Finding Your Future
Hey guys it's my new story! I'm really excited about his one, and please don't be too confused by this pov. My actual main character's pov will start in the next chapter. It is a girl! So don't leave me yet! Btw I won't be following the actual plot line, I will be using the basic idea of the show but I'm not getting into the Apocalypse stuff. Other than that nothing has changed, just letting you know so I don't get a whole bunch of people telling me that I'm wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural
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Prologue: And away we go
John rolled his eyes as his father once again made him practice his shooting.
"Dad… I have homework…"
Most kids might find that shooting a GLOCK .9mm would be far more entertaining than homework, but John had literally been taught how to shoot when he was in diapers. His two younger siblings a set of twins by the names of Jimmy and Jamie ate this up, however. Honey, his baby sisters was in the house with their mom learning her ABC's and Tai Quan Dao. John Winchester had absolutely no idea why his family was so into self-defense. Even his mother, whose definition of a 'wild night' consisted of a Friday night book club, advocated this violent lifestyle.
"John you have plenty of time for homework later, this is important!" Muttered his dad with a growl in his voice.
John knew that voice, which was his 'serious' voice, so John placated his father by firing off the necessary shots to appease him. John knew that he is a disappointment to his father. On more than one occasion he had been informed that he looked exactly like his father did when he was his age, the only difference was that he had his mother's eyes. Just because he looked like him didn't mean that John had to be just like his father.
Wearily John trudged into the house and into the kitchen where he knew his mother would be cooking dinner.
"Something wrong?" His mom questions.
"Why is it so important that I learn how to shoot a gun? Or know every self-defensive art in the world? Or fencing? Nobody knows how to fence!"
She sighed, "John we've talked about this, you father and I just want you to be safe."
"From what?"
"Everything," she muttered calmly, but John noted the odd twinge in her tone, as if she knew something that he didn't.
*Later that Night*
John frowns as he glares down at his physics text book, he truly did hate the subject. Suddenly he hears a crash coming from down stairs, he brushes it off, especially when he hears the sound of his dad making his way down the hallway to check it out.
All is quiet for a moment when John hears a gun go off down stairs and he is up like a shot, reaching for the pistol hidden in his nightstand drawer. Just as he opens his door, his mother comes barreling down the hallway from the master bedroom a look in her eyes unlike he had ever seen before, flashing in her hand is a rather large gun and as she passes he notices strapped to her back a sheath with a sword of some kind in it. John's eyes widen as sees a shadow come up the stairs toward his mother.
She stops running and stands perfectly still with the pistol hanging at her side, the thing suddenly charges for her and just before John could yell out anything his mother casually lifts her gun from her side and shoots the thing right in between the eyes.
Turing calmly toward him, John's mother murmurs softly as if nothing had just happened, "John get your brother and sisters and head up to the attic."
"But we're not allowed in the attic," John says automatically.
"You are now."
With that said she turns and fires another shot down the stairs, and an inhuman scream rips its way up the stairs.
"Honey! A little help would be nice!" he hears his father yell from down the stairs before another beast like cry sounds throughout the house, this one sends his siblings out into the hallway.
"Mommy! What's going on?" exclaims his baby sister.
"Nothing sweetie, follow your brother into the attic, I'll be up to check on you in a minute."
Another shot rings out through the house, "Andrea!"
"Coming!"
John in a state of confusion and fear quickly herds his scared siblings through the one door they have never been allowed through and up the stairs. John is amazed by what he finds up there.
Rations line shelves on the walls; a complex computer system is sitting to the left of the room and the right wall is full of guns of varying makes, models and sizes. Swords are decoratively displayed over the computers, each and every one looking deadly. A large book shelf sits right in front of them full of old volumes they have never seen before.
"This is so… COOL!" Yells Jimmy as he makes his way over to the wall with all the guns, an equal smile of excitement lights up Jamie's face and she runs over to the wall of swords. Honey looks up in confusion at her oldest brother before she points to the floor and then the ceiling. John looks down and sees odd markings literally burned into the floor.
"What is this place?"
A few moments later the door burst open and in comes his mother followed closely by his father.
"We have to get them out of here," says his mother as she rounds on his father.
"They can help us fight!"
"They will do NO such thing!"
"John can help he's old enough! I was burning Vampires by his age! Younger even! And you know what you were capable of at his age!"
"No."
"Then why did we teach them how to be…"
"We didn't! We taught them how to survive if need be."
"You mean if we…"
"No, just in case they have to been on their own for a little while."
"Mommy what's happening?" questions Honey with her innocent baby voice.
"You're going on a little trip sweetie."
"Where are we going," questions John, somehow he knew that his parents weren't coming with them.
"To the past."
"What do you mean?"
John watches as his father walks over to the shelf and pulls a ratty leather bound book off of it and hands it to him.
"This will tell you everything that you need to know to survive until you can get back to us ok?"
"Dad?"
"Here John," his mother says handing a letter to him, "Read this when you get there. Now I want everyone to get into a circle and hold hands ok?"
The kids all gathered around and hold hands, they watch as their mother pulls an orb from an ornate box on a shelf, she whispers something to it and throws it in the middle of circle. Where the orb hits a black hole begins to form and quickly, before any of them could react they are falling.
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