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jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494. Related to things that haven’t quite happened yet.]
Dean Winchester was a pacer. He had so much nervous energy at the moment that he was practically shaking with it as he watched from the observation room above the OR. House knew this was a normal paternal response to a very difficult situation. Usually they didn’t allow parents to sit in the observation area for things this serious for good reason—although, Dean seemed to be handling it rather well—but House was making an exception here. Alec was a special case, and they needed to have Dean close by in case he started panicking. A panicky genetically enhanced kid with his chest wide open wasn’t a good scenario, by any means. But that didn’t make the waiting any easier, and it led to Dean pacing slightly, not far enough where he would have to take his eyes from the doctors working below him, but enough so that he was at least doing something.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said after a minute, coming to a frustrated rest next to the window. “I’m not close enough—if he panics—”
“There’s a loud speaker next to the monitors,” House replied. He was sitting on the seats towards the back end of the room, half of his attention on the screens that were showing the surgery as they went—the injuries had been worse than House had thought, and he was amazed that Alec had been standing for as long as he had, even with the adrenaline, and his extra bonus features. “Hit the button, and he’ll be able to hear your voice. This isn’t like the surgery on his hands—there’s a lot more risk on this one.”
Dean seemed to take that for a moment, and House watched as he turned his eyes back to the window, Jinx coming to rest next to him and leaning into the man’s legs. Not hard—a dog of that weight would probably topple Dean with the force—but enough to let him know that he was there, and that Dean had some support. He didn’t move, just watched and waited, probably silently hoping that Chase had actually listened to what House had said about anesthesia, and that Alec wouldn’t have a violent awakening in the middle of the surgery. But that wasn’t the problem. Dean’s obvious paternal instincts were not the matter up for debate at this moment in time.
It was the fact that he was actually here.
( *** )
1739 words
wayward_au. Dean = jstliketherifle, Alec = smart_alec494. Related to things that haven’t quite happened yet.]Dean Winchester was a pacer. He had so much nervous energy at the moment that he was practically shaking with it as he watched from the observation room above the OR. House knew this was a normal paternal response to a very difficult situation. Usually they didn’t allow parents to sit in the observation area for things this serious for good reason—although, Dean seemed to be handling it rather well—but House was making an exception here. Alec was a special case, and they needed to have Dean close by in case he started panicking. A panicky genetically enhanced kid with his chest wide open wasn’t a good scenario, by any means. But that didn’t make the waiting any easier, and it led to Dean pacing slightly, not far enough where he would have to take his eyes from the doctors working below him, but enough so that he was at least doing something.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said after a minute, coming to a frustrated rest next to the window. “I’m not close enough—if he panics—”
“There’s a loud speaker next to the monitors,” House replied. He was sitting on the seats towards the back end of the room, half of his attention on the screens that were showing the surgery as they went—the injuries had been worse than House had thought, and he was amazed that Alec had been standing for as long as he had, even with the adrenaline, and his extra bonus features. “Hit the button, and he’ll be able to hear your voice. This isn’t like the surgery on his hands—there’s a lot more risk on this one.”
Dean seemed to take that for a moment, and House watched as he turned his eyes back to the window, Jinx coming to rest next to him and leaning into the man’s legs. Not hard—a dog of that weight would probably topple Dean with the force—but enough to let him know that he was there, and that Dean had some support. He didn’t move, just watched and waited, probably silently hoping that Chase had actually listened to what House had said about anesthesia, and that Alec wouldn’t have a violent awakening in the middle of the surgery. But that wasn’t the problem. Dean’s obvious paternal instincts were not the matter up for debate at this moment in time.
It was the fact that he was actually here.
( *** )
1739 words
