Hey- my first time ever- please lemme know what you think - I need feedback! This is Johns POV when he meets a certain sandy-haired baby for the first time...
First Impressions
by: ThePasserby
John Winchester heard before he saw.
His ears registered the sound of an infants's cry: a frail mewling that was both peircing and punctuated by almost inaudible gasps.
His son.
The crowded hospital room seemed to cease all motion for a second. John let his eyes find the face of his wife. Exhausted and perspiring, she had never looked more beautiful.
He saw how her eyes lit up; eyes that had been filled with the pain of labor mere moments before were now filled with amazement and something akin to disbelief. The tears were already forming, and John knew his own face probably mirrored the expression Mary was exhibiting. They were both taking in the surreal feeling of the realization that had just come upon them:
they were parents.
John turned his head, still holding Mary's hand, and laid his eyes for the first time on his firstborn son. The doctor was already bringing the wailing newborn over to his father, and John felt a wave of tangled emotions overtake him as he realized that this was when he was supposed to take his child into his arms for the first time. Wait, I don't...I might...What do I...?! The panic, the fear, the longing, the excitement, the total and utter elation - it all flooded his mind and heart, but as he felt the soft, warm weight being placed into his outstretched arms, he forgot about it all. Something entirely new was filling his senses now, and he found himself looking down into the eyes of the living, breathing, swaddled baby in his suddenly large and awkward embrace. His own eyes watered and his mouth formed a joyous smile as he took in that beautiful face. Green eyes, he thought, two perfect, jade irises. He noticed the small amount of sandy-colored hair that stuck out from the squirming little baby's head, and the way that the newborn boy's hand seemed to be the perfect size to wrap around his father's little finger.
He turned to Mary, and he recognized the look on her face - it was the same expression he knew he was wearing, tears and all. He moved closer to his wife allowing her to meet the gaze of her baby boy; a gaze that was so very young, yet somehow promised such a long life. A pair of eyes that were innocent, but that seemed to hint at an enormous capacity waiting to be filled with wisdom. Two hands that were so small, yet held the suggestion that they would one say be strong and powerful, ready to meet the world.
Mary only said one word.
"Dean."
John looked at his newborn child again. Dean. He was holding his child for the first time. He was seeing his baby for the first time. He was meeting Dean for the first time.
And what a first impression it was.