Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: wee!Dean, John
Word Count: 340 (Sorry/not sorry. ;))
Date Written: 1 September 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
“I JUST DON’T KNOW WHY YOU STOLE A PAIR OF DAMN COWBOY BOOTS! DEAN, I LEAVE YOU WITH EVERYTHING YOU NEED! I DON’T EXPECT YOU TO WASTE MONEY ON STUPID THINGS OR TO RISK GETTING THROWN INTO JAIL OVER SOMETHING STUPID! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? YOU KNOW SAM NEEDS YOU!”
Dean’s chin trembles. There are a million things he could say to his father, but none of them would do any good. Most of all, he wants to shout back at John that Sammy doesn’t just need him, he needs both of them, but though his father calls him stupid, he’ll never be smart enough to see the truth.
Shaking with both anger and sorrow, Dean rips the cowboy boots out of his father’s hands and runs with them. He runs until he can run no more, and then he falls, crying and holding the boots. He doesn’t know when the tears stop, but at some point, they subside into memories of his mother holding him, of him investigating her closet and all her shoes. “Why do you need so many shoes, Mommy?” he’d asked her once.
“Because every pair lets me be somebody else, Dean. You’ll see what I mean one day.”
John shakes his head as he finds his son in a back alley, still desperately clutching the boots. The boy won’t let go of them even when he picks him up. “Fine,” John mutters, defeated. “You can keep the damn boots.”
Dean stirs just enough that his head moves to John’s shoulder as his father carries him back to the hotel room currently serving as their home. Looking down into his face, John’s heart begins to melt. He’ll give him the cowboy boots. Hell, he’d give these boys anything he can, but he’s got to keep protecting them. Tomorrow night, he’ll have to go back to the fight, but tonight, he stays quiet and watches his boys sleep until he finally dozes off himself to dreams of being the father he wishes he could be.