Kill or Be Killed
By: chocolate rules
Epilogue:
Part 1
Reminisce
John entered his home late the next morning. The boys had had a long day the previous night, and so he expected them to still be sleeping gracefully.
Walking into their room, he was not disappointed.
Most nights, Sam would wake up and crawl in bed with Dean. They'd been doing that since Sammy learned to walk. Before that, Dean would wake up and crawl into Sammy's crib.
Last night however, Dean seemed to return to his old ways. He was settled comfortable on Sam's bed with Sam sleeping directly on top of him. The bed covers over them both and safely sleeping.
Hopefully peacefully dreaming.
John stepped into the room and walked over towards his two most precious creations. His little Sammy was growing bigger and stronger every time he saw the boy. Must be hell on Dean!, he thought. The realization behind that made him sigh. Poor Dean. Still a little toddler in his eyes. A toddler that he had handed a baby over too and had yet to take back.
A toddler raising a baby. What was he thinking?
But they had turned out alright. He hoped Mary would be proud. Dean did a really good job at raising Sammy. Hell, raising himself while he was at it too. And John had let him. And would have to keep letting him.
He couldn't just take the thirteen year old and pretend like everything was fine. Like the boy would listen to him. He sure as hell didn't now. John couldn't even imagine trying to tell the boy that he'd have to head into everything that John told him. Talk about an argument.
But, that wasn't important now. Sammy was important.
God! What had gotten in to that kid! How the hell did he get so screwed up! Why did he get into that thing!
But, no matter what he told the kid, it would be Dean that he would listen to. Like always.
And so, the future punishment would have to come from Dean. So, he'd have to talk with Dean first. See where he stood on the matter. He knew that Dean didn't want to cause the boy anymore pain, but something had to be done.
John sat on Dean's bed for a few minutes longer, watching and listening to his boys sleep. So young and yet, they had seen too much.
With a heavy sigh, John stood up, and took the one step towards the other bed. He slide away Sammy's long bangs and placed a kiss on his exposed forehead. Then, he placed a similar kiss on Dean and walked out the room into his own.
