Sorry, not adding anything useful except that I keep coming back to re-read this fic and squee.
I think in part my craving for John as the father-in-law from Hell (literally, hah!) may have been kick-started after reading trinityofone's Christmas fic Good Things Do Happen, where John is present but there was very little interaction between him and Castiel.
I just. Um.
Following the tone of your rom'com:
Normally, John would declare upfront that it’s all going to end in tears, but he’s certainly not going to be the one doing the crying and the angel doesn’t look like he has functioning tears ducts, so that leaves the manly weeping up to Dean, and John’ll be damned thrice over before he’ll even mentally acknowledge the possibility of such a thing happening.
John doesn’t even pretend not to glower when Dean enters the diner, hand tight around Castiel’s forearm like it’s his job to drag the angel everywhere. Castiel sees them first, and starts to move towards their table until Dean stops him, smile on his face fading a little when he sees the look on John’s face.
Then Dean shrugs and pulls Castiel to another table.
“Ugh,” Sam mutters.
John looks across the table at his other son, who looks even more unhappy about the whole thing. Sam slowly meets his gaze, and for the first time in a long time, they exchange a look of mutual understanding.
John raises his coffee cup, and Sam clinks his own against it.
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I think in part my craving for John as the father-in-law from Hell (literally, hah!) may have been kick-started after reading
I just. Um.
Following the tone of your rom'com:
Normally, John would declare upfront that it’s all going to end in tears, but he’s certainly not going to be the one doing the crying and the angel doesn’t look like he has functioning tears ducts, so that leaves the manly weeping up to Dean, and John’ll be damned thrice over before he’ll even mentally acknowledge the possibility of such a thing happening.
John doesn’t even pretend not to glower when Dean enters the diner, hand tight around Castiel’s forearm like it’s his job to drag the angel everywhere. Castiel sees them first, and starts to move towards their table until Dean stops him, smile on his face fading a little when he sees the look on John’s face.
Then Dean shrugs and pulls Castiel to another table.
“Ugh,” Sam mutters.
John looks across the table at his other son, who looks even more unhappy about the whole thing. Sam slowly meets his gaze, and for the first time in a long time, they exchange a look of mutual understanding.
John raises his coffee cup, and Sam clinks his own against it.