Series Title: You Were Never a Son of Mine
Title: Obedient Son
Dislaimer: I do not own them. At all. Ryan Murphy et. All own some, Kripke owns most of ‘em.
Series Summary: Basically, all of John Winchester’s sons think back on their dear old Dad.
Summary: First born son takes all commands…
A/N: These are basically character studies to get into the heads of the Winchester offspring.
First it was gonna be a ‘5 sons John Winchester never had’ sort of thing. I got stuck on three. But then my mind twisted back to the Resurrected ‘verse. I can’t help it. Stupid thing has a mind of its own. And okay, kinda hit me when I was watching The Wolfman (apparently Costner is not the only one who can play an Englishman
with an American/Americanized accent. His pimp title, however, has not
been taken by Benicio Del Toro. Er…) You Were Never a Son of Mine
Dean Winchester was the eldest of John Winchester’s get. It was funny that he could even think of himself that way, but honestly, there’d never been a chance for them to be his beloved children. Hell, two of them didn’t even know
about the other two. But John Winchester was bigger than life. Hardcore hunter who’d survived the War, only to have his family ripped to shreds by the Yellow-eyed demon.
Life had made him hard. And he, in turn, had made his sons hard. The culmination of the great Winchester line came down to four scared little boys trying to be just like their daddy. Dean, being the oldest, had it the hardest. He’d seen what they’d been before
. He’d had the caring, playful father. Even when times were rough near the end, after Sammy’s birth, John had still been his father. When Mary Winchester had died that night, John had relied
on four year old Dean to get his baby brother to safety. To be a good little soldier and follow orders.
And he had ever since. There was no middle ground with John Winchester. You did what he said and didn’t make waves. Sammy had never understood that because he hadn’t seen the before.
Because they were too damn similar not
to bump heads. Dean had always been smoothing the way for his father or for Sammy’s mistakes. John thought he’d raised a boy who’d taken so after himself, so much like Mary’s father.
Not even Dean realized he’d taken after his mother. After his grandmother. The ones who smoothed the path. He was obedient because part of him knew
that Sammy could never be that.