"You told him that your wife and kid was possessed?" Bobby asked, staring at the other man. "Why the hell did you lie?"
John didn't look at him, focused on the bottle of beer in his hand. "It's what I tell everyone." he said quietly. "It's easier to."
Bobby snorted, leaning back in his seat. "So you'd rather just lie about it to anyone that'll listen."
"You want me to tell the truth?" John asked, looking up to glare at him. "You want me to tell people that I was that bad of a hunter that I never realized that my wife was a demon for years? That I had a kid with a demon?"
"Demons have a habit of lying and twisting things around, seducing people to do what they want." Bobby told him. "No one would blame you."
"Yeah but they'd blame me for bringing a kid into it too." John said shaking his head. "Bobby it's not something I like to talk about."
Bobby stared at him and then shook his head. "Your wife was a demon." he said softly. "I might not be able to relate entirely but I can on a smaller level."
"Bobby." John said tiredly. "I fell in love with a demon for years. We lived together for years. I would go out on hunts in secret and be terrified that she'd find out somehow. We had a...a kid." his voice broke on that word as he remembered Dean, precious Dean, his baby boy.
Or at least he thought was his baby boy. The reality was a lot more horrible.
To come to the realization and understanding that your wife is a demon. Not possessed, not corrupted, a one hundred percent demon for years. That the kid you had with said demon was also a demon. That the demon had used you and had most likely been laughing at your naivety.
He thought about them every damn day of his life ever since then. He remembered seeing Mary running away from him, eyes black. He remembered seeing those same black eyes on Dean as she grabbed him.
John sighed and drained his glass, reaching for the bottle to refill it.
Dean would be about twenty six now, a grown man. Sometimes during the nights when he couldn't sleep, when his nightmares were curling around him, he thought about his son. Thought about what he would look like, thought about what he would be like.
Dean as a kid was, and maybe he was biased but it was the truth, a beautiful child. He was loving and caring and beautiful, his wide green eyes were always alight and he could sometimes barely stay in one place for too long, always too eager to please and learn.
But everything about him had been washed away in seconds. Everything that his son had been destroyed due to the black eyes that had suddenly appeared and took over. He had thought that it was possession and had been more than ready to perform an exorcism, but Mary had come running, throwing herself at Dean.
With black eyes of her own.
The hints had been there but it was something that he had either not noticed or ignored completely. How she stayed away from silver products, most of the food they ate had no salt. When Dean had been born and the priest had come into the room to offer his church for a baptism Mary had all but snarled at him to get out of the hospital room.
They never attended church or stepped onto holy ground. Their wedding was a small ceremony, his family and a handful of friends that they had, her family had been dead for years, at city hall. His mother had suggested having a priest but Mary protested, saying that she had no desire for religion in her life whatsoever and John had been so damn blind, so damn in love that he was willing to agree with her on whatever she wanted so long as at the end of the day, she became Mary Winchester.
He tried to step away from hunting but every now and then he had to go, was called for help or something was close enough that he couldn't ignore. He kept his bag of weaponry and supplies hidden in the deepest corner of his side of the closet and even when it made him want to throw up he lied to her about what he was doing, citing going out and fishing with the boys or something similar.
John stared into the depths of his glass, the amber liquid reflecting back at him. "I just wish that the demons left their bodies, so that I could burn them." he whispered. "I just wish that I could have that closure."
"Well you have no idea where they went." Bobby said unhelpfully. "Hell they might even be using their bodies still."
John flinched at the thought, trying not to think that if Dean was still being used as a vessel, would that keep him as a child since the demon kept them in stasis? Or would the demon be able to make him grow as time passed?
And if he did run into them, did happen to find the demons that possessed his family, or worse was still possessing them?
What the hell was he supposed to do?
Upstairs Sam was sitting on the bed given to him with a small radio, fingers lightly playing with the dial. Johns and Bobby's voices were coming from the radio, a small simple spell to connect the radio downstairs to the one he had so that he could listen in.
His eyes narrowed as the two men spoke, lip curling upwards in disgust when it went onto the subject of John's old wife. He fought the urge to break something as he listened but maintained his control and composure.
"Knew it." he muttered under his breath when John said he had. "He did try to hurt them. Fucker." he added, feeling as if Dean would be saying that if he was here.
Sam turned the radio off and slid it back under the bed, not wanting to listen anymore. He laid back down on the bed, knowing that he wasn't going to go to sleep tonight just like the other nights.
He and Dean needed to find a way to finish this, he had no desire to be so close to the man anymore. Through the walls he could hear Ellen in the other room, talking to someone on the phone, someone she was calling Jo and from the sound of it, it seemed to be her daughter.
Sam remembered the pictures he and Dean had burned when they destroyed Bill Harvelle and smiled, eyes flickering to black.
I do not own Supernatural.
276/365
I do take requests so if you have requests you can send them to me.
