Author's note:
*****I do not own any characters in this story or from the Supernatural realm. I do take credit for the story as I did the writing. Any questions send me a msg. kthxbai*****
John downed another swig of whiskey from the bottle and staggered into the couch. He looked over at Dean standing quietly in the doorway of the bedroom. His green eyes were wide and the child looked almost frozen in place.
"Sammy sleeping?" John growled, taking another gulp from the bottle. The whispers were almost gone. Sleep would come soon, and it would be welcomed with open arms. The morning sun desperately tried peeking through the shitty motel blinds but John had turned the couch so the light would be blocked by the back of it.
Dean nodded slowly and opened then closed his mouth. "Is it dead?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, Dean, it's dead." John grabbed his coat and rolled himself into the back of the couch. "Get some food for you and your brother when he wakes up."
'Don't sleep. No. The nightmares will come back. Don't do it. No!' John sat up angrily and the rush of whispers and fished through his coat for his wallet, throwing it at his son.
Dean quickly put his hands up and caught it.
'He's faster. He's growing stronger…'
John downed the last quarter of the whiskey bottle and belched. The world before his eyes swirled into blackness.
"Fuck you," he slurred. He hated being around the boys when the voice stirred. It was always so interested in them. He had to keep it away from them.
'I'll be back John,' it laughed, 'See you soon…'