bTitle: /b Heroes
bAuthor: /b nileflood
bRating: /b PG-13
bGenre and/or Pairing: /b N/A
bWarnings: /b Cursing
bWord Count: /b between 100 - 500
bSummary: /b Dabble based on the theme "heroes"
Dean's childhood hero was John McClane. People who knew him assumed it was his father, but that wasn't true. His father was real. Dean had seen his father cry and he had seen his father fail and he'd seen him at his lowest points. It didn't mean he didn't love his father, because his dad was the best dad Dean Winchester could ever want.
But John McClane was his hero. He saved the day, he was a cop that hated cops, and he was the guy that did what he had to do with explosions and gun-fights, saving people and getting filthy. He was nine when he watched it; sneaking into the cinema in the dark when their father was on a hunt, stuffing Sammy full of popcorn to stop him snivelling or yelping in surprise and getting them kicked out. And then, at home, they'd played it. He was John McClane and Sam was Hans Gruber. It kept them going all summer, and was only stopped when their dad got back early one day to find Dean stood on the kitchen table, Sam dangling from the edge and sobbing as Dean shoved him off. Even if he was sent to bed early, John McClane was still his hero.
On his first hunt, the body salted and burning merrily, Dean had wiped blood from his jaw onto his sleeve and said "Yippee kai yay, motherfucker".