You might be surprised to know that I adore John. I think he's an amazing character, and the fact that his boys are brave, smart, and loyal is a testament to his fathering skills. Yet, at the same time, not all of the boys' memories of growing up are good ones. Sam especially, has darker memories than Dean does, or that Dean is willing to admit to.
The idea for this story came out of some dialog in Bugs, where Dean says that Dad wasn't that bad, and Sam remarks, with some heat, "You don't remember, do you." It's not a question, and that remark, along with the whole, "because I wanted to play soccer instead of learn bow hunting," discussion, gave me the idea that regardless of what the truth was, people retain their own view on the past - it's hard to convince them that things happen other than the way they remember them. (I'm as guilty as anyone of this.)
It's interesting for me to think of how Dean's memory of this very same event would be quite different than Sam's.
And I, like you, sometimes want to mash John into bits, and then cuddle the boys FOREVER, until their lives feel sweet again.
Thank you for your lovely comment, it got me thinking. : D
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The idea for this story came out of some dialog in Bugs, where Dean says that Dad wasn't that bad, and Sam remarks, with some heat, "You don't remember, do you." It's not a question, and that remark, along with the whole, "because I wanted to play soccer instead of learn bow hunting," discussion, gave me the idea that regardless of what the truth was, people retain their own view on the past - it's hard to convince them that things happen other than the way they remember them. (I'm as guilty as anyone of this.)
It's interesting for me to think of how Dean's memory of this very same event would be quite different than Sam's.
And I, like you, sometimes want to mash John into bits, and then cuddle the boys FOREVER, until their lives feel sweet again.
Thank you for your lovely comment, it got me thinking. : D