Wait a minute mister, I didn't even kiss her

[failedparenting]

Who: John and Jesse. Sam can come too.
When: Night of March 28
Where: Merlotte's
Summary: John is going through manopause. Jesse isn't the brightest crayon in the box
Warning: Facepunching, Winchesters.


[John's started to notice that his life falls apart in waves. It's something about this place, has to be, because this is the third or fourth time everything's gone to shit at once. The past week alone's been hell. Bobby up and disappeared, Dean started asking about Sam, and, oh yeah, the looming 53rd birthday and the fact that he should really be 58.

58. Christ. His dad was only 60 when he died.

And, of course, Mary again. Problems with Mary were a constant nowadays, but it's been worse this week. By all rights, she should be mad at him, but why the hell won't she let him make it up to her?

He stares down at his Jack, stilling it idly. He doesn't usually do Merlotte's (well, he never does Merlotte's) but tonight he's making an exception. It's a decent distraction from his normal haunts, the dark and dirty ones that would make even Ellen shake her head. Here, he doesn't feel like such a fuck-up, even though he still doesn't fit.

John moves to drain the rest of the glass, but it's all over his shirt before he can even get it to his lips. Some asshole slammed into him, spilling his drink and nearly knocking him on his ass. He turns, pissed but not furious, to face whatever drunk jackass did it.

Son of a bitch. This fucking kid.]

Comments

[hostage]

[Jesse stops kicking once John's off of him, and he especially gets still once Sam's got him by the collar. Doesn't stop him from growling, though.]

Yo, he dragged me out here, okay? I wasn't starting no fights on the job!

[failedparenting]

[He straightens up as well as he can, all calm and rational. This is his fault, he can admit it, but he's not going to look like some idiot itching for a fight.]

There wouldn't've been a fight if you hadn't run your mouth about my wife, kid.

[See how rational and cooperative he's being Sam?]

[shifting]

[to John now] I don't care what he said. When you've got a problem with one of my people, you come to me about it. I'll handle it. That's what I'm here for.

Jesse, you get back inside and set up for the next band. [letting go of him, keeping eye contact with John]

I'm gonna cover your tab tonight, John. And I'll call a cab for you if you need one. But I think you ought to head home tonight.

[hostage]

[Jesse, wisely, doesn't say a word as he heads to the door. But his jerks his chin up and sends one last glare back to John.]

[failedparenting]

[He gives Jesse a warning "Remember what I said" sort of look, before turning back to Sam to explain.]

Look man, it's not something that happened here, and it's not something that's any of your business. You got me?

[While he speaks, he pulls out his wallet and grabs a few bills.]

Here, this should cover everything. The damage to your "employee", not my drink. I barely got a mouthful before he spilled it on me.

[shifting]

[Sam's jaw sets. He doesn't take the money.] What I "got" is you went outta your way to beat up a kid half your age. Over what - that's your business. But I'd better not see him comin' back here again with more bruises from you.

I'll set him straight if he was a dumbass tonight. And I'm sorry if he was. But I mean what I said; the people who work for me are my people.

[failedparenting]

You don't say than kind of shit about another man's wife, Sam. You probably would've decked him too.

[He's still stubbornly holding the cash out.]

[shifting]

Maybe. But it ain't the right thing to do.

...Keep your money, John. [he's turning back to go in.]

[failedparenting]

No, it was the right thing to do. Just not the smart thing.

[He stands stock still, holding out the few bills.]

Just take the fucking money.

[shifting]

Try to have a safe night, John. [and he goes inside.]

[failedparenting]

[Okay well fuck you too, man.

He throws the money on the ground before turning to leave. Yep, never going back here.

The music's shit, anyway.]