Prologue
John Winchester was nothing but a cautious man.
Since his wife died in a house-fire, he had become weary of everything and pretty much everyone. He was sure their home couldn't have just caught fire on its own and Mary was too thoroughly for accidents to happen, no matter what the police tried to tell him.
Some people would disagree and say he was just a dick, since he started to shut people out, was rude at his best and never stayed long enough in one place to proof people different.
His youngest son, John sometimes thought ruefully, hated him for the constant moving. But at times like that, he always convinced himself that it was for the best of all of them. John Winchester just couldn't and wouldn't risk getting too attached to a place and its people again. He wanted to spare himself and his boys the pain of loosing a beloved person again.
His younger son, Sam, was barely six months old when the 'accident' happened, so he couldn't really remember his mother. His older son, Dean, on the other hand was still dealing hard with the death of his mother. So, yeah, John did this for Dean's sake as well. And Sam would soon enough come to appreciate his point.
If anyone would have told John Winchester that he had a soft spot for anything but his kids, he would have snorted, given a rude reply, maybe even flipped them off and stalked away. But apparently he did have a soft spot for something other than his baby boy. The emphasis laid on the something.
Otherwise he wouldn't find himself standing in the pouring November rain, armful of small, winged boy drenching his jacket and slowly but surely his shirt as well, making his arms and chest uncomfortably sticky and wet. He sighed.
What had he gotten himself into, this time?
But there was just no way he could have walked past the shivering lump of wings. At first he thought it was a giant, wild bird or something like that, but when he carefully shuffled closer he spied something like the body of a human child under the quivering black feathers and his heart clenched tightly at the sight. The image of an abandoned Sam or Dean in the icy November rain with no-one to care around, flashed to his mind and before he knew what he did, the boy was scooped up into John's arms and carried to his car.
Yeah, so much about John Winchester being a cautious man.
Sorry that this is so short. But it's just the intro. The actual chapters are going to be longer, if there are going to be actual chapters.
So, thanks a lot for reading and sorry for any typos, gramatical mistakes and the crappy title.