John looked around. The last thing he remembered was handing the Colt over to Yellow Eyes. Well, he had a vague memory of some chest pain and Sam yelling over him, but that was it. He knew he had died, but then, here he was in the woods somewhere. He looked around and started walking towards the traffic sounds. At least he wasn't deep in the woods.
SSS
John flagged down a car.
"Where you headed?"
Good question, John thought. "Sioux Falls," he decided. Since Pastor Jim was dead, Bobby was really the only hunter he knew with a steady address. Well, there was always the Roadhouse, but Ellen had never met the boys and he had gotten her husband killed. Bobby was mad at him, too, but seemed the more logical choice.
"I'm not going anywhere near that far, but I'll take you as far as I'm going."
"Thanks," John said, climbing into the front seat. "We're in Missouri, now, right?"
"That's right."
They rode the rest of the way in silence with John trying to figue out why he was back. He hoped that Dean hadn't figured out what he had done and sold his soul to make amends. That sounded like something Dean would do.
SSS
Three days and John wasn't sure how many drivers later he was dropped off in front of a diner in Sioux Falls. The last driver gave him some money to get something to eat. He was starving. After seeing a newspaper, he realized that he hadn't eaten in 10 years and the last two days had provided him no opportunity. As he walked in the door he saw a woman about her age and two girls, one blonde, one brunette, in their late teens. He started to walk by them when he overheard a bit of their conversation.
"But, I want to hunt," she said.
"Shh," the older woman said. "Claire, keep your voice down."
John perked up. Somehow he didn't think they were talking about deer.
"Why would anyone want to be a hunter?" The brunette teen asked. "All I want is a normal life."
John felt like he was getting deja vu. It was Sam and Dean all over again. He got up and walked over to the table.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear," he said.
"Um," the woman started.
John looked around and lowered his voice. "It's OK, I know what kind of hunting you're talking about. I raised my kids in it, and if I had to do it all again..." He stopped.
"What?" Claire asked.
"I was going to say, I wouldn't have ever become a hunter. But then what would have happened to the people I saved. And the others those monsters would have killed. I don't know."
"I'm Jodie Mills," the woman said, sticking out her hand. "I'm a very part-time hunter and the full-time sherriff."
"John Winchester," John said, returning her handshake. "Do you know if Bobby Singer is around?"
Jodie had so many thoughts going through her head she couldn't process them all. "Winchester? Are you related to Sam and Dean?"
"They're my sons."
"I thought their dad was dead," Claire said, suspsiciously.
"What's dead doesn't always stay dead," John replied. "Anyway, I'm trying to track them down and I figured Bobby might know where they were."
"He probably would, except he died a few years back," Jodie said trying not to tear up.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Bobby was a good man."
"yes, he was," Jodie agreed, pulling out her cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" John asked, wondering if he should have ever come over here.
"Dean," Jodie answered.
SSS
Dean and Mary were in the bunker. Dean had just gotten off the phone with Cas. He was trying to get a fix on where Sam might be. His phone rang. He didn't think it couldn't be Cas again so quickly. Even so, he was disappointed when he looked at the display and knew this had nothing to do with Sammy.
"Hey, Jodie. What's up?" If she wanted help with a hunt she was on her own, but if she just had a quick question, he was just waiting on Cas at this point.
"There's someone here who says he's your father," Jodie said.
Dean looked at Mary. She could only hear his end of the conversation, but not certain of what was going on, he got up and walked away from her and into the kitchen. "Put him on," he said. He supposed it was possible. His mother was back, after all. Perhaps Amara was giving him his whole family.
"Dean," he heard in his father's voice. The one he hadn't heard for 10 years. OK, 9 if you count the crocatta.
"Dad, is that really you?" he asked.
"It's me," John answered.
"Put Jodie back on," Dean said.
"Dean," Jodie said when the phone had been switched over.
"Did you test him?"
"Test him?" Jodie asked, wondering what she was supposed to ask.
"Yeah, silver, salt, holy water," Dean clarified.
"Well, I'm fresh out of holy water," Jodie said as she watched John pick up Claire's fork and dumped the salt shaker over his hand, "but we appear to be clear with salt and silver."
"Great," Dean said, realizing that holy water, was probably the biggie. But, he didn't have time to worry about that now.
"Dean, where are you?" John asked.
"Lebanon, Kansas," Dean answered. "You should get down here, ASAP."
"Is Sam there?" John asked.
Dean paused. "He's been kidnapped. I've got a friend working on tracking down his location."
"I'll be there as soon as I can," John said hanging up.
"What is it?" Jodie asked, noticing a change in John's expression.
"Sam's been kidnapped. Dean's in Lebanon, Kansas. I have to get down there."
"I'll take you," Jodie decided. "Girls go home."
"But, I can help," Claire said.
"Not now, Claire," Jodie said, grabbing her keys and throwing some money down on the table.