A/N : You are not seeing wrong and yes I can count. This is part 7. I can't post part 6 here becuz it's basically just sex so I skipped to part 7. If you want to read part six head on over to my Livejournal. Username: Iatethebunny. The story works fine without part 6. Sorry this took so long to post. I hope you enjoy it. Peace
Act seven: The WrongedThis is his end. John thought perhaps it would take more to hold this beast. He feels it move in him knocking around trying to find a way out. This is it. To a point this feels wrong like they should be more than this dirty floor beneath his back, late afternoon sunlight creeping in through the cracks in the window boards, this gnawing clawing feeling in his gut. It shouldn't be this simple, things should end with more turmoil. John knows to many things have been left undone but Dean is newly legal, old enough to take care of Sam who hasn't really needed look after since was 12. Sam is strong he can protect himself. Dean, Dean's always been strong when it comes to protecting Sam. John thinks perhaps Dean will do a better job of it than he. His boys still have a role to play in this game, a role too big for boys so young. He wishes he could have done more, made it easier for them.He tries to move his legs a shock of pain works it's way up his spin, he gives up. The dark curls around the edges of the room. John knows it more loss of sight than the coming night. He feels it the Demon howling for release, clawing and fighting. He feels it's spite, the hot fierce anger and John can smile now, smile and close his eyes let his breath slide out slow and easy. At least he can do this. He should have told his boys more. Should have said I love you in more than a hug. They'll forgive his that, they're good boys, they'll forgive him anything. John blinks twice. The light is dimming. He hears the faint sounds of the room, old floor boards creaking, water trailing through rusted pipes, from almost too far away a rough voice curving around familiar Latin words. Dune is almost finished, the bind is set all that's left is the sealing, soon this to shall past. The space around him has grown dark. His breath sounds wet and ragged to his own ears, he longs for Mary smile, wishes for the sound of his boys.He sees them in his minds eye, as clear as he every saw them in the flesh, Dean stretched out on a hotel bed, skin slick, eyes closed, his arm slung over Sam's shoulder. Dean's chest rises and falls, no frown mars his brow. Sam lay tucked into Dean's side, head on his brother's shoulder, hand resting open palm over Dean's heart. His breath is smooth even, the sleep of a youth with no worries. John feels a surge of regret for not saying more and then they too turn to darkness.