#daddean feels

clairenatural:

Claire finds John’s old leather coat–because it’s always been John’s, even after 20+ years–in the trunk of the impala while snooping trying to find some holy water. She puts it on and it doesn’t fit; it’s too big in the shoulders, the cuffs brush the backs of her hands, but that’s kind of cool these days. Dean won’t mind, anyway–it’s not the first thing to migrate from his closet to hers over the years.

Dean notices in about thirty seconds and, it turns out, clearly doesmind. “What?” she says, in response to his furrowed brow, and shrugs. “I got cold. Got your water, by the way.” She tosses the vial, and Dean fumbles to catch it.

What he wantsto say is absolutely not and don’t touch that. He wants to say that’s not yours. He wants to say that’s too big on you.

That’s what John had said, the first time Dean grabbed the coat off the hook on his way to school, equal parts rebellion and wanting to seem cool in front of his old man. It’s too big in the shoulders. And then, even worse, maybe you’ll grow into it. He’d tried for damn near 15 years before giving up on that, taking it off, and never looking back.

So he looks at Claire, and the jacket is even bigger on her but she’s older, now, than he was when he started wearing it, and he thinks maybe. Maybe she can wear it better.

He nods. “Looks good, kid.” Crosses the room and pats her on the shoulder. “Take good care of it, alright?” Claire nods. She smiles.

The next time he sees it she’s covered it in pins, jammed a pride pin straight through the leather collar. It’s so far outside John’s definition of take good care of it that all he can do it laugh. He adds ‘more pins for Claire’ to his gift list.