Till It Happens To You, a supernatural fanfic

Till It Happens To You

John fic (ones hot)

Angst

This fic was inspired by some of the lyrics in Corrine Bailey Rae's song Till It Happens to You. It is almost a prequel to my fic Spiderwebs.

John sat on the hood of his car with his two sons snuggled close to him. This was a nightmare, it had to be. There was no way that he could… no, Mary was dead. This was a fucking joke and if he had not seen it with his own two eyes he wouldn't even believe it.

He could feel fresh tears come to his eyes clouding his vision of the horrific scene; his house on fire. And as the levee broke allowing he tears to come full force, his mind flooded with memories of his wife's smile. That, combined with the warmth from his two son's small bodies (because they were all sitting so close) was almost too much. He couldn't breath.

This hurt and he wished that he could have just died too. At least if he would have perished in the flames he wouldn't hurt so badly. He did not know if he could go on without her and he did not know if he wanted to.

And as he watched the life that he and Mary had worked so hard to build go up in smoke before his very eyes, he could not stop the chills that ran through him. His wife was gone, Dean and Sammy's mommy was gone and she was never coming back. Ever. And with her demise came the demise of his happiness and peace.

It use to feel like heaven.

It use to feel like May.

I use to hear those violins playing heart like a symphony now they've gone away.

What do you do when no one believes you? Was the question that John found himself facing as he tried to come to terms with the fact that people who had known him all of his life no longer believed in him, that people whom he considered friends and even his family all gave him that you're crazy look when he had tried to tell them the truth about what had actually happened to Mary

They all thought he was crazy but John could never forget what he saw, and he could never just move on. He could never just pick up and start a new life when the old one had been so violently ripped from him. Taken. He was going to have to do what it was in his nature to do and that was fight, and avenge. He was going to do it weather his family and friends understood him or not.

Nobody wants to face the truth.

But, you won't believe what love can do…Till It Happens to You

"Move on" his friend and co owner of his business had said and that was right after he had threatened to call CPS. "Don't do this to yourself" had been the pleading words of his brother Paul. "I won't let you hurt the boys" had come from Mary's mother Susan but none of those people could ever understand exactly how he felt.

Losing Mary was like being cut open with a salty knife, it was like having your flesh burn clean off the bone at a thousand degree temperatures, and it was like biting your own arm off. It was like Hell. And that was exactly how he felt; like he was in hell.

None of those people could understand that because that had not seen what he'd seen that night. They had not loved the way that he had, and they had not lost the way that he had.

Nobody wants to face the truth until their hearts broken.

Don't you dare tell them what you think to do…till they get over.

You can only learn these things from experience when you get older.

I just wish that someone would have told me.

No they could ever understand John thought; No one could until it happened to them.

Till it happens to you