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 five
John was hurt but not too bad. He drove north for a little over an hour before stopping at some dirt bag motel in Malaga New Mexico. The room had all the requirements bed, shower and phone and that was all he needed. He grabbed two duffle bags from the back of the truck one, the small one, contained clothes and a first aid kit. The other was weapons and other things he might need to defend himself. From now on, he didn't go anywhere unprepared.
Only after he salted the window and door did he feel comfortable enough to take a much needed shower. He was glad to find the water pressure was more then adequate to help relieve some of the tension that had built in his neck and back. However, when the spray struck the side of his head he was quickly reminded that he needed to check how bad the damage was.
He was very lucky, that much he knew for sure. Three demons, even lesser demons as they had been, were nothing to laugh about. The damn thing that killed Mary was serious in its attempts to get him. One thing he was sure about now though was that it seemed to want him alive, not dead. Those three could have easily killed him. He spent a good twenty minutes outside working on his truck before he even entered the store. That would have been plenty of time set up an ambush that would have seen the end of John Winchester. Instead they opted for a confrontation where they could have taken him alive. John wasn't scared of much but being taken alive by that demon would scare the hell out of him.
The hot water and pressure from the shower had caused his head to start bleeding again. It took three butterfly tapes to close the wound and he had a horrid looking bruise from his sideburn to his left eye. He didn't think anything was broken, but it had been a close call. His back had several scrapes and cuts crisscrossing it and some bruising along his shoulders but nothing that needed any special attention. Normally Dean would have done the patch work on him and it just reminded him how much he missed his boys.
When Sammy had left for Stanford it had taken a long time for him to get over loosing his young son. Sure they had fought all the time, but that didn't mean he didn't love his son. What it meant was that they were both stubborn and hard headed. It meant that John was so set in his ways he was clueless how to change. He knew that some how he had forgotten that he was their father, not their drill sergeant and that was another mistake he made with his boys.
Now with Dean gone too, he was left alone and he did not expect it to hurt so much. How he was supposed to deal with the loneliness was beyond him. But he was a marine and he would do what he had to do to keep his family safe. No matter what the cost was to him and if it that meant he was lonely then so be it. He probably deserved it anyway.
John slept for about four hours. When he woke he went to a local diner for something to eat, then to the nearest bar for a few drinks and a chance to earn some cash shooting pool. When he arrived back at the motel several hours later and several hundred dollars richer the message light was flashing on the room's phone.
"What the hell?" he said to himself knowing full well that nobody should know he was here therefore he shouldn't have any messages. He called the front desk and asked the clerk for his message.
"Oh, yes Mr. Framian a 'Dean' has called four times looking for you. He would like you to call him back. I told him I would give you the message as soon as possible."
John could have smacked himself for making such a foolish mistake. He should have known Dean could track him with the credit card he knew his father had. "Thank you," he told the clerk and hung up the phone. As quickly as possible he packed his bags. Even so, before he walked out the door the phone was ringing again. He looked at the phone longingly for a few seconds before shaking his head and saying, "Sorry son, but it's just too dangerous." Then without a backward glance he got in the truck and drove away.
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