Disclaimer: *sigh*
A/N: That's right, John's (the ruggedly handsome papa bear... wait, that's not what you guys call him in your minds?) POV is in this story too!
Warning: Daddy W. uses the 'damn' word.
(.discovery)
They say the truth is out there if you open your eyes. They say only tinfoil nut jobs believe in everything and John will drink to that. But his eyes are open now.
wWw
[Mary died, bleeding and ignoring gravity. It's that simple. John may be a man of practicality and military sensibility, but when you find out the whole world is tilted backwards, what you accept as reality has to change.
Because, it turns out, that there are (in order of discovery) psychics and ghosts and demons and monsters. It could be overwhelming, like when you realize the enemy has surrounded you and half of your men are already gunned down, but John cuts through the fear and the worry. It won't help, that's for damn sure, and survival is all about facing facts and taking control.
The fact is, John now sleeps with a revolver and a bag of salt on the nightstand. The fact is, control comes from dusty books on lore and occultist sigils and adopting the dying language of Latin.
The fact is, there was a demon in Sam's room that night and the world turns a shade darker.]