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Hunted

John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.

Chapter One:

John Winchester was tired. In fact, he was more than tired, he was bone weary exhausted and it was his own damn fault. Hiding from his sons was a lot more difficult then he thought it would be. They had nearly found him four times in the past month alone. He had taught his boys all he knew about hunting and they learned well, especially his oldest son Dean. He was so damn proud of them.

His youngest boy Sam would have been even better then his brother if he had just put a bit of effort into it, but back then he was not really interested in hunting. It wasn't his fault he was only six months old when his mother died. He didn't have the memory of that night to spur him into the business like John and Dean. But, now he had his own reason for hunting and John wished he could have spared his young son that pain. He had tried, but he didn't know who the demon was targeting until it was too late.

Dean had only been four when his mother died, but it had had a profound affect on him. John suspected that his oldest son had always believed it was his fault that she had perished. The worst part about that was that is was his fault Dean felt that way. He still remembered it, he would always remember it. That day Dean wanted to go to work with is father and John had told him, "You take care of little Sammy and your Mom, that's your job sport!" That day John had made his first big mistake with his son, and it had started so innocently. How could John have known the child would take it so seriously, he was only four?

John had tried to tell Dean it wasn't his fault his mother died, but even at that age Dean had taken his responsibilities earnestly and nothing he said mollified the child.

For months after Mary died Dean didn't speak a word to anyone. Then he made his second biggest mistake with his oldest son, because he was worried about him. He had tried everything to get him to talk until finally he was so frustrated at his own inadequacies as a father that he sat Dean on his lap and told him, "You mother would want you to be brave son." Dean had sat on his lap and thought about what his father had said and then he replied, "Yes sir, she would." John had nearly burst into tears when he heard his son speaking to him. It wasn't until several years latter that he realized his mistake.

The loss of his mother had also instilled in the boy a very deep sense of family. He had always helped Mary take care of Sammy and when she was gone he tried to take over the task, in fact he had done his best, at four years old to take care of his grieving father as well. John thought it was helping Dean to be so involved in the care of his brother. But that was another mistake on his part. John had made so many mistakes with his boys.

Dean, at age four had learned to take care of his family. He also learned at the same tender age that the loss of someone in his family was something he never wanted to go through again and John knew that was the reason he was so tired. He son was like a pit bull when it came to taking care of his family and as far as he was concerned if his father was missing, then he needed to be found and taken care of.

John could sympathize with the boy, but he could not allow himself to be found by his sons. He was finally closing in on the demon that had killed Mary. Unfortunately the demon was aware of the hunt and it had its own allies trying to stop him. They had caught him once and it was pure luck that Dean had been down in New Orleans on a solo job and Sam had been at Stanford.

The demons had told him, in great detail, what they intended to do to his children. When he escaped he had decided he couldn't allow that to happen. He was marked now by the demons and if he stayed to long in any one place they would find him. Anytime he was with his children they would be in mortal danger and he could not, would not, allow them to be caught in the middle of this war. After watching Mary die in such a horrible way he knew he could not watch it take his children too.

And so John had been running and hiding from both his children and the demons that were after him. And by far it was more difficult to hide from his sons.

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