Title: cuckoo in the nest
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season two
Pairings: none, really
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: first
There's a cuckoo in the nest, John. Of course, the question is—which one? Which of Mary's boys isn't yours?
It'd've been so easy to find out, Johnny. A little blood test, one of the many times you took them to the hospital over the years. But, John, you didn't want to know.
And now… now, hunter, killer, it's too late.
Too late for you, for them, for her—too late for the world.
There's a cuckoo in the nest, John. One of her boys is wrong, dark… mine. They're both murderers, you know. You made them that way. And entirely too wrapped up in each other, wouldn't you say?
See, Johnny, the thing is… when it all comes down to it, no matter which is the cuckoo, they're both mine. Those boys would follow each other into Hell… which they will.
Isn't it interesting to wonder—Sam with his visions, Dean with his inability to stay dead… neither's entirely normal, John. Is that because of Mary… or because of me? Or, Hell, even because of you, hunter. Wouldn't that just be the most ironic thing?
Don't look at me like that, Johnny. If you wanna blame anyone… blame Mary.