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eighth_horizonSalvation AU, happens just before Disinterment. Happy-shmoop.
I Can‘t Tell You, But You Know
(c)2006 b stearns
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The phone rang.
Dean heard Charlie go running through to answer it and went back to filing another damn report, keeping one ear on the rise and fall of her voice in the background.
Dean listened and watched as she passed the doorway, chattering away with the cordless pressed to one ear, a bag of Doritos swinging and crinkling in her other hand.
“This one girl, Tori? I’m so sick of her, all she does is talk about how great she is. ‘Look at my shoooooes, I have six pairs, one in every color’. Like anybody cares.”
Girl talk. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t catch the x chromosome bug and do stuff like yammer on the phone and spend hours screwing with her hair, but, what could he do?
“...told her she was full of it, right? She was. So she said ‘full of what’ and I said ‘I can’t tell you but you know’, since there’s a whole list of words I can’t say at school or anywhere else but especially school. Most of them make sense, but some? Dad laughs, he says to quit saying ‘half-cocked’ like it’s a big deal, like it’s one of those jokes adults have?”
Who the hell was she talking to? Allie or Mary or Leigh? One of her friends from school? That one kid from the first floor of his apartment building that she did homework with? It wasn’t Sam, she didn’t get that chatty with Sam, she just cuddled the phone and giggled when he called. It wasn’t Sarah or Dani, not if she was using a phrase like ‘jokes adults have’.
“Nobody explains it but I’m just talking about the guns anyway. Cocking a gun’s not that funny, I can hit all the cans now, it took me like a week because I had to get used to the kick but now I nail every one on the first try. You should come watch me.”
Holy GOD.
“Charlie!” Dean hissed.
Charlie paused in her pacing to look at him, eyebrows raised.
“Who are you talking to!”
She held the phone away a little, looking at him as if he was too rude to live. “It’s Papa Winchester.”
Dean pressed a hand to his forehead, part relief and part horror. “Give me the phone.”
“I’m still talking to him!”
“You don’t talk to Papa like he’s a girl in your class,” Dean said, holding a hand out for the phone.
“Tell me why you laugh when I say ‘cocked’,” she said, holding the phone further away from her father. “He said to ask you.”
“Give me the phone or you can go to your room,” Dean growled.
“Cocking cocking cockity cock!” Charlie yelled, then squealed when Dean came straight for her with real purpose on his face. She dropped the phone on the table and ran for her room.
Dean picked up the phone and looked at it for a moment. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about...anything right then. He sighed and gave in. “Dad,” he said.
There was a moment of silence, then Dean realized it was just a pause for air. John was laughing so hard he couldn’t get his breath. Poor guy was wheezing.
“You gotta encourage her,” Dean said. “Don’t you. You had to get her started.”
John kept laughing. “That kid, she’s 150% Winchester.”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “I’d say you should take her for a weekend real soon, but I’m scared about what might happen to you.”
His father snorted. Dean tried to remember one damn time he’d ever heard his father snort with laughter, or laugh so hard. He must have, but it didn’t seem as important as this one time did.
“Well, she said I should come see her shoot,” John said. “She that good?”
“Yes sir,” Dean said. “She’s that good. You dropping by?”
“I haven’t seen the girls in a little while,” John said. “I haven’t seen any of you in a little while. Be good to check in. Should be there tomorrow.”
“We’ll be here,” Dean said with a grin. “You call Sam’s yet?”
“Yeah, and I didn’t get anything about guns or snotty brats named Tori,” John said. “I got a rundown on the lunar eclipse that’s coming up, and something about the dog eating a candle. I’m gonna call every day if it’s gonna be this kind of grab bag.”
“You caught us on a slow day,” Dean said. “Be good to see you, dad.”
“Same here, kiddo. Now put Charlie back on. She didn’t finish telling me about what happened with Tori.”
Dean purposely banged his own head on the kitchen doorway on his way through to Charlie’s room. He held the phone out without a word. Mouth full of Doritos, Charlie slid off her bed and took the phone with a look of chagrin on her face. She knew she’d pushed a little too far and she would show it in little ways and watch her mouth for maybe five minutes at a time. But for now she had things to say to her grandfather.
“Papa,” she said, “Are you coming to see me shoot?”
Dean took the Doritos.
Charlie grinned. “Good,” she said. “Dad said you shoot better than anybody except maybe Sam sometimes, depending on the situation.”
Did she have to listen to everything he said that he didn’t intend for her to remember?
“We love you, Papa,” Charlie said.
At least she also remembered the things he did intend for her to hear.
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Yes...the next day get its own story, too. They won't shut up.
I Can‘t Tell You, But You Know
(c)2006 b stearns
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The phone rang.
Dean heard Charlie go running through to answer it and went back to filing another damn report, keeping one ear on the rise and fall of her voice in the background.
Dean listened and watched as she passed the doorway, chattering away with the cordless pressed to one ear, a bag of Doritos swinging and crinkling in her other hand.
“This one girl, Tori? I’m so sick of her, all she does is talk about how great she is. ‘Look at my shoooooes, I have six pairs, one in every color’. Like anybody cares.”
Girl talk. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t catch the x chromosome bug and do stuff like yammer on the phone and spend hours screwing with her hair, but, what could he do?
“...told her she was full of it, right? She was. So she said ‘full of what’ and I said ‘I can’t tell you but you know’, since there’s a whole list of words I can’t say at school or anywhere else but especially school. Most of them make sense, but some? Dad laughs, he says to quit saying ‘half-cocked’ like it’s a big deal, like it’s one of those jokes adults have?”
Who the hell was she talking to? Allie or Mary or Leigh? One of her friends from school? That one kid from the first floor of his apartment building that she did homework with? It wasn’t Sam, she didn’t get that chatty with Sam, she just cuddled the phone and giggled when he called. It wasn’t Sarah or Dani, not if she was using a phrase like ‘jokes adults have’.
“Nobody explains it but I’m just talking about the guns anyway. Cocking a gun’s not that funny, I can hit all the cans now, it took me like a week because I had to get used to the kick but now I nail every one on the first try. You should come watch me.”
Holy GOD.
“Charlie!” Dean hissed.
Charlie paused in her pacing to look at him, eyebrows raised.
“Who are you talking to!”
She held the phone away a little, looking at him as if he was too rude to live. “It’s Papa Winchester.”
Dean pressed a hand to his forehead, part relief and part horror. “Give me the phone.”
“I’m still talking to him!”
“You don’t talk to Papa like he’s a girl in your class,” Dean said, holding a hand out for the phone.
“Tell me why you laugh when I say ‘cocked’,” she said, holding the phone further away from her father. “He said to ask you.”
“Give me the phone or you can go to your room,” Dean growled.
“Cocking cocking cockity cock!” Charlie yelled, then squealed when Dean came straight for her with real purpose on his face. She dropped the phone on the table and ran for her room.
Dean picked up the phone and looked at it for a moment. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about...anything right then. He sighed and gave in. “Dad,” he said.
There was a moment of silence, then Dean realized it was just a pause for air. John was laughing so hard he couldn’t get his breath. Poor guy was wheezing.
“You gotta encourage her,” Dean said. “Don’t you. You had to get her started.”
John kept laughing. “That kid, she’s 150% Winchester.”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “I’d say you should take her for a weekend real soon, but I’m scared about what might happen to you.”
His father snorted. Dean tried to remember one damn time he’d ever heard his father snort with laughter, or laugh so hard. He must have, but it didn’t seem as important as this one time did.
“Well, she said I should come see her shoot,” John said. “She that good?”
“Yes sir,” Dean said. “She’s that good. You dropping by?”
“I haven’t seen the girls in a little while,” John said. “I haven’t seen any of you in a little while. Be good to check in. Should be there tomorrow.”
“We’ll be here,” Dean said with a grin. “You call Sam’s yet?”
“Yeah, and I didn’t get anything about guns or snotty brats named Tori,” John said. “I got a rundown on the lunar eclipse that’s coming up, and something about the dog eating a candle. I’m gonna call every day if it’s gonna be this kind of grab bag.”
“You caught us on a slow day,” Dean said. “Be good to see you, dad.”
“Same here, kiddo. Now put Charlie back on. She didn’t finish telling me about what happened with Tori.”
Dean purposely banged his own head on the kitchen doorway on his way through to Charlie’s room. He held the phone out without a word. Mouth full of Doritos, Charlie slid off her bed and took the phone with a look of chagrin on her face. She knew she’d pushed a little too far and she would show it in little ways and watch her mouth for maybe five minutes at a time. But for now she had things to say to her grandfather.
“Papa,” she said, “Are you coming to see me shoot?”
Dean took the Doritos.
Charlie grinned. “Good,” she said. “Dad said you shoot better than anybody except maybe Sam sometimes, depending on the situation.”
Did she have to listen to everything he said that he didn’t intend for her to remember?
“We love you, Papa,” Charlie said.
At least she also remembered the things he did intend for her to hear.
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Yes...the next day get its own story, too. They won't shut up.
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Date: 2006-11-14 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 08:24 am (UTC)I'm glad they just won't shut up!
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Date: 2006-11-14 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 08:42 am (UTC)Ok I dont have words I will have to leave it at Thank you
the next day..
Date: 2006-11-14 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 10:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 11:09 am (UTC)And I love the idea of John riling the girls up for grins!! And wanting to talk to Charli again to find out what happened to Tori.
John may have had a lot of failings as a dad, but I'm thinking he makes an excellent grandfather.
And I love that Charli has a crush on Sam. Teehee!
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Date: 2006-11-14 11:24 am (UTC)Thanks for writing and sharing. I enjoyed it. A lot :o)
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Date: 2006-11-14 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 12:45 pm (UTC)Also, with a little rearranging of pronouns...
“Tell me why you laugh when I say ‘cocked’,” he said, holding the phone further away from his mother. “[Uncle Mike] said to ask you.”
Practically a daily occurrence in my world. :D
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Date: 2006-11-14 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 01:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 02:28 pm (UTC)Oh, DEAN. Oh, PAPA. Oh, CHARLIE.
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Date: 2006-11-14 02:29 pm (UTC)Cute. :)
Favorite lines:
It wasn’t Sam, she didn’t get that chatty with Sam, she just cuddled the phone and giggled when he called.
Aww. :)
“Tell me why you laugh when I say ‘cocked’,” she said, holding the phone further away from her father. “He said to ask you.”
LOL!
“Dad said you shoot better than anybody except maybe Sam sometimes, depending on the situation.”
Did she have to listen to everything he said that he didn’t intend for her to remember?
*snickers* That’s what kids do. Remember all the stuff you don’t want them to. *snickers again*
“We love you, Papa,” Charlie said.
At least she also remembered the things he did intend for her to hear.
Aww. :) *pets Charlie* *hugs Dean*
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Date: 2006-11-14 02:44 pm (UTC)“We’ll be here,” Dean said with a grin. “You call Sam’s yet?”
“Yeah, and I didn’t get anything about guns or snotty brats named Tori,” John said. “I got a rundown on the lunar eclipse that’s coming up, and something about the dog eating a candle. I’m gonna call every day if it’s gonna be this kind of grab bag.”
“You caught us on a slow day,” Dean said. “Be good to see you, dad.”
“Same here, kiddo. Now put Charlie back on. She didn’t finish telling me about what happened with Tori.” ooooooh papa
*g* thank you for this, love
*gives you cake*
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Date: 2006-11-14 03:47 pm (UTC)We do love you, Papa, very very very much.
Bless you.
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Date: 2006-11-14 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 04:56 pm (UTC)I nearly died at that.
Can't wait for tomorrow's addition
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Date: 2006-11-14 04:57 pm (UTC)Yis, been there, with Monstrous talking on the phone and suddenly saying something and i'm all 'wtF!??* Heh.
*bounce*
Luff!
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Date: 2006-11-14 04:57 pm (UTC)I am SO happy you wrote this, so so happy, and the next day and the visit getting its own story, too! I'm incredibly happy, and grateful, because I love John and feel for all that has been taken away from him and the choices he had to make and the way he had to grow the boys up, and to have him interact with this wonderful, rich family you've created...it warms my heart :)
And, it;'s quite funny, too ;)
thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-14 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 06:04 pm (UTC)And of course John would do with his grandchildren what he never had the chance to do with his children - like any other good grandparent: spoil the kids because he's not the one who's gonna deal with the afternath.
Can't even begin to explain how much I loved this! Too much, really!
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-14 06:13 pm (UTC)Bwah-ha-hahahahaha!
*wipes away tear* Oh, dear lord, I love Charlie. I see the Parents' Curse has worked on Dean--"When you have kids, I hope they act just like you are now!"
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Date: 2006-11-14 06:30 pm (UTC)Oh such love. ♥
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Date: 2006-11-14 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-14 10:13 pm (UTC)This was wonderful and sweet and damm funny too. Dean's panicky-OMG-ness and Papa Dubya's wheezy-giggly-teasing-ness - just pure and utter love.
YAY for a chatty-Salvation 'verse!
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Date: 2006-11-15 12:11 am (UTC)lovethislovethislovethis
Date: 2006-11-15 12:56 am (UTC)You know what? I've been known to say this at least once a week... :)
Can't wait to read the next day!
Screw heaven, when I die I want to go to "SN Salvation AU"
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Date: 2006-11-15 01:50 am (UTC)“Cocking cocking cockity cock!” Charlie yelled, then squealed when Dean came straight for her with real purpose on his face. She dropped the phone on the table and ran for her room.
Oh man. That is just too good.
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Date: 2006-11-15 06:53 am (UTC)*grabs arm* (cause of the heart ache see?)
You write beautifully and I should get in trouble for not reviewing every time, but, Papa Winchester! Every time. He never fails toput a big dopey grin on my face. And I have a headache right now, so thats an accomplishment.
Are we ever going to get that scene with girls climbing all over Papa? Cause that would induce giggles galore...
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Date: 2006-11-15 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 08:28 am (UTC)I've read all of the Salvation AU, including Maygra's Scrapbook series. And I just absolutely adore it.
And the idea of Papa Winchester just /killing/ himself laughing over Charlie just amuses me to no end...Salvation 'verse and Heart 'verse are my happy places in fandom. liek whoa.
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Date: 2007-12-17 05:09 pm (UTC)