John Winchester knew what was out there hiding in the dark. He knew that the safety he believed in in all his life before that fateful night was just an illusion. He knew that if he wanted his boys safe then he needed to teach them everything about the world. He learned the hard way by losing his beloved Mary, his beautiful wife died over their baby's crib. He would never forget that night because that was when he learned that his boys weren't safe and his wife got killed while trying to protect her 6 months old baby. Ever since he lost Mary, he was hunting the monster who dared to kill her.
In the five years that went by since that night he clung to the only thing that kept him sane, his boys. The two son Mary gave him and who he swore to protect till he's dead.
The kids grew so much since they began their new lifestyle where there's no place they call home for more than a couple of weeks. But you can't really call motel rooms, apartments or rented houses home. The boys however didn't care. All they cared about was each other and their father. They didn't like when he went on hunts even though the younger one had no idea what his father work is.
The small family was on the road right now. The black chevy impala ran smoothly on the empty roadway leaving the dusty little town, where the Winchesters stopped for lunch, behind. The family's patriarch sat behind the wheel watching the road as the car moved forward and occasionally looking in the rearview mirror to take a look at his sons in the back seat.
Dean Winchester was a 9 years old boy, who's, whole world resolved around his father and brother. Right now he sat on the backseat of the impala with his brother Sam. His baby brother was only 5 years old and taking a nap at the moment. The little boy's head was resting on the older brother's lap. Dean watched his brother while carding his fingers through the youngster's hair and holding one of the small hands in his own.
The interior of the impala was silent and calm as the family was on it's way for the next town they will live in for some time. The father of the two boy was glad it was summer because it meant that he didn't need to en role his children in the elementary school and kindergarten. Summers were John's favorite time of year because there was no school that gave him a headache with all the paperwork he needed to get done to en role or take his boys out of one and he has more time to spend with his children.
The Winchesters reached the rented house that, would be their home for the next couple of weeks, around 8 pm. John got out of the car shutting the door behind him. He walked up to the owner of the building, who stood at the entrance waiting for him. The owner was a fit woman in her early forties wearing a simple green shirt, dark blue jeans and sport shoes. Her short dark brown hair framed her round face, warm brown eyes and kind smile. The woman looked a little like a disorganized person, but John knew better than that. He talked with her only once over the phone, but he was able to confirm that she was a kind hearted, organized woman. When he reached her she welcomed him, introduced herself and shook hands with him. He gave her the contract she faxed him days ago look over and sign if he found it good and still wanted to rent the house. She made sure he signed it then gave him the keys after putting away the contract.
"Thanks." said the hunter turning away to go back to the car.
"Mr. Winchester!" called the owner making John look back at her. "I would like to introduce myself to your kids so they would know who I am and that I only come when it's needed."
The father thought about it for a minute then chose to let her. He didn't think that it would be a problem or cause one so he nodded his head. He went back to his car with the owner, opened the back seat door, took his baby in his arms and lifted him out of the car after his first born was assured that the woman won't hurt the youngster. The older boy got out of the car and stood next to his father watching the woman's every move like a hawk.
"Hello." smiled the woman. "My name is Lara Maron. I'm the owner of this house. I live down this street in the green two story high house. You will only see me when I come for the renting's money every thursday and if there's something I need to talk about the house with your father."
Dean was happy because he could tell that this woman was saying the truth. He could tell from his father's slightly relaxed shoulders, soft, but solid hold he had on his brother and from the barely noticeable rocking motions he made to keep the 5 year old from waking up and possibly rock him in a deep sleep.
"I'm Dean and that's my brother Sam."
"Nice to meet you." answered Lara before saying bye to the family and walking down the street towards her home.
John walked up to the house with his older son. Walking through the front door they found them self's on the edge of a living room. The walls of the room were light red giving the room a warm glow in the day's last rays of sunlight. There was a couch and two armchairs with a small glass coffee table standing in front of them and a television sitting in front of the table on a big nightstand a few feet away from it. On the other side of the room were a couple of bookshelves packed full of every kind of book. Most of the shelves had children books. Only the two highest shelves had books for teens and adults, but John didn't mind it, in fact he was overly happy because it meant that he can read many different stories for his baby boy.
The small family walked through the living room, up on the carpeted stairs and into a medium seized bedroom which had two single bed, two table with chairs for the kids to write their homework or draw on, two nightstand with small lamps on them. There was a switch right next to the doorframe which operated the lamp that hang from the ceiling. There were two dresser and a clothes closet with coat hangers across the room from the beds while the room's only window had the two table on each side of it. The window was big, looking over the landscape behind the house, and had thick, dark green curtains.
John looked around the room, his boys will have for the next months, then the one he will have which was across from the other approvingly. The bathroom was down the hall with a third bedroom across from it. He saw the kitchen and the washing room when they were walking up the stairs. He was happy that they had stopped to eat dinner before coming here because his children, but mostly his baby needed sleep. He walked into the boys, room and tucked Sammy in in the bed farther from the door after taking his shoes off. "Watch out for Sammy while I salt the doors and windows!" ordered the father his oldest before walking out to get everything they need.
The Winchester patriarch carried everything inside from the impala in three turns then began to salt the doors and windows. He went over the house methodically before making salt circles around their beds. He walked around the house to make sure he didn't left anything out. Once he made sure that nothing could come in he went back to his sons and laid them down to sleep in their separate beds, which means that he put Dean in his own bed and tucked him in because Sammy was already in a deep sleep. Once John was done with everything he walked into his room and got in his bed after he took off his shoes. He fell into sleep easily and let his body get the rest it needed so much.