  

“D’you need anything before I go?” John asks, pulling Sam’s attention again. Sam reaches over, picks up the empty cup from the nightstand, holds it out to John. There’s a rush of mortification when he realizes he doesn’t even know what Dean’s been giving him and he hovers uncertainly, wishes Sammy would just open his mouth.  

“Tea, with lots of honey,” comes the raspy response to the unspoken question as Dean shifts on the bed, tries to get comfortable. “’s the only thing he’ll drink.”  

John nods, takes the empty cup from Sam, heads to the small kitchenette to get the kettle on. He takes the time it’s taking to get the tea ready to watch his boys, Dean miserably huddled into the covers, Sammy reaching for the tissues to blow his nose again. Part of him hates that it takes the kids being sick for him to stick around, to spend time with them.  

Once the tea is done, he squeezes some honey into it, before handing the cup back to Sam. He takes a sip, pulls a face, then holds the cup back out to John. “What’s wrong?”  

For a moment, it looks like Sam is actually going to speak but then he just turns, looks imploringly at Dean.  

“Not enough honey,” comes from the pile of blankets, low and whiny, sounding out the look on Sam’s face, and John sighs but goes to add more honey anyway. 

After that, he makes the trip for groceries and medicine, cough syrup for Dean and more tea for Sammy’s sore throat, something to get a fever down just in case. 

By the time he gets back, Dean is burning up, body wrecked by coughing fits every few minutes. 

[amiwritesthings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: John Winchester/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Good Parent John Winchester, Pre-Canon, Pre-Series, Feelings, First Time, Underage (16), Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Intercrural Sex, Codependency, Parent/Child Incest, Caring John Winchester, Domestic, Marriage Dynamics

Summary:

Dean and John, through the years. Cradle to grave.