A/N: ok it's been awhile since I last updated this story but I've got a perfectly good reason for that: my computer went like bang (literally)….but I think you don't really want to hear me yammering about all that so... without further ado I present you the newest addition to my little Verse! Enjoy…….o, yes one final note: I made a bit of a time jump: this part is placed during the flashbacks that are shown during Something Wicked in season 1 so you're all warned!
Chapter: Fast forward
It always went after siblings….always. While it easily could take just one, it had to take the rest of the kids too. There was just something delicious about seeing the despair on a parents face when it became clear that not one but all of their children would die and there would be nobody but the adults left behind. Looking across the parking lot of a motel it smiled, seeing his next two victims and their dad walking towards their room. They were perfect.
The youngest one had drawn it in, having an alluring aura of innocence and darkness tangled together. It licked its lips in anticipation. That one would be truly divine as would be the pain the dad would emit. He looked like a tough man but o, he would break so beautiful when he would realise the kid would die…it shivered in delight. Just then the other kid entered its vision and it had to suppress a small groan. It didn't like this one: there was something seriously wrong with that kid. The aura just….it shivered again, but this time not in delight….it shivered with fear. The aura of this child was disturbing. Never in its entire existence had it seen such a thing and that scared it, because it was old…very, very old. But suddenly it narrowed its eyes in thought '.. perhaps..perhaps it should do things differently this time. Yes, that was probably the wisest thing to do. Nodding its head it slipped into the darkness, already making news plans that included, waiting for daddy dearest and the oldest boy to leave the youngest one alone. Giving it the opportunity to suck the little child dry before just strangling the oldest one. Because even if it didn't want to suck the kid dry it couldn't let it stay alive now could it??
And with those thoughts it disappeared in the night.
Castiel's wings were trembling with rage. How on earth could his daughter have fallen in love with such a...a....argh throwing his arms in the air Castiel decided that there was no words to describe John Winchester. Because what kind of man..hunter...father would hunt something that sucked the life essence of children with his own ones unguarded? Well, and with this thought Castiel wings once again trembled, not completely unguarded. After all John had left the safety of his youngest child in the hands of his other child! A child that really could not be blamed for the fact that he was a child and therefore sometimes acted like one!
Hiding himself in the corner of the room and seeing John Winchester holding Sam while looking at Dean like that.........it was all Castiel could do as to not attack the man. Looking at Dean, who manfully tried to repress his tears, he felt his heart break and his prior reasoning crumbling. He may have once said that he would never break the rules but looking at his grandson right now?? He knew hat he would break them all if he could spare Dean this particular pain.
TBC...
Now before you'll say: how can you write such a thing about John.......he was a hero! Hear me out ok? I love the character John but I had some severe problems with him in this particular episode. Because hello!!! John is a seasoned hunter and then he leaves two children alone while hunting something that kills children? Come on, he could have left them with father Jim (what he later did!) and what if Dean hadn't played a game but had decided to go to bed? Changes were that he would have been the victim! So there was absolutely no reason for John to be disappointed in Dean when he himself failed every step of the way and o yeah he didn't even put protective signs on the floor!
