A/N: Okay, so I just re watched Something Wicked and it occurred to me that John enters the room far too quickly for him to just be arriving home, which set me off to thinking that perhaps he was using Sam and Dean as bait, which started this little fic! Warnings, this does include John bashing as I don't like his character, so back off if you don't like that sort of thing. Any and all flames only add fuel to the fire under Mary.
Disclaimer: However much I want to, I do not own the Winchester boys.
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The plan was perfect.
He had lain a false trail for the Shtriga, saying that he had gone to track it down, even though he was actually letting it come to him. The boys were inside, he had told Dean not to move from the room and Dean never disobeyed an order, and Sam didn't know the Truth yet. It was the perfect trap. The monster would go after the boys, most likely Dean as that had been the general pattern it had been following: oldest then youngest, and try to feed on them, and then John would rush in and shoot the damn thing.
The Plan was perfect.
Or it would have been. If Dean had played the perfect soldier like usual.
The events that followed were almost to fast for John to keep up with. He saw the Shtriga enter the room via the window to the bedroom the two boys shared... and then saw Dean enter the room through the door on the outside not 10 seconds later.
Shit.
With the plan well and truly out of the window, John ran up the road and dramatically burst into the room. The sight that met his eyes would be devastating to any parent. His 4 year old son with a monster out of someone's worst nightmare hovering over him and sucking out his Spiritus Vitae whilst his 8 year old son held a sawn off shotgun perfectly steady and aimed at the creature.
All John saw though, in the second it took for him to scan his surroundings, was that his hunt was going to be ruined and the son he didn't want endangered was going to die. With a commanding "get out of the way!" to Dean, he set about emptying his clip of bullets into the son of a bitch, but his anger prevented him from hitting the damn thing.
With a sudden flash of worry he went over to the bed and roughly shook Sammy awake, checking that he was still alive. Once reassured, the anger at the hunt ruined came back full force, and who better to take it out on than his soldier, whom had failed to listen to an order.
"What happened?" he asked even though he was perfectly aware, he wanted to see if the boy had a good excuse for leaving his brother in danger.
"I went out, I needed some air, it was only a few seconds." John's anger swelled inexpressibly at the lame excuse, and after lecturing the boy for an hour about responsibility and how looking after Sammy is the most important thing Dean, he packed the boys into the back of the Impala and set out to get Pastor Jim to watch them.
As John checked the rear view mirror as he went around a bend, he caught a glimpse of a silent and ashen faced Dean holding a sleeping Sammy and staring at him in a fervent silence.
That should teach him to follow orders from now on. John thought savagely, as he contemplated how to kill the Shtriga after he dropped Sam and Dean. His anger seeming completely justifiable.
After all, it had been the perfect plan.