Authors note; Hmmmmmm, this fic has somehow managed to get away from me I was only supposed to be doing 5 chapters and then ending it but its gathered speed and now God only knows !! I think this is going to be the last chapter…..( yep I know heard that one before right ) I'm hoping to maybe do a sequel I got an idea in mind about where I want to take it with both boys being older so Sammy plays a more active roll, guess this has been more a John fic than anything. Ah John Winchester let me count the ways of your sexiness……..drifts off to nice place with large shower……….on with the show for you guys though….

Out Of The Frying Pan .

For what was the second time in a week John awoke to someone gently patting his cheek, he opened his eyes and was met with the concerned green gaze of Ben. " Are you ok ? You blacked out there "

" Am I ok ? " John gave a smile laugh that held no humour then felt the tendrils of his mighty temper crash over him. He felt consumed by it, he was lost in the tempest that it had become and he let forth a pain filled cry that reverberated from the walls of the barn. Jumping to his feet he turned on Ben and yelled " No !! No I'm not fucking ok !! I just found out that my Fucking wife was a demon ! A FUCKING DEMON !! And that my sons, my sons where going to be sacrificed so the yellow eyed bastard can get his kicks on route 66 !! How the fuck would you feel ? " John began pacing frantically his eyes kept flicking to the impassive face of the man who had been his guide in his dream state " And also, one of them but who the fuck knows which one is supposed to kill this fucking thing !! "

" Could be worse " Ben said quietly

" Worse? " John looked at the man incredulously " How the fuck could this be any worse ? "

" She could have been a guy " he supplied " Or a lawyer " he shuddered and looked to John who had stopped his pacing and was staring at Ben as if he'd grown another head. For a moment Ben thought he was going to get a smack in the mouth, then John started laughing he looked at Ben who was still watching him with a small smile on his face. " What al I going to do ? " he asked tiredly, the full impact of what he'd just learnt from the peyote finally crashing down on him. Ben approached John carefully and placed one of his large muscled arms around Johns shoulders " You prepare them both for what is to come. This path that has been chosen for you all will be hard, but you where chosen for a reason. You are a warrior and that is the life you must lead now. You teach your boys all you know and bring an end to this demon. Your wife may not have always been a mortal but she loved you that I could sense, and not all demons are evil she was as much a pawn in this as you and the boys . It seems to me that she wanted to stay with you and keep her family safe, just remember that about her " He squeezed Johns shoulder and led him out of the barn. " I'll try to " John said the emotion raw in his voice.

They reached the house and where met by Pastor Jim who was looking at John with concern " Are you alright John ? Did it work ? " John merely nodded and went to sit on the couch, he ran his hand over his face and sighed. John looked to Ben who smiled and said " It all went to plan, just give him some time "

" Where are the boys ? " John asked

" I sent them to the pond to play, Sammy's with Missouri in the library ". John looked at his hands

" That's good, I'm going to say all this now before I can't, I can't believe what I saw or what's in my boys future but I gotta look at this like any battle and prepare " . John told Jim all that he had seen when he had been under the influence of the peyote. " Good Lord " the Pastor explained " What are you going to do ? "

" Teach my boys how to survive, train them to face what's coming. What else can I do ? " John looked to the Pastor hoping that he could give him some guidance, or say it'll all be ok , find a house settle down, things will get better, the threat will pass. But of course Jim wouldn't lie and he held Johns gaze as he solemnly replied " We will train them together John, we will do what must be done ".

John had remained on the couch the effects from the peyote still running through his system, every time he closed his eyes he'd relive his past, some of things he saw where warm and tender but others where hard to re-see. He saw his best friend torn apart by shrapnel in Vietnam, saw children burnt to a crisp could still smell their skin as it melted the memory was making him sick he was wallowing in it , it was swallowing him whole refusing to let him go. He was scared. That's when a small tender hand stroked through his hair " Its ok daddy don't be scared you're safe " the voice was small, warm, full of love that John felt he didn't deserve. " I love you daddy, and Sammy loves you. We'll be ok together ". The words washed over him like a gentle rain and he bathed in the warmth they gave , John swallowed the lump that had come to his throat. He opened his eyes slowly, the sky outside was now creeping into darkness and the lights in the parlour where dim but gave a sense of protection that John knew wasn't real. He looked to the small boy who was still stroking his hand through his hair, it was almost hypnotic, it lulled him, warmed him from the depths of his soul that he thought he'd lost after Mary had died. " Don't worry daddy, Ill help make your bad dreams goes away " Dean smiled that 100 watt smile, his eyes shining with the innocence and unrequited love he held. John pulled the little boy onto his knee and returned the smile " I love you too Dean. You and your brother more than anything in this world and I promise you nothing, and I mean nothing will ever hurt you ". It was a promise he'd been making since he'd taken the boys from the burning house and one he'd keep even if it meant he died in the process.

In a small town not far from Gilbert in Arizona a woman entered a house, the lights where off but she crept through the building deftly knowing where the furniture was so she didn't fall and break any possessions or bones. " You failed me Astarte, you let the Winchesters escape, now your foolishness to punish the boy will result in our doom "

" No father, let me rectify this I promise the boy won't escape me this time "

" Enough of your simpering, you are a demon and one of war, fertility, and sexuality. I will not have you disgracing your heritage by acting like a mortal " Astarte blanched at her fathers words and stumbled backwards " But if we cannot sacrifice the child maybe we could turn him to our ways. Mould him to become one of us ".

Azazel considered his daughters words, maybe there was some truth in them as foolish as it seemed if the child could be turned then he would become unstoppable. " Maybe, you have earned yourself a reprieve. For now. Bring me the Winchester boy and I shall forego your ineptitude. But fail me again and I will punish you without thought ". Astarte swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded her head

" I will not fail you father. What of the other child ? " Azazel considered for the moment, maybe they could use the other as leverage " Bring him, we can always dispose of the hindrance later "

" Yes father " she bowed her head in reverence

" Do you know where they are ? " he asked, she snorted her reply twisting the features of her hosts face into a sneer " They're with the foolish Pastor at his farm. He is no match for us ".

" Good, but……….leave it for now. The father has learned much and his thirst for vengeance may help us. Give him 5 years to train the boy, he will be easier to manipulate then. The other will provide more leverage "

" Are you sure ? I could take them now. We could train him ourselves would that not be better ? " Azazel's eyes burned brighter in the darkened room. " Do not question me or I may forget our deal. You have 5 years to play amongst these pathetic meat suits then you will bring me the Winchester boy ". Astarte recoiled at her fathers words but nodded meekly. " I understand father "

" Good " he smiled malevolently. Maybe the child would prove to be of use in the upcoming war he would definitely be an asset, he was destined to be powerful, they both where but he had sensed the power emanating form the child the day he was born. The prophecy had been clear if the child came to full power then he would die at his hands, but if he could manipulate the child, use the boys power to his own advantage, yes that could work. After all prophecies could be such tricky things they never really clearly stated just what they meant, and if the child wouldn't co-operate then he would die, but not before he watched his brother die first. He smiled into the night sky melting into the shadows the quiet home held, melting into the shadows his yellow eyes glowing until they too disappeared.

5 years later.

Sammy Winchester ran into Pastor Jims kitchen " PASTOR JIM, PASTOR JIM, SAVE ME !! " the 5 year old flung himself into the Pastors arms " Samuel whatever is the matter ? " the Pastor asked as he smoothed the boys hair, before he could answer Sammy's older and very pissed brother entered the kitchen his face set in a glower. The Pastor had to refrain from laughing as Dean Winchester stood in the kitchen half his face and hair covered in mud that was dripping onto his AC DC t- shirt. " Pastor Jim can't save your ass this time Sammy "

" But you dared me too !! " the little boy wailed, snuggling his chest further into the Pastor

" No Sammy I told you not to throw the mud "

" You said Sammy you dare throw that mud…"

" I was telling you not to throw it !! Would you have thrown it at dad if he'd said that ? "

" No " he said in a small voice

" Then why is it ok to do that to me ? "

" I'm sorry Dean , do you forgive me ? ". The older boy sighed heavily and looked at his baby brother

" Yea I forgive you Sammy. Just don't do it again, ok ? "

" Ok " he sniffled, leaving the protective arms of the Pastor he wrapped his arms around his big brothers waist. Dean wrapped his arms around him and Sam lifted big tear filled eyes to his brother which Dean wiped away with his thumb. " Come on squirt its time for your bath "

" Are you going to have one too Dean ? "

" Yes he is Samuel " Dean glared at the Pastor who chuckled at the look Dean was giving him ! It seems your big brother thinks he is Wilbur and has taken to rolling in the mud ". Sammy giggled at the reference to the book Dean had been reading him. The little boy had fallen in love with ' Charlottes Web ' and had insisted that Dean read it to him every night. " You're hilarious Pastor Jim, you and Caleb just love making fun of me " he rolled his eyes at the Pastor who was watching the boys fondly.

" Go on now the both of you, go and get cleaned up "

" Yes sir " both boys replied and retreated to the bathroom to get washed up.

Dean bathed his chattering brother in the bath and told him to go get settled in bed whilst he showered.

" Will you read me a story Dean ? " the little boy asked

" Sure I will Sammy, you know that. Now go on so I can clean all this muck off me "

" Ok Wilbur " he giggled

" Sam !! " he growled, Sammy ran from the bathroom his giggles echoing off the walls. Dean shook his head , undressed and climbed into the shower. His dad had left him and Sammy at Jims for 2 weeks now and he was getting worried. There had been no phone call nothing to let him no his dad was ok, If Dean concentrated hard enough sometimes he knew his dad was fine just consumed by the hunt he was on. When he was younger those feelings had been strong and he'd clung to them like they where a warm blanket, but they'd seemed to fade in time. Jim had told him that it was his strong heart that helped him feel those things and if he'd only trust himself he could feel them again. But his father had implied that to feel like that was a weakness, a weakness he couldn't afford so he'd shut down all the emotions that he often times felt pushing them down into the pit of his stomach leaving his head clear.

For the last 5 years his dad had pushed him hard training him in fire arms, knife fighting, hand to hand combat, tracking, evading, infiltration the skills that a solider should have.

But Dean was only 10, from an early age his father had instilled in him the desire to hunt down anything supernatural and kill it. So the 10 year old was fluent in Latin, he knew how to bless water and exorcise a demon how to rid a malevolent spirit. He'd been on his first hunt a year ago it was just a salt and burn his dad had said something simple to get him the experience, but it had made Dean feel like his dad, like a hero. He climbed out of the shower and quickly dried and dressed himself, he went into his brother who was snuggled into the bed they both shared holding the book expectantly, giving his brother the full dimple smile he handed Dean the book and burrowed into the warmth and safety his big brother provided. It didn't take long for the small boy to fall asleep and Dean went down stairs to ask the Pastor if his father had called.

" Has dad called Jim ? " he asked, the Pastor raised his head and smiled, the boy had asked the same question every morning and evening and he had the same answer as always " No Dean, but I'm sure he's ok " Dean merely nodded, he could feel something twisting in his gut something felt off but he couldn't understand just what it was. " What is it Dean ? " the Pastor asked

" I don't know, he should be back now right ? Or at least called do you think he's ok ? "

" What do your feelings tell you son ? "

" I don't know………..something feels off……I keep feeling like something bad is going to happen "

" To your father ? "

" No…yes…..I don't know " he cried sitting in the chair at the table " Its all jumbled….and…..and I just can't un-jumble it, it doesn't make any sense " he put his head in his hands and sighed. The Pastor looked at the young boy before him. He had so much on his shoulders, he looked after his brother as if he was his own son, looked after his father when he was home he looked at this moment like the world was crushing him down as if the load was becoming unbearable. But then he sighed and looked at the Pastor with his lop sided grin " Think I'm going crazy, I'm going to hit the sack see you in the morning Jim "

" Goodnight Dean ". Jim watched Dean retreat upstairs and went to his library to start his sermon for the service Sunday.

Not far away in a small clearing two figures stood, an older man and a younger woman the mans eyes glowed the murky yellow and he smiled as he turned to the woman beside him " Its time, the boys training will begin soon. Do not fail me on this "

" I won't father " she disappeared from the clearing, Azazel smirking into the sky, he gave a soft laugh

" What once was pure will be tainted, what once was light will become dark, you have lost another warrior in your pitiful attempts to save the worthless fools that walk this earth. Dean Winchester is mine and there's nothing you can do about it !!" he melted into the darkness his laughter echoing around the clearing.

Back at the farm Dean shivered in his sleep, somewhere deep inside him he knew that things would never be the same again.

The End.

Ok so that's it for this tale, do you want a sequel if you do I'll start it a.s.a.p more than likely this weekend. Please leave a review let me know if you thought it was ok or if it needs improvement anywhere. Thanks for taking the time to read, hope to see you all soon xxxx