Catch-22
SPN Drabble Challenge, word: close.
Summary: As a former Marine John Winchester knew a thing or two about solving a dilemma. But this one was beyond his control.
Pre-Series, 200 words.
Ever since…
He took a deep breath and tried to swallow down the red-hot pain with another slug of amber liquid.
He glanced at the small bodies on the bed farther from the door, huddled together as if looking for warmth and solace in each other, and it nearly broke what was left of his heart.
Ever since that night, when his concept of reality had been burned to ashes on the ceiling of the nursery, something had shifted. And everything that he'd learned later, first from Missoury Moseley, then from every hunter he'd ever met, only cemented his conviction.
You could either hide or fight.
And in the everlasting battle against those goddamned creatures love was your worst weakness. A freshly tarred highway to Hell.
You could have fellow soldiers. Comrades in arms.
But to let someone, anyone come close to your heart, close to that kind of life?
Give those SOBs a target, let your loved ones become pawns in a game?
It just wasn't an option for any hunter in his right mind.
"And if that's not the worlds nastiest catch-22", he thought, chuckling mirthlessly, listening to the soft breathing of the two beings closest to him.