John's Secret
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"Before he died" Dean leans in and Sam recoils, wondering what is coming next "Dad told me something – something about you"
"Dean" Sam's heart is pounding and he realises that he can't take it – he can't take much more of this "What did he tell you?"
First it was the nightmares, night after night of Jess dying on the ceiling, until the fateful night that it all came true and it really happened. Sam had lost the love of his life and all because he ignored the signs, ignored the signs so that he could have normal.
Then it was the visions; painful, disjointed, so real. He saw their old house in Lawrence and dragged Dean back there, knowing it caused him pain, but knowing that he had too. He saw the Miller's dying one by one and he didn't understand it, didn't understand what was happening, didn't know why he was connected to this white, middle class family that was so far removed from his own rapidly depleted one.
He saw the Doctor shoot himself and some poor woman set herself on fire, he saw Andy's girlfriend jump and fall, he saw Dean about to shoot an innocent man. All around him, whether asleep or awake, he saw death and he knew that he was a freak; a tool for the demon in the war between all that was good and all that was evil.
Now, standing here in front of his brother, looking at Dean's tired and worn face, hearing his voice slow and hesitant, he knew that he was finally going to hear the truth. "Dean – what did he tell you?" he repeated, his mouth dry and his eyes wet
"He told me to look out for you Sammy" Dean was smiling now, his hands in his pockets "He told me that you were just the conduit; the torch that lights the way" the smile became something else, something different and Sam felt a cold hand drag across his spine "The demon has plans for you Sammy and all the children like you – the children who will fight on the side of good – the children who will fight against his true sons" Dean put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his gun, his eyes flickering yellow in the fading sunlight "Children like me".
Fin
