Why were the boys collecting so many souls?

John stared at the marked map as if it had any kind of answers that would reveal themselves to him if he just looked long enough.

The boys had increased in collecting souls, that much was certain. They weren't even trying to be subtle about it anymore either, small buildings and areas being burned down and bodies found ripped open.

The police would never know it but their souls were gone too. Collected into a jar for his sons to have and...do what with?

That was the whole big question that he had no idea where to begin to answer. What were the boys planning to use the souls for?

Bobby came into the room, rubbing at the back of his neck looking lost and drained. John glanced at him, feeling his stomach drop at the look on his face.

"How's Jo?" he asked lowly, barely remembering. He had been so caught up with the whole thing with his sons that he hadn't had a chance to really talk to the kid.

If she even wanted to talk to him, he had a feeling that she didn't want to have anything to do with him because of Sam and Dean.

"Not good." Bobby answered, shaking his head. "Had to give her something to calm her down, she's been...not good." he finished lamely.

She had been inconsolable when the boys had taken Ellen. She had downright broke down when Ellen did not return, didn't return her phone calls, and worse…

When the police found her body.

Unlike the others, the boys didn't burn her to ashes. Didn't try to hide what they had done. Didn't even bother to hide anything.

The evidence was all there, they had tortured her for hours before dealing with the final blow. The cuts and the depths and the blood, oh the blood.

Bobby had pulled every string he had and used his best fake identifications to try to claim the body before Jo could see it. Officer Mills, who already hates and suspects him to some sort of degree, barely bought the excuse of being her cousin but definitely bought the whole 'claiming her so that her daughter wouldn't'.

The problem was that there was no hiding what had happened to her. There was no disguising the wounds and cuts, all he could do was clean the blood off of her and use bandages senselessly to at least try to cover them so that Jo didn't see. It looked more like a monster, like the demons that the boys were made of, would do before any other being.

Not that it meant anything, Jo had collapsed the moment she saw her mother's body, sobbing and screaming, clinging to her, begging and pleading escaping her lips.

They barely managed to pry her away so that they could wrap Ellen up and burn her properly, give her a hunter burial. Something they weren't able to give to Bill.

But the worst part was knowing that it had been Sam and Dean, and most likely it had been them for Bill too.

Which meant that Bill and Ellens souls weren't at peace, that they were jarred up and contained with all the others.

To be used for only the boys knew why.

"At this point all we can do is find those two and get their souls back, make sure they're really at peace." Bobby said. "John, you know that Jo's not going to just...be able to let them go."

"And I can't let her hurt them." John said, turning back to the map. "Despite everything...they're my sons."

"They're pretty adamant that they're not." Bobby said, his voice firming over. "And John, you don't have that claim, they don't want you to have that claim. And quite frankly, you shouldn't want that claim either."

John didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the map.

"John snap out of it." Bobby said, smacking his arm. "They ain't human, they don't give a damn. And honestly? They need to be put down."

John closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. "I know," he whispered. "But...they're my sons. I can't just...not again."

"You had no problem doing it before, years ago." Bobby half snapped at him. "So get your head back on your shoulders. They've killed people, they've killed multiple people. They killed two of our friends. Their daughter is drugged upstairs so that she could sleep."

"You need to figure out which side you're on Winchester." Bobby told him. "And you need to figure out fast."

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