John Winchester had seen the man twice in his life, once during the funeral of his mother who had once been an Army Nurse, and now, at his wife's funeral. He had no idea who the man was, but a bit of discreet asking around had netted him the name Winchester, which probably meant that the man was a distant relative of his.
Charles Emerson Winchester III gave a sad smile as he looked at the toddler and the baby that had accompanied their father to the memorial service for their mother. With their light brown and slightly curly hair, he could almost pretend...The light hair had come from their mother though.
When he caught sight of the dark hair of the man that held the boys, he scowled. That dark hair had been the reason one of the few women he'd actually loved in his entire life, a woman who had served alongside him and understood what he had gone through during those two long dark years that had seemed like an eternity, had been sent packing back to Kansas. He'd chased her away, and never found another like her again.
Of all the ironies in the universe, this one hurt the most. The only ones left to carry his name into the future were actually Pierces.