I have stuff I should be doing, so of course I get caught up writing a challenge prompt instead. Oy! Here, have a drabble.
Title: A hard rain’s gonna fall
Fandom: Supernatural
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Rating: Gen, G, 100 word drabble, preseason.
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Author Notes:: Takes place sometime shortly after John left Kansas. Title taken from Bob Dylan lyrics. Prompt = Rain. Originally posted here
The rain beats down on the roof with a steady tink and patter. Outside the world’s a dark blur, the windows long since fogged by their breath.
John’s stretched out as best he can along the front seat, knees up, Sam a warm bundle across his chest. He watches Dean’s hand push a toy car along the seat back, making quiet vroom noises, so as not to wake his brother. The black leather of John’s jacket is rolled up so it doesn’t swallow his son’s tiny hands completely. He’s warm at least.
John smiles sadly and the rain beats down.

Title: A hard rain’s gonna fall
Fandom: Supernatural
Author:
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Rating: Gen, G, 100 word drabble, preseason.
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Author Notes:: Takes place sometime shortly after John left Kansas. Title taken from Bob Dylan lyrics. Prompt = Rain. Originally posted here
The rain beats down on the roof with a steady tink and patter. Outside the world’s a dark blur, the windows long since fogged by their breath.
John’s stretched out as best he can along the front seat, knees up, Sam a warm bundle across his chest. He watches Dean’s hand push a toy car along the seat back, making quiet vroom noises, so as not to wake his brother. The black leather of John’s jacket is rolled up so it doesn’t swallow his son’s tiny hands completely. He’s warm at least.
John smiles sadly and the rain beats down.
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(P.S. I think I've finally finished the Wee!John fic I promised. Just need to get some beta input. *G*)
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And yet, how lovely.
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*hands tissues*
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He watches Dean’s hand push a toy car along the seat back, making quiet vroom noises, so as not to wake his brother.
and the care John's taken with Dean here:
The black leather of John’s jacket is rolled up so it doesn’t swallow his son’s tiny hands completely. He’s warm at least.
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Thank you for sharing it with us!
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I keep forgetting I'm allowed to post other gen stuff over on the comm. *facepalm* Latest fic in point. I'll try to remember. Hee!
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*lurks*
This is fucking BRILLIANT. Excuse my french, but Urgh. This is perfection in a hundred words. Gorgeous.
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Glad you enjoyed it! \o/
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