It took a few moments for Sam's words to properly register in his head. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the boy, the man, as two parts of him warred inside his mind and body.
He had watched the kid back at Bobbys when he had played them. Played them expertly to such a degree that three hunters couldn't see through him. The Sam Wesson that he had seen was skittish and scared, terrified of the new world he was in and searching desperately for guidance.
The kid, the man he corrected himself once more, was staring at him with an air of confidence and assurance. As if he had John in the palm of his hand, another pawn on the chessboard, and had the whole power that was necessary to come out on top no matter what.
A small part of him was proud, he couldn't help it.
John swallowed hard, staring at Sam who just met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
"Should I use smaller words or is it just the concussion making you slow?" he asked, his voice still sounded so young yet so certain and in its own way smooth.
"Is she okay?" John managed to get out. "She...you two…"
Sam's face soured over and he moved to open the passengers door, slipping out of the car. John fumbled for a moment before doing the same, getting out not wanting to let the other man out of his sight.
Sam placed his arms on top of the car, leaning against it. "Stop talking about her." he told him. "Because from what I was told, you tried to kill her."
"I panicked. All I saw was black eyes on my wife and my son, I was a hunter. My mind jumped to the worst." John said, trying to get the words out. "You think that I haven't regretted that? You think I didn't want to find her and talk to her?"
"No, you just put out an APB on a woman and her child so that she couldn't move around anywhere safely." Sam said with a shrug. "I don't care, at least not at this moment. Like I said, our mom wants to talk to you but you're going to tell her no."
"And why would I do that?" John asked, straightening himself and pushing his shoulders back to try to make himself look just a bit bigger.
"Because you don't deserve to talk to her." Sam told him. "Because she's been through enough because of you and you don't have the right to have anything to do with her ever again."
"I want to talk to her too." John told him, straining slightly as he walked around the car to try to get closer to him. Sam, in turn, started to walk around the car as well to keep the distance between them. "Every time I've managed to capture a demon, every time I managed to get an ear down, I always asked about her. No demon would tell me anything."
"Because you don't deserve to know." Sam repeated. "Winchester. Get it through your head. You fucked up. You damned us. And now you want to, what? Apologize and hope that's enough? Try to be a 'family'? That's long past."
John stared at him helplessly. "I can't agree to that." he said hoarsely. "I want to talk to her too. I've been wanting to talk to her for years."
"That's not my problem." Sam said simply. "I'm just here to deliver the threat. No talking to mom."
"A threat means that you have something to use against me." John said. "What exactly else can you take from me?"
Sam stared at him and raised his hand, snapping his fingers and immediately John buckled as he felt his ribs snap one by one, coughing up blood.
"You've got nothing left other than your life." Sam told him, slowly walking around the car to get closer to him. His index finger twitched and a scream was caught in his throat as he felt the broken ribs press threateningly into his lungs. "And your life is being ticked down, second by second. Dean and I are saving it for a special day that those little bits of sand run out."
"Then why the hell won't you do it?" John managed to snarl out, hunched over on the ground and glaring at the other man. "Just do it. Kill me already."
Sam stared down at him disinterestedly. "You have another use or two for us." he told him. "As much as I don't want it to, you're important enough to keep alive. For now." he snapped his fingers and John breathed in deeply as his ribs fixed themselves.
His fingers curled into his palm as he breathed heavily, slowly getting back onto his feet as Sam walked backwards away from him.
"But I'm a nice guy. So I'll give you a little something." Sam said. "Three questions. I'll answer three questions, whichever ones you want, but once we're done, you stay away from our mother and if she tries to contact you, you ignore her."
"Three questions is not worth not talking to her." John said. "But it's like you said. All I got is my life and you're right. You can torture me, you can make me scream, I don't doubt that you can. But that's it, that's all you got because that's all I got."
"I could also put a spell on you so that you'll be in untold agony for the rest of your days until you kill yourself." Sam pointed out. "I'm half demon but I'm really good at spellwork, just ask Jo."
John stared at him trying to find the right words to say. "If Mary wants to talk to me, why are you so against it?" he asked. "You weren't even born when it happened."
Sam's face darkened and his eyes flickered slightly, just a hint of black in them. "We're trying to protect her." he told him. "She was dead, dead, for years because of a hunter. We have no desire to put her in the same room as a hunter who had tried to hurt her before."
"I'm not going to hurt her," John started to say before he was telepathically shoved back against his car.
"I'm going to have the habit of not believing you." Sam told him. He stared at him for a moment before a corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk before he gave a grimace, eyes closing and hand coming up to rub the side of his head. When he opened his eyes they were black and John had to push down the fear and adrenaline from that sight.
"Have to go home." Sam said, a tinge of annoyance and even slight fear in his voice. "This conversation is over. Don't talk to my mother, don't reach out to her. And don't-" he stopped talking and closing his eyes, his entire body tense, teeth gritting. "I'm coming, I'm coming." he glared at John for a moment longer before he disappeared, leaving him alone.
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