This is an AU story. This is written with my OC Christina too. I'm trying to do something different. If this works there will be more stories with John. But I will be keeping my other story going as well. Please enjoy this. Supernatural, the characters and story is not owned by me. Just Christina.

Family Business

The rain was hitting the hospital room, where John Winchester woke up. Once again, he was made to stay in the bed. He looked around to see his two sons, Sam and Dean asleep in hospital chairs while his only daughter Christina, someone he had just met only a short time ago, was asleep on a couch that was placed directly underneath his rooms window. All three of his children looked like they had tried to stay awake but failed by the way they held their bodies upright, at least his sons as his daughter was laying on her side.

He didn't want to disturb them as they slept and he pressed a button calling in a nurse or doctor. The nurse arrived a few minutes later took a look over at the three sleeping people then at her charge that was looking up at her.

"How long have they been here?" John asked his voice dry and scratchy. He saw his oldest start to stir in the chair before opening up his eyes. The nurse was about to speak when Dean rushed to John's side gently grabbing his arm and looking frightened at the nurse.

"Is something wrong?" Dean asked looking at both John and the nurse. The nurse smiled and gently placed a hand on Dean's arm admiring the strength in it before looking down at John.

"Everything is alrighr, Mr. Jackson." She said making John think for a second before realizing he was using an alias. The nurses voice woke up both Sam and Christina. They took several awward minutes trying to get to their feet before standing besides Dean. "You're father just woke up and probably wanted some answers."

"Do I ever." John said before letting out a cough. Christina poured a cup of water and handed it down the line of her brothers until Dean handed it to John who sipped through a straw.

"You're quite the fighter." The nurse said seeing John moved his bed up into a sitting position. "To answer your question from earlier your kids have been here for at least a couple of hours. Even though both your daughter and son have been discharged, they weren't going to leave you here alone."

"I don't see why?" John sighed looking at all of them. "I wasn't much of a father to begin with."

"Well, it looks like someone else had second thoughts on you leaving." The nurse said checking John's vitals. "Who knows you may be able to leave later tonight." John muttered a thank you and the nurse left the father and his three kids alone to play catch up.

"How long have you and your sister been discharged?" John asked Dean who was dressed in a street clothes.

"For about a day and a half?" Dean answered looking at Sam and Christina who nodded.

"How am I still alive?" John asked staring up at the ceiling and rubbed his forehead. "I thought for sure I was a gonner."

"You think it's going to be that easy to stop your responsibility to us?" Christina asked making John blink a few times as she did indeed look like his late wife with just enough mix of him to see the resenplence she had with Sam and Dean.

"No." John said closing his eyes. He felt so drained. "I guess not."

~Glowing Eyes~

John leaned on the counter at Bobby Singers house sipping his third cup of coffee while his son, Sam typed on his laptop. It felt strange being in a vertical position. Let alone being inside a house where the man that lived there threatened his very life on several occasions. But Bobby seemed like had burried the hatchet as he came in holding a small piece of paper.

"Mornin' John." He greeted making Sam peer up from his laptop. John nodded his head silently. "Did ya sleep a'right last night?"

John nodded. Though it wasn't entirely true. He would've slept a lot better if he slept on the couch and his daughter slept on the bed upstairs. "Maybe you need another bed." He said looking inside Bobby's livingroom to see the folded up blankets and pillows. "It's not right for a girl to sleep on the couch."

"Don't you go tellin' me it ain't right." Bobby grumbled looking down at Sam who looked like he was accused of murder. "Thought you had the manners in the family."

"Hey, it's not my fault Christy likes the couch." Sam said going back to the laptop screen. "If anyone should be taught a lesson it's her. Or in fact you."

"Hey I said she needed to stick up for herself not blindly be lead to believe she shouldn't fight for a bed." John watched confused from the sidelines before looking down at the piece of paper in his hand.

"Bobby, what's this? A case?" John asked softly not wanting to anger anyone. Bobby nodded. "Do you know what it is?"

"No clue." Bobby answered. "But then again my buddy doesn't think it's a case either. But I need you four out my house for a while. Get back to huntin' like the family you are."

John glanced down at the paper then back up when he heard giggling and the front door opening. "You need to stop that." Dean growled as he and Christina walked in both of them smothered with grease, oil and blood from cuts on their fingers. "You wouldn't be laughing if it was your head."

"No that's true but you would be." Christina said pushing past Dean who had stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, and she walked to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. "So what's going on?" She asked the remaining three people as she jumped onto the counter top uncapping the water and taking a swig.

"Bobby has a possible case for us." John said feeling strange as he kept picturing his wife sitting there covered in car grease. "It's all the way in New Hampshire."

"New Hampshire?" Sam asked and John nodded. "Does it say where?"

John looked back at the paper. "A. Ferguson Private School."

"I think it's up our alley." Sam said spinning his laptop around. "Twenty students go from average students to straight A's in the space of one night."

"Late night study dates?" Dean asked pulling a beer from the fridge and popping the top.

"One study night and they go from b's and c's to A's? I tried it doesn't work." Sam said then looked over at John who lowered his head. They still hadn't burried the hatchet between them and they knew it.

"So you three want to take it?" John asked but then saw Bobby's glare. "What?"

"You need to go with them too, John." He growled. "How's that Impala holding up?"

"She's good to go." Dean said as he rubbed the back his head. "Should hold up nicely."

"Yeah," Christina smiled taking another sip of water. "Even after Dean head butted her."

"Would you let it go?" Dean asked feeling very upset. Christina shook her head and jumped down off the counter. John chuckled then sighed in defeat.

"Alright I'll come with you guys."