Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Winchester men, nor do I own Supernatural. I just dabble in the arts with the men.
Hunted
John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.
Chapter three:
Two days after his fight with Sam when John had told him, "If you go, you can just stay gone." Two days after Sam had walked out and left, John had driven down to Stanford and made a few contacts at the school. One of them was with the security company that patrolled the grounds, another was a grounds keeper and the third was a professor of ancient histories. All of them were willing to help keep him up to date with what was happening with his estranged son.
In this way John knew many things about his young sons' life at Stanford. He knew about the problems Sam had trying to fit in with the other students when he first arrived. He knew the excellent grades his son received. He knew when Sam started seeing Jessica. When he was told that Sam had been shopping for wedding rings John had made the trip to Stanford just to see the girl. He watched his son and the girl who reminded him of Mary from across the floor of the night club they frequented. John knew Sam was happy and he wished he could tell his son he was proud of him and happy for him, but he couldn't.
John was at a motel in Arizona early Monday morning when he received the first phone call from Stanford. By the time the third call came in he was on his knees sobbing for the heartache and despair that his young son was now faced with. He wanted so badly to call and tell him how sorry he was, but he had already put his children in too much danger. He had to be strong and protect them the only way he knew how. With his continued absence, but dear God in heaven he wanted nothing more then to take his son into his arms and hug him. He really had missed the boy.
Much later, when he was able get his emotions back under control he made the necessary phone calls to find out exactly what had happened to his son. That was when he realized he had made the correct decision in abandoning his children. Because the only reason Sam was still alive was the way he had manipulated them into searching for him. Had he not done so, then Dean would not have been there to pull Sam out of the fire and they would have lost him the same way they lost his mother.
Armed with the firm belief that he was doing the right thing John was able to continue the search for the demon that had killed his wife and his future daughter-in-law. And now the war had truly begun. Blood had been spilled on both sides and John was determined to take down this bad ass son of bitch if it was the last thing he ever did.
He was currently in a small town in Arizona where he suspected the demon had killed a family just a little over a month ago. What had attracted his interest was the fact that the infant that had died had been exactly six months old on the night of the fire, the same as Sammy. The child's mother had died in the nursery with the child, though under unusual circumstances, the same as Mary. It didn't take him long to find out that she had been pinned to the ceiling by an unknown force prior to her death. The locals were a bit shaken up by what had occurred, especially after the cattle mutilations the week before.
John spent two days in that tiny little town looking into the history of the family. Other than the age of the infant and the way the mother died he found no similarities between them and his family.
He went to the ranch where the cattle had been mutilated and spoke with the owner of the cattle. The owner was glad to talk to someone who didn't think he was crazy. He took John to the field where the event had taken place. He showed him the spot were each of the cattle had their hearts ripped out of their chests. There were no signs that any of them struggled in the least, it was as though they all simply stood still and allowed someone to reach in with a clawed hand and pull out the life giving organ.
The man provided John with a few photos he had taken. John noticed something the owner had not yet realized. There was no blood on or near any of the six cattle that had died. John asked if it had rained that day, perhaps rain had washed away the blood. But the owner assured him it did not rain. In fact there was a storm, an electrical storm, but only thunder and lighting. No rain. John asked the rancher if that had he'd ever happened in the area before. The man assured him it had not.
John went to the local library and used one of their computers. He searched cattle mutilations in the Lawrence area and found that indeed there had been the same such attack on cattle at a ranch in the area. John packed his bags into his truck and headed for his hometown in Kansas. He had some questions that needed to be answered.
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