Writing prompt answers

We Don't Raise Quitters

Hey! Random little SPN thing for the fans out there. Disclaimer: If you haven't watched all of seasons 1-5 of Supernatural, I suggest you do that before reading, there are spoilers. Not really from a prompt, but inspired by a tumblr post I cannot find no matter how hard I look. Hope you enjoy, for those part of Team Free Will out there.

One of my grandsons came running up to my rocking chair, and I lowered my cigar so they wouldn't breathe in the smoke.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Guess what I learned from my dad yesterday!" I set the cigar down on the table and leaned forward, looking into the blue eyes they got from my son.
"What did you learn, Daniel? Tell me." He was jumping up and down with excitement, making me wish I ha the energy five year olds did.
"He told me you served in the shipping war!" I gave a dry laugh and sat back, the chair rocking with me. In chairs and benches, probably twenty feet away, some of my family members turned their heads to listen. Looking down at my grandson, I brought the cigar back to my moth and gave it a long drag,
"Lord, no one's brought that up in years," I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, even if it made me feel guilty. During the time of, I wouldn't have thought of smiling, would've grimaced even, but it's only fond, tragic memories now. "But, yes, Daniel, I did fight in the shipping war. Man, was that an age...". He looked up at me, like I was a hero, or someone that deserved a trophy. I'll have to show him my badge later.
"Where did you serve, grandpa? Daddy wouldn't tell me." I looked across the backyard at my son, who was looking at his wife like she was the world. Typical Andy. Keep the details for me to tell 'em. I didn't mind, though. Gave me some fun. I leaned back again, starting to settle into a rhythm of back-forth-back-forth, as I took the cigar out of my mouth again,
"I served on the Supernatural front, Danie." He gasped, just as I expected him to, and some of my friends and relatives did too.
"I learned about the war in school last week. Wasn't that the hardest one?" Understatement of the year. Taking another long drag from my cigar before answering, and trying not to scare the kid, I answered calmly,
"It sure was. Back then, there wasn't anything like being at the Supernatural front lines." I paused, and saw the other kids and usually preoccupied teens listening in. I motioned them over, "how about I tell you all a story, firsthand as I remember it?"They all nodded eagerly, especially Daniel, and I let my mind travel back to the smells, the settings, and the noble shippers who fought with me. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

"It was the summer of 2009, when Gabriel had just died. Things were wild. I remember, when the news got about, people were running back to their tents and cleaning their guns, sharpening their blades and raiding all the salt they could find. Now, you might hear the stories of the Twilight, battles, and you might even get a few good ones out of The Maze Runner veterans, but believe me when I say, there was nothing like fighting for Supernatural.

"Every day, it was guns-a-blazing, and every night you could hear the faint whispers of the almost forgotten ship names of the past. Sure, we had our battles within, especially as the war beat down on us, but we always went back to our roots. We always had someone reminding us what we stood for, reminding us that even if Destiel never became canon or they never saved Adam, we could still fight for it. We had to. Let me tell you this, the Supernatural fandom don't raise Goddamn quitters, and even now, I swear on apple pie I'd go out there and fight for our cause. Because we knew we had a responsibility, and we knew we weren't giving up till we had less than nothing left. And I'll have you know, it paid off. And now the Supernatural veterans of the world can relax, along with those from the front lines of Merlin, Sherlock, and DoctorWho." I paused for a moment, still stuck in flashbacks, before finishing. "But, there isn't anything better- or worse, than fighting for Supernatural. I'm just glad I lived to tell the tale."

There was quite an audience surrounding me as I finished, leaning back again to recollect my rocking rhythm. Some applauded, while others gave me a nod of head and a right-hand salute, walking off with hopefully a new respect. As the day wore on, I went through it more and more, and realized that I would go out, even now, and fight. As I got up from my chair to turn in for the night, I thought, we get a lot of shit for a lot of reasons, but nobody can argue on one thing. The Supernatural fandom doesn't raise fucking quitters.