Disclaimer: The wonderful Winchesters and anything you recognize belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and the CW. The rest are figments of my imagination.
A/N: This story is set in 1984 and will focus mainly on John who's only been hunting a couple of years.
Stupid, Winchester, stupid John mentally chided himself as he ran through the forest. His lungs felt like they were on fire and the pain across his chest was unbearable. John didn't know how much longer he could hold out when he saw light coming through the trees in front of him.
Twenty-four hours earlier John had been inside a motel room finishing up some last minute research for his latest hunt. His friend and fellow hunter Caleb had been with him, but a nasty bout of pneumonia had landed Caleb in the hospital. He begged John not to continue on with the hunt. This would be his first time hunting a werewolf. Caleb felt he really needed backup and there wasn't enough time for one of the other hunters they knew to get to Vermont. John knew that if he didn't finish the hunt it would be whole month before they would get another crack at the werewolf. The thought that somebody could be killed was what pushed John to continue on. His boys were staying with Pastor Jim and the sooner he finished the hunt, the sooner he could return to them.
Now John was running through the woods trying to escape the werewolf. He thought he had picked a good hiding spot, but it found him. It attacked quickly, slashing John across the chest. He was able to get off a shot, but missed the heart and got it in the shoulder. While it was momentarily dazed, John took off. He tripped and fell twice, jamming two fingers on his left hand during the second fall. Ignoring the pain, John got up and continued running for his life.
John emerged from the woods to see a rather large cabin in front of him. There was smoke billowing up from the chimney. It was only about fifty yards from where John was, but he wasn't sure he could make it. He forced himself to walk those fifty yards without stopping. John was able to knock on the front door twice before he collapsed.
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Molly Morgan had been lonely ever since her beloved Jack passed away two years ago, leaving her a widow at age thirty-five. Her friends were sympathetic at first, but after a few months they grew frustrated trying to help her move on and they drifted away. Wanting to be closer to Jack, she sold their Manhattan condo and moved to their summer cabin in Vermont. It was Jack's favorite place to be. Her husband had been wealthy enough that she never needed to work again, so she stayed in the cabin year round. She only went into town occasionally for supplies.
After two years Molly was finally starting to yearn for some male companionship. She prayed that God would send a man her way. She didn't think it was possible, but she wished a handsome man would show up on her doorstop. Jack I don't want to be lonely anymore, please ask the Lord to send someone my way.
After putting more wood on the fire, Molly was headed into the kitchen to start dinner when she heard a knock at the door. Now who could that be she wondered? She went to the front door and opened it to find a handsome man on her doorstep, albeit a handsome man covered in blood.
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After knocking on the front door, John passed out from the pain and blood loss. He was lying unconscious on the front porch when Molly found him.
"My goodness, where did you come from?" asked Molly.
Molly bent down and felt for a pulse. She was relieved to find one. Maybe God is answering my prayers she thought. Though John was too heavy for her to carry, Molly was able to drag him into the bedroom. It took a couple of minutes, but she was able to get him into her bed. She quickly stripped John down to his boxer shorts. There was a row of gashes across his chest. Luckily they weren't deep enough to require stitches. Molly washed and bandaged the gashes on his chest and few scratches on his arms. Then she proceeded to wash the rest of John. Once he was clean and dry she gently covered him with a warm blanket and finished off with a fluffy down comforter. Molly stepped back and stared at the handsome stranger in her bed. Thank you God she thought. A small gleam caught her eye and she noticed the gold wedding band on John's left hand.
"Well that won't do," whispered Molly as she went to remove John's wedding ring that had not been off of his finger since his wife died. However, John's injured fingers had swelled up. No matter how hard she pulled the ring refused to budge. After a couple of minutes she sighed in frustration and gave up. Molly left the room and went to the kitchen to make dinner. She couldn't keep the smile off her face. God had answered her prayers. Molly didn't care where the handsome man had come from or why he had been covered in blood. All she cared about was that she was no longer alone.
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John woke up feeling extremely disoriented with no idea of where he was. His vision was still a little hazy from sleep. There was a woman sitting in a chair next to the bed. She had long wavy blonde hair.
"Mary," said John softly. When she moved closer he could see her eyes were a bright blue, not the warm hazel May's had been. He shook his head slightly to clear away the fuzziness.
"Where am I?" asked John as he tried to sit up.
Molly was at his side in a flash. She placed a hand on John's shoulder and pushed him back down.
"It's okay, just lie down. You're okay," cooed Molly.
John started to remember what happened. He had been attacked while hunting a werewolf. He ran until he came to a cabin in the woods. I must have passed out after that he thought.
"Who are you?' asked John.
"I'm Molly. I found you on my doorstep. You look like you went a couple rounds with a mountain lion," replied Molly.
I need to call Pastor Jim. I need to let him know what happened John thought. I don't want the boys to worry.
"Molly, my name is John and need to use your phone to call a friend and let him know where I am. He'll send somebody to come and get me," spoke John.
Molly completely ignored everything John had just said, except for his name. Her late husband's name was John, but was called Jack. She saw this as sign. This was meant to be.
"You must be hungry. I'm going to go fix you some soup." Molly walked out of there leaving John bewildered in her wake.
I need to get to a phone thought John as he tried to sit up. A wave of pain that ran across his chest halted his efforts and he had to lie back down.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Molly was heating up some of her homemade chicken noodle soup. She opened up a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of pills. Taking two out she crushed them up. John really needs to rest she thought as she added the crushed sleeping pills into a bowl of soup. This way he will.
John was struggling to sit up when Molly entered the bedroom with a tray holding the soup and a piece of bread. She put the tray down on the oak dresser and flew to his side.
"Oh John, you have to be careful. Your wounds aren't fully closed yet. You don't want them to re-open, do you?" Molly gently reproached.
She helped him sit up in bed. John was going to ask for a phone again, but the rumble in his stomach and smell of the soup made him decide to wait until after he eat. Molly tried to spoon feed John, but he insisted on feeding himself and pretty soon the bowl was empty.
"Molly, I sure do appreciate your hospitality, but I really need to use your phone." Suddenly feeling very sleepy, John couldn't help, but let out a loud yawn.
"John you really need to get your rest." She took the empty soup bowl from John and gently pushed him down onto the bed.
"Phone, I need to use the…" John was a sleep before he could finish his sentence.
After cleaning up in the kitchen, Molly returned to sit by John's bedside. She reached over and stroked his cheek.
"Thank you Jack. I know you must have sent him to me because you don't want to be lonely anymore," she softly spoke.
Molly spent the whole night keeping watch over John.
More to Come
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