Close your eyes and think of summer

>> Close your eyes and think of summer

TITLE: Close your eyes and think of summer

AUTHOR: ultraviolet9a 
SPOILER: none really.

GENRE: Het. Partly though. There is a whole story behind it and het is just one aspect.

CHARACTERS: John/Mary, John/OC, Bobby, mentions of Sam and Dean and Pastor Jim.
RATING: PG13

FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.

SUMMARY: John in a graveyard. Past and present and stuff I can’t say cuz it’d screw up plot.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned the Winchesters, I wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway. (You know I’m lying to comfort myself, right?)

NOTE: for spn_het_love 's "Beginnings" challenge. You'll have more understanding of certain details if you read Snow’s just frozen water (doesn't matter if it's before or after), but it’s not a prerequisite.

It was difficult doing this alone; gave a man too much time to think about things when all he wanted to do was forget.

 

The shovel hit the ground in a steady quick rhythm, the handle smoothed out by his own palm, the familiar weight in his hand not a burden but an extension of him.

 

He hated hours like these, too late to call them night, too early to call them day. Stars still hanging overhead, small whiffs of breeze surprising him, cooling the sweat clinging on his skin and him thinking, thinking, brain unravelling as his body moved to its own silent pace.

 

Shovel, pant, shovel, grunt, shovel, hum.

 

It was still summer, but the early rains had already started and the ground under him was like a woman in love, soft and yielding.

 

He kept on. If the boys were there, Dean would have insisted he take the shovel and dig, and he would have too, holding it the way his father did, one foot pressing the blade in the ground, the other heel keeping balance. Same kind of grunts and sighs from a son just starting puberty, muscles already swelling on a tight, solid frame.

 

( Think of summer )