Found it! There's not a lot of it yet, but I shall have at it again now that I've been reminded. :)
Sitting sideways on the back seat of the Impala, small feet swinging, Dean helped his Dad put on a shirt; it was the smallest they had, but still much too large for this new version of John. The sleeves needed to be rolled up just to let his hands out. Dean figured his dad was now about five or six years old. Luckily his mind didn’t seem to have regressed, and for Dean, seeing those same determined brown eyes looking out from such a little round face was possibly the most disconcerting thing he’d ever seen.
“We’ll figure this out, Dad.” Dean ruffled John’s hair, before realising what he’d done and pulling his hand away.
“Uh huh.” John looked up at his nineteen years old, son. His little bare feet were beating a steady rhythm against the seat and he shot Dean a grin so mischievous that Dean thought he felt his heart skip a beat.
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Date: 2008-03-01 01:54 am (UTC)Sitting sideways on the back seat of the Impala, small feet swinging, Dean helped his Dad put on a shirt; it was the smallest they had, but still much too large for this new version of John. The sleeves needed to be rolled up just to let his hands out. Dean figured his dad was now about five or six years old. Luckily his mind didn’t seem to have regressed, and for Dean, seeing those same determined brown eyes looking out from such a little round face was possibly the most disconcerting thing he’d ever seen.
“We’ll figure this out, Dad.” Dean ruffled John’s hair, before realising what he’d done and pulling his hand away.
“Uh huh.” John looked up at his nineteen years old, son. His little bare feet were beating a steady rhythm against the seat and he shot Dean a grin so mischievous that Dean thought he felt his heart skip a beat.