I want to start off by saying this is not my original story. That belongs to Dr. Serpico. Everything that is done it's because of them. Thank you so much for trusting me with this story, and I hope I don't let you down.
Please comment and Enjoy, especially you Dr. Serpico! I hope I didn't butcher this.
John nearly had a heart attack when he stumbled over Sybil's plastic pail that had fallen down the path and had stopped just a few feet almost hidden by a large wild berry bush. "Sybil! Sammy!" He screamed trying to right his mistake of being a poor guardian to his granddaughter and son. "Dean I'm so sorry." He said after a few minutes of stumbling down the path. Dean and Lisa had stopped to catch their breaths down the hill just a few minutes of finding the spilled pail of wild berries.
"Dad, let's just find her and Sam. Then we'll talk." Dean's eyes narrowed when he saw three forms slowly walking up the path. One was a child with two tall figures on either side. "Sybil? Sam?" Dean called. He lifted up his flashlight until it rested on the three figures.
Sam and Sybil lifted their hands to cover their eyes. The third figure in a long tan trench coat simply looked into the light as if he wasn't afraid to go blind. "Hello Dean, John and Lisa." The man in the trench coat said taking each of the three staring adults each in turn.
"How do you know us?" Dean asked stepping in front of Lisa his eyes narrowing.
"I know a lot more." The man in the trench coat said his voice low. "I know about your current rounds with creatures that were long since extinct. But because of my older brother's need for entertainment he brought these creatures back. Just to see how well you would do to protect each other. Like true hunters."
"Hunters?" Dean asked his green eyes lifting in curiosity. "What were supposed to have hunted?"
"Demons, ghosts, and anything else that is supernatural." The trench coat man said his voice as stone serious.
"Why did you take my daughter?" Lisa cried. The trench coat man turned to look at Lisa with dark blue eyes. His face once again stone serious.
"I did nothing of the sort. I merely led your daughter and brother back to you, like a true servant of the lord."
"That's nonsense." Dean spat rolling his eyes. He looked back at the trench coat man vanished for a second before appearing just behind Dean. In one simple movement the man placed two fingers on Dean's forehead before letting him drop like a stone to the ground. Sybil rushed to her dad's side while the trench coat man walked directly towards John, his blue eyes twinkling in the dim lights of the flashlights.
"What the hell are you?" John asked his eyes narrowing trying to hide the fear that was now rising up in his chest.
"John, relax." The trench coat said. "I did not hurt your sons. I healed your son's leg and only clarified what I was to your oldest. They are both fine."
"Dad, listen to Castiel." Sam's voice sounded different and it made John turn is head to face him. He could sense something different about his son's posture and simply his spirit.
"Sammy?" John questioned looking past the blue eyed man, Castiel, and at his tall son.
"Sam." He replied back with a small smile.
"But how-"
"He healed my head dad. But it's only temporarily. He wanted me to give you two choices."
"What two choices?"
"These two choices." Castiel said placing two fingers gently on John's forehead sending him into a world of bright light and silence.
~DSCWin~
John stood unobserved in a hospital room looking at him and his wife holding a laughing baby boy wrapped in a blanket. The doctor standing next to Mary, looking down at the boy and saying how healthy he was. He watched as the scene melted into color only be replaced to the night his wife had died leaving him alone with two young boys, struggling to cope with the loss of his wife all over again. Again the scene melted into a mix of color to be replaced by scene upon scene of seeing his boys hunting beside him growing up different. Seeing them struggle with living in hotel rooms being pulled out of schools. He saw them fighting creatures that he worked so hard to protect them from, and seeing them fighting with him every step of the way.
John let out a sigh as the scene changed again to find himself standing in a hotel room turning around to look at his two boys and someone he didn't recognize. Her long blonde hair and hazel eyes made his stomach clench. She looked like Mary standing there in between his two boys a small charmed necklace hanging on her neck. She had tears of anger in her eyes as she looked at him.
"You must be my dad." She said her voice low. It was like someone had dumped a cold bucket of water on him making him shiver. I had a daughter?
Only if Sam was born normal. Castiel's voice replied in John's head. John continued to watch as he saw the '67 Chevy impala he had given Dean for his eighteenth birthday get smashed by a semi and seeing his now three kids in the hospital. He saw himself make a deal with the yellow-eyed man, who was a demon, and saw Dean and the girl miraculously heal and wake up from comas that were inches of taking their life away.
He saw himself dead in a hospital bed, he saw himself being burned and saw the looks of sadness in all three of his kids' eyes. He saw them struggle with each other fighting and arguing he saw Sam's death in an old ghost town he saw Dean sell his soul to save Sam. He watched as both Sam and Dean fought the yellow-eyed demon killing him.
He watched as through the years, though it was really moments, he saw all three of his kids die. He saw Sam being possessed by Lucifer and then falling into hell with another man he didn't recognize. He saw Dean living with Lisa and Ben for only a year before he left them. He watched this for a while before he saw Castiel appear again and touched his forehead bringing him back to the woods where Lisa, and Sybil were frozen over the knocked out Dean.
"What was that all about?" John asked Castiel who lowered his head then looked up at him with his blue eyes.
"Your two sons were destined to bring forth the apocalypse." Castiel said his voice serious. "If Sam was born normal all of that would have happened. You would have died trying to get revenge over the demon that killed your wife. Your children, would have been hunted by the creatures you protected them from for years. They would have been killed over and over again, only be brought back to finish what you had started that night in Sam's nursery."
"What are you trying to say?" John asked his voice breaking. He didn't understand why this angel was showing him this.
"I'm saying you now have two choice to make. One you can let yourself be taken over by the thought of revenge you still hold for the demon that took your wife and loose everything. Yes you would finally get your revenge but at what cost? Or two, you can keep move on."
"But how can I move on knowing my wife's death wasn't normal?"
"Because it was meant to be." John froze his eyes wide open. His wife, still wearing the nightgown she wore stood appeared next to the frozen form of Sam. "John," She walked up and wrapped her arms around his shaking shoulders. Tears were starting to fall. "Don't loose yourself in something you couldn't change. My death, though hard for you only made you a better father."
"Mary, but how-"
"By being there for your kids when they needed you. By how you put the hunting lifestyle behind you. Is it worth your death to put an end to the thing that killed me?" John's eyes lowered. "John, we'll be together again. It's just going to be a little while longer. You're meant to be here with our sons and grandchildren. They need you more then ever." Mary slowly turned to look at Sam who was still frozen in time. "Don't wish him different. God made him this way to stop Lucifer from escaping his prison. Don't force something on your sons. It's not worth it."
"And the girl that I saw what about her? She doesn't get a chance of life?"
"Christina will get a chance of life. But a life of safety. Castiel promises that nothing dark will ever block your doorway. You all will live a normal life. All of this would be just a very long nightmare. Sam won't suffer this visions anymore. He'll be just a regular person with a handicap. He is our perfect son. Even with the flaw. God made him that way so that we won't have to suffer knowing he was the reason the apocalypse started."
"John, the choice is yours. You can keep this life that you have now. With everything that God has given you. Or you can choose the other one, and watch heavyhearted as the world you know ends. What do you choose. And once you make that choice you can't change it."
John let out a sigh. He was pulled into another tough decision. He glanced over at his small family then at his wife who was smiling sweetly. Neither one of the options would bring her back. It would only bring on more heartache with one decision.
"Remember John," Mary said with a smile. "God works in mysterious ways. Ways we can't understand. We just got to have faith that everything is done for a reason." She smiled again and touched John's cheek tenderly. "Please let your anger go. Let Castiel heal your heartache and let this life bring you to me. Don't force our children into the life you worked so hard to save them from. They need you. Our grandchildren need you."
"What is your choice John?" Castiel asked walking to stand next to Mary.
John took one more look at his wife before looking at the family that now surrounded him. "I'll keep it this way." He said after thinking it over in his mind for the last few minutes. "That's my final decision. I choose this life for my family."
"Thank you, John." Mary said caressing his cheek with her soft lips. "Thank you for moving on." Castiel lifted his two fingers and placed them gently on John's forehead surrounding him in a bright light. "I'll be waiting for you, John." Mary's voice echoed through John's mind as the light surrounded him feeling him with warmth and comfort.
~DSCWin~
John woke up to his alarm clock beeping next to his head. He reached over and turned off the alarm and sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He had the strangest dream about angels, demons and seeing his late wife. He saw Sam act his age and saw Dean, Lisa, and his granddaughter frozen in time while he saw what life he could have had if Sam as born normal.
"Grampa!" Sybil's voice soared through the walls and into his mind making him smile. "Daddy's on the phone! He wants to talk to you!"
I thought Dean and Lisa came here last night. Why would they be on the phone? He shook his head as he stumbled out of his bed and out of his room. Sybil ran up holding the cordless and held it high. "Thanks sweetie." John said with a smile. "Hello?"
"Hey dad," Dean's voice sounded happy. "Just letting you know that Lisa and I would be there some time tomorrow." I guess it was just a strange dream. John thought shaking his head.
"Alright thanks for letting me know." he said with a smile. He head two sets of doors open and close and he turned and saw Sam walking out of his room rubbing his eyes with his fists. Ben appeared too looking like he was about to fall back asleep walking down the hallway.
"And dad, one more thing before I let you go," Dean's voice brought John back to the present. "Thank you so much for watching our kids." John felt his heart beat faster in his chest.
"You're welcome, Dean. You and Lisa take care." He looked at the three most important people in his lives and smiled again. "And don't worry, nothing's going to happen to your kids. Ever again."