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Death of the Father
John Winchester lay dead in the arms of his oldest son with Sam kneeling beside them. His blood soaked them all and pooled on the ground around them. He had died doing what he had always done. Protecting his sons.
The attack came out of nowhere and it happened so fast none of them had time to think about what was happening. A lifetime of training took over as John reacted instantly. Shoving his son's out of harms way he took the full force of the attack on himself.
His children recovered quickly destroying the creature that had attacked them. But it was too late, the damage was done. John lay on the ground his breaths coming in watery gasps. Blood poured from the open wound in his chest where the creature had struck sinking its clawed hand fist deep into his rib cage seeking his heart.
Dean had reached him first using his bare hands to try and stop the flow of his father's blood. Sam knelt beside his father, his eyes wide as he watched the blood pulse between his brothers' fingers and tried to help his brother.
John knew. He could feel the life slowly draining from him. He wasn't afraid, but he wished he had more time. There were so many things he hadn't said to his sons and now he knew it was too late. He looked at them. Both had tears streaming unchecked down their faces as they worked to stem the flow of his blood. "Dean, Sam," he said in a near whisper. "I love you." Each of them replied with the same and John knew that despite all the mistakes he had made his boys still loved him.
His vision was beginning to fade and he knew the end was upon him. That's when he saw her. She was smiling at him as she held out her hand for him. He smiled and weakly raised his hand to take hers. "Mary," he whispered as his last breath left him.
He never heard the anguished cries of his sons as they realized their father was gone.
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