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Chapter Ten: Insane Truths

John had woken with a start, images from the previous night pounding in his head as his heart followed the example in his chest. He threw back the covers and practically leaped from the bed. He saw his wife's bloodstained nightgown lying on top of the hamper but paid it little attention as he rushed out of the room and into Sammy's nursery. It was empty. John scanned the room but found nothing out of place. No dead body. Not even any blood on the floor from the man or Dean. It was as if nothing bad had ever happened in the house. But Mary's nightgown and his own memories told a very different story.

John walked downstairs and he could hear voices coming from the dining room. As he drew closer, he could make out the voices as those of Dean, Mary, and the man from last night. What the hell was he still doing here? John didn't like him. Sure, he'd somehow healed Dean but since that in of itself was impossible, it made him incredibly wary of the trench coat wearing man. Besides, the guy was calling himself an angel, so he was obviously either lying or was delusional. Add that to the fact that he'd somehow knocked John out, and the ex-marine was not a fan of the newcomer. And it was troubling that Dean seemed to know the stranger. Was the guy some kind of pedophile or something? If so, John would kill him.

As he reached the doorway, he heard Mary say that she didn't want him to know something.

"Never wanted me to know what?" He asked. Everyone turned to stare at him. "And what the hell is he still doing here?" John pointed at the man who was standing close to Dean. And speaking of Dean, since when had his son worn his hair so short?

"Dad, it's okay. Cas is fine. He's an angel, remember?"

"Get away from my son. What are you, some sort of pervert?"

"No, I have already told you that I'm an angel."

"Yeah, sure you are." John growled out taking a step towards them.

"John, please. Castiel is here to help." Mary walked to him and put up her hand to stop him from getting any closer to the man.

"Mary, you can't really believe that this man is an angel, can you?"

"Then you explain how he brought Dean back from the dead. Our son was dead, John. You saw it for yourself. And Castiel healed him and brought him back to life. So, if he's not an angel, then how did he do it?"

And there it was. The question that John could not answer. "I don't know but…"

"Please John, just listen. There's a lot of things that you don't know about and now you're going to need to know.

"What are you talking about?"

"If you give us a moment, we can tell you." Dean commented.

John turned to him, remembering how strange his son had acted the previous night. He'd thought maybe it had been from shock, but the boy seemed calm enough now. Too calm for a four year old who'd been killed just hours ago.

"What's wrong with Dean? He's not acting like himself." Then he looked pointedly at the child. "And I don't appreciate his tone."

Dean smirked at him.

"That will be explained too." Mary assured him. "Just let me talk and don't interrupt please. First off, my parents didn't die of heart attacks. I mean, the likelihood that they'd both die the same night of natural causes is… well, I'm surprised you believed that. But I guess you had no reason not to. But they were actually killed by a demon."

John opened his mouth to tell her that there was no such thing, but then closed it again. He was going to let her finish her bizarre story before letting her know that she was crazy. Of course, he couldn't deny that it had seemed odd that her parents had both died on the same night. The night that she'd seemed scared and begged him to take her away. And he'd had some kind of black out that night and had awoken to find that her dad had died just a few feet away and had blood all over his shirt. Mary said he'd landed on something sharp when the heart attack had occurred but wouldn't let him get a closer look at the body. So, maybe there was a bit more to that story than what he'd been told.

"And yes, demons do exist. And so do ghosts, zombies, werewolves, and a bunch of other creatures that are considered merely myths or legends. I know this because my father hunted them. It was his life's work and he raised me to know how to hunt too. But I didn't want to do it anymore. It was too much and I just wanted a safe, nice life with you. That's why I asked to run away with you. I wanted to get out. But apparently fate won't let me. The man who killed Dean last night was the same demon. He was coming for Sammy and Dean tried to protect him. I got in the room too late to save Dean but I killed the demon with a very special gun that legend says can kill anything. Then Castiel brought Dean back to us." There was a very awkward pause. "And I know this is a lot to take in but it's all true."

John tried to comprehend all that he'd just been told. It was ridiculous. Just completely nuts. But Mary was looking at him so seriously and with a look in her eyes just begging him to believe her. He almost wished that he could.

"No, that's just crazy. And you shouldn't be saying these things in front of Dean."

"Dude, I know more about this crap than she does." Dean muttered under his breath.

"Dean Winchester, you watch your mouth!" John scolded.

"Learned it from you." The boy responded with a shrug.

John turned to his wife to avoid completely losing his temper with the boy. "So then, what's wrong with Dean?"

"Uh… that's a little harder to explain."

"Harder to explain that demons and angels?"

"Actually, yes."

"I got this one, Mom." Dean spoke up.

John approached the table and sat down opposite his son. "What is up with you, Dean?"

"I'm from the future. Actually, from an alternate future. And yeah, I know, you think that I'm nuts-o too, but hear me out. Mom was supposed to die last night. The demon came here hoping to infect Sammy with his blood and Mom was going to walk in on it and get killed. The demon would've burned our house down. You gave Sammy to me and told me to take him from the house. It was far too late for you to save Mom, and you fled too. The police ruled the fire and Mom's death an accident but you knew better. You searched until you discovered the truth about the supernatural. And then you hunted. You tracked down every creature you could and made them pay for the death of your wife while you desperately searched for her killer. And you taught me to hunt too. By the age of seven I was an excellent marksman and knew more about the paranormal than I knew about reading, writing, and arithmetic. We traveled from one skeezy motel to the next and I watched out for Sammy and raised him while you ganked every piece of crap creature we could track down. And when Sam learned the truth, you pushed him into hunting too. And it all came to head when I was twenty-six and you finally came face to face with the demon. And when the dust settled, you were dead. Sammy and I, we kept on hunting. And a year later I killed that yellow eyed demon bastard. But not before his little super powered soldier killed Sam. And I sold my soul to bring him back."

"Dean…" Mary started to say something, but Dean shot her a humorless smile that looked out of place on his childish face.

"Hey, if I don't tell him, Cas will."

"Your father will need to know just as much as your mom." Castiel spoke up.

"See." Dean rolled his eyes before continuing. "Anyway, a year later I was dragged to Hell and a while after that Cas here dragged my ass back out. But the apocalypse started and things went downhill. And then the world was ready to end, and everyone I ever knew who wasn't an angel in a trench coat was dead, and I was dying." Mary let out a gasp and John assumed that she hadn't been told everything that Dean was saying now. "So, Cas offered to send me back here to prevent all of this from happening by killing Azazel before he got to Sammy or Mom. Except he didn't say that I'd be in my four year old body." The last line was said pointedly to Castiel.

"I did say you'd have to grow up here."

"Hey, I was bleeding to death. Excuse the hell out of me if I didn't pick up on cryptic angel speak."

"I was not trying to be cryptic, Dean."

"Okay, enough!" John cut them off. He had the feeling that the two of them could continue back and forth for quite some time if they weren't interrupted.

Silence descended on the room as John thought over what he'd been told. It was crazy. But then again, so was the fact that his son had been killed and brought back to life the night before. And he certainly did sound more like an adult than a child… no. What the hell was wrong with him that he'd even consider this nonsense? But still, if he chose to not believe his wife and son, that meant that he'd have to explain this all some other way. He looked at Mary who was looking at him with a somewhat sad expression. And then he looked at Dean, who was looking at him semi-defiantly, as though challenging him to disagree. And John really wanted to do just that. And not just because the idea that supernatural creatures and angels and demons existed was completely insane but because he couldn't believe that he'd do the things that Dean had said he did. Or would. The idea that he'd teach a seven year old to use guns and leave him to raise his baby brother made him sick. As did the idea of his first born son suffering through the things he'd claimed to have lived through. And Sammy… The baby was but six months old and John felt such love towards him that he never wanted him to know any kind of hardship. So, no. None of what Mary and Dean had said could possibly be true.

"They speak the truth." Castiel informed him.

"What, you reading my mind?"

"No. But it is clear that you are in denial."

"I know that this is a lot to take in." Mary repeated in a soft, reassuring voice. "But you need to believe us."

John felt himself shaking his head as his mind tried desperately to reject everything he'd been told. But part of him trusted Mary and couldn't dismiss her out of hand. But still…

"Perhaps you just need some time to…" Castiel started to say.

"You are not an angel, nor do I welcome you into my house, so you can shut up!" John yelled. He was not sure what to think, do, or say. And, in times like this, he got frustrated. Often that frustration became anger. And if he had to shout at someone, the intruder in their house was a good person to take everything out on.

"Don't you talk to Cas like that!" Dean's voice was low and dangerous and completely different than anything John had ever heard come from his son's mouth.

"Are you really going to talk back to me?" John's voice was just as low and dangerous.

"You know what? For once in my life, I am going to talk back to you, sir."

John's fists clenched. He would never hit the boy, but every muscle in his body was demanding him to punch something.

"Watch your tone, Dean."

"Dad, I know this is hard to accept, but everything we said is true. I know you don't wanna believe it and you're pissed because all this crap is out of your control and you're nothing if not a control freak, but don't take it out on us. You're a smart man, Dad, so think it over. And while you're at it, chill out."

John felt like the entire world had become a strange funhouse mirror version of reality. He couldn't even form words to respond to Dean. But he was saved from it by a knock on the door.

As he left the room, John heard Dean mutter "Well, that went well."

He ignored the comment as he walked to the front door, unlocked it, and swung it open. A young woman, probably in her early twenties, stood there with a shy smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of black stretch pants, an oversized purple and black sweater, and a pair of running shoes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a loose braid.

"Can I help you?" John asked.

"Uh, that depends. Is this the Winchester home?"

"Yeah, why? We're not interested in buying anything or changing religions if that's what you're here about."

"Oh, no. I'm not here for that. I just have some business with your family."

John felt warning bells start to go off in his head. But the woman was short and thin and couldn't possibly pose a threat to him. "What kind of business?"

"Revenge."

"What?"

"You see, my father was killed here last night. So now, you and your entire family will die."

John was about to warn her that he'd call the police when he found himself thrown to the ground. Which was strange because he could've sworn that she hadn't even laid a hand on him. John looked up as the woman walked into his house. She no longer seemed shy or harmless. And her eyes were pitch black.

Author's Note Part Two: Hahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Yay! Okay, I'm calm now... until someone shows up at my house to kill me for this... Hope you all enjoyed. Please take a moment to leave a review. The Winchesters' lives may depend on it...