Nowhere Man
There was a challenge over at the SPNVille forum to write a Father's Day drabble. This was my entry for 2009. Can't work out why I didn't post it here earlier.
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You're everywhere I look: nowhere to be found. I was dyin', you didn't even return Sam's call. But you were always there.
You're like… a scratch in my baby's paintwork. I'll never get the damn thing out.
Wouldn't want to.
The older I get, the more I get like you. Bobby says that's a bad thing. Don't everyone turn into their authority figure sooner or later?
This whisky's for you. And the you that I'll be before long.
Happy friggin' Father's Day. First one without an argument. Death will do that to you.
P.S. Miss you, you obsessive bastard.
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Short and not so sweet. I'd been at the vodka. And purr wee Reflecting!Dean gets me every time.
