Lovely reviews, thank you all so much
Lovely reviews, thank you all so much. Here's another update, getting into the action of the story. This is EXTREMELY short because I've already updated today. Just
a warning, there is not much angst in this one. P.S. If you all want me to include more flashbacks I would be happy to do so, just let me know!
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Chapter four.
John was running. It had started to rain a few minutes ago. The rain pelted down,
attacking every bit of exposed skin. Still, that did not slow him down. He ran as
quickly as he could to the house, desperate to be there and terrified at the same time.
He was a hunter, trained to the highest degree but tonight, on this night, it did not seem like he could move quick enough.
Missouri had came back only a moment ago and it was clear to John that something had gone terribly wrong on their hunt. The look on her face, the one of mixed t
error and shock, and her silence was awfully easy to understand. Something cold slipped into his heart. It was not the guilt that he had been here and chosen not to
do anything. But fear. A fear he had not felt in an extremely long time. A father's worst nightmare: the injury or loss of a child. He had not thought of them as children
in the longest time. Sure the both of them were still young, but what had that mattered so long as they could hold their own in a fight and were able to watch each
others back?
Was it Dean? He had wondered. Or Sam? The poor child he had not fully apologised, for the words he had spoken, to yet? As he stood there, waiting for Missouri, to
speak his mind flashed back to that last night. The night when Sam was still in his crib and Dean in and out of his bed every ten minutes sneaking in to see his
brother. It had been such a normal night, a night like any other. Oh how, in that moment as he stood on the worn carpet, that that night had past just like any other.
Dean had stayed in bed, Sam slept peacefully and he had managed to climb in to bed beside his wife. He felt a bitter sense of loss for that life, the life that remained
unlived.
John had run before Missouri could say a word. He didn't stay to find out- he couldn't hear the news from her mouth
He skidded to a stop, completely soaked, in front of his old house. He spared a thought for the old place, for all the old memories and for everything that had
happened here. His family had began and died here. Mary, his beautiful and sweet Mary had been burned alive by a demonic bastard. A favour he still had to return.
Was he destined to have a child follow?
He ran into the house (the door was already open) screaming SAM! DEAN! at the top of his lungs as he searched the rooms. But it was no use, for Sam and Dean were not here. They were gone.