Winchester Fate
John stares at his handwriting in his journal. His torn heart wants revenge, seeks to protect his sleeping sons from the monster under the bed and all its brethren. So much evil. Yet the one he needs to kill, the yellow-eyed demon, remains out of his reach. His hunt for it though yields more questions than answers. On some nights it wears him down… until he finds another clue to push him onwards.
His eyes cloud over in memory of the fire which destroyed his life. Oh sure, he's survived it, but the truth is that he is only fighting on for his boys. He's all they have left since their mother got killed.
John finishes his entry. He can't bear it to rest or sleep tonight. Sees far too many shadows around them. Once he would have chalked them up as figments of his imagination, but no longer.
Innocence. He's forgotten what it feels like. Sees it though in Sam, even when he shouldn't be fooled by it any longer. Is what he learned true? Can it be that it is his youngest whom the monster truly wanted? An invisible darkness lurks in his son's veins. Evil waiting to hatch. John can't conceive what it means, not yet. Can't believe it… refuses to. No, it doesn't make any sense! Why Sammy?
He ditches his pen to wander back through his journal and life. Each page holds clues about the fate of his family within. Can he even protect Sam? Is he supposed to?
Standing up John on automatic rights the blanket over his still fragile, sleeping boy. Fate be damned! First and foremost, he is a father. For his boys he will go to hell and back. Nothing any demon or monster can do about it to stop him.
