John Winchester had never believed in ghosts, goblins and things that went bump in the night. So it was understandable that he was having a problem understanding what had happened a week ago. It was understandable that he wanted to be left alone right now. Mary was dead and John still couldn't make sense of what happened that night.
John took another long swallow from the bottle of beer he had been nursing. His mind did not want to accept the reality that he had seen that night. Mary pinned to the ceiling surrounded by flames. There was no way he could get to her and he had to think about Dean and little Sammy, he couldn't let them lose both of their parents although leaving Mary was the hardest thing he had ever done.
Later as he sat in the back of the ambulance breathing Oxygen through a mask he had looked up at the window of Sam's nursery and seen the shadow of a man even though he knew it was impossible. And he had also seen yellow eyes starting back at him. Those eyes had been haunting his nightmares ever since.
A hungry wail from the other room caught his attention. Looking at his watch he realized that Sam must have been awake for while and Dean had taken it on himself to entertain his brother. Titled the bottle swallowing the last of the beer. What he really wanted was a good belt of whiskey but that would have to wait until later. Going to the refrigerator he took out one of the bottles he kept prepared and stuck it in the microwave to warm.
Checking the temperature he made his way into the other room and lifted Sammy up from the playpen. John's nose told him that Sammy wasn't just hungry, he needed a diaper change.
Dean looked up at his father as John cradled Sam and carried him over to the couch. "Hey tiger, go grab Sammy's diaper bag for me would you? I think Sammy needs a little clean up."
Dean ran over to the corner as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him and came back just as John was finishing untaping the sides of the soiled diaper.
"Sammy pooped his pants." Dean giggled.
"Well that's because he's not a big boy yet." John said. "Not like you." John said as he finished securing the clean diaper. Lifting the bottle he held it smiling when Sammy latched onto the rubber nipple. Standing up he looked down at Dean. "Let's go get you some dinner too, okay?"
John watched as Dean skipped into the kitchen and scrambled up on a chair. "How about Spaghetti-o's? Then after you eat, you and Sammy can watch a little TV before bed. The A Team is on tonight."
"Yes! I like The A-Team." Dean said bouncing in his seat.
"Alright then, one plate of Spaghetti-O's coming right up!" John said.
John tucked the blanket around Dean and checked one more time to see that Sammy was comfortable in the little portable crib before pulling the door almost closed and returning to the living room, and letting his thoughts go back to the night of Mary's death. Those yellow eyes would not leave him. John Winchester had served in Vietnam, he didn't rattle easy, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Yellow Eyes wasn't done with them yet.
Picking up the phonebook he turned to the page that listed Psychics. John had never believed but sometimes belief was forced on you. Picking up the phone he dialed a number.
"Hello, my name is John Winchester and I'm not really sure how this works but I'm hoping that you could make some time to see me tomorrow, Miss Mosely. I think something is after my boys."