Story type: Multichapter
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Characters: Sam, John
Summary:The dial tone was mocking him. It rang and rang. Every tone a kick in the jewels. Every stupid sound provoking him. What are you gonna say? Why do you think he's going to talk to you at all? What if he hangs up? – After a hunt gone terribly wrong, John has to call Sam at Stanford.
Author's notes: This, my excited friends, is an experiment. It started with my best friend Kate (better known an MeAzrael - applause, please!) and me having a coffee break and thinking about writing a story with John. Me, I'm a John-fan, you have to know. I don't see him as this bad, heartless man, incapable to love his children yadda yadda...so, Kate and me, we were juggling a few ideas and I asked her if it might be possible to write a story solely based on phone calls. And after a few 'I don't know's'...'Are you sure's'...'That's pretty tough's'... and 'Might not work's'... – I tried it.
And now you have to read the result. Congratulations!
Thanks MeAzrael for supporting me and my weirdo idea and keeping an eye on my spelling and my logic and all those thing that might go wrong. You rock!
I remind you that neither my Beta nor me are english natives – if you find some funny mistakes feel free to let me know – I'd really appreciate it! I also appreciate to hear your opinions – if you think my story sucks, let me know (maybe a few words why it sucks), if you have a few nice words for me: they're always welcome!
And here's the disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters belong to Eric Kripke and the CW – no money's made with this work.
One more thing: I'm going to post this one daily! It's finished and there'll be one new chapter each day – sometimes it'll be a long chapter, sometimes it'll be short.
Funny that those had become a significant part of his life. He had listened to them a countless times while preparing himself for a role. Agent Plant, doctor Burdon, detective McNally. He could relate dial tones with so many emotions and feelings. On rare occasions it had been fear or anxiety. It had been mostly foreboding, curiosity or eagerness.
But this time it was different.
This time he wasn't an agent, not a doctor, no detective.
This time he was John. And he was going to fill that particular role which had always been the hardest for him. The one he always seemed to screw up.
He tried to be a father.
The dial tone was mocking him. It rang and rang. Every tone a kick in the jewels. Every stupid sound provoking him.
What are you gonna say?
Why do you think he's going to talk to you at all?
What if he hangs up?
No, fear and anxiety had been rare emotions in the past when it came to phone calls. But rare didn't mean non-existing.
And right now John needed everything to keep himself from hanging up.
To be continued...