Ok, this is still my version of the way this happened. I'm still not getting any money, nor is my demon brethren. John and the boys still don't belong to me (Gods, I ask for so little…) and I'm still on ignore. I'm working on my own original stories tho!

A Blood Bonding with the Fire Demons

John was walking down the sidewalk lost in his own thoughts when the sound of a man cussing a broke down vehicle caught his attention. He stopped and watched silently. That truck looked so familiar to him. It practically called out to him. Without a second thought he walked over to the guy and looked under the hood.

"What seems to be the problem?" he asked

"I don't know. I just got this POS in from an auction sale in the Midwest. It runs for about a mile and suddenly stops. No apparent reason, just quits."

"Hmmm. Let's see, looks like it's been modified, rigged to shut down. Whoever did this must have been concerned about it disappearing" he noted.

"It's funny you say that. This vehicle was actually found abandoned, never reported stolen or anything, just the owner seemed to have vanished."

John traced wires and saw that whoever wired the relays was a master at deception. There were many false starts and dead ends. Yet they seemed familiar to him as well.

"I'm Jim Henderson; I own a shop just down the street. If you can figure out this truck I'll hire you and sell this truck to you for what I've got into it and take payments out of your pay. I just so want to get rid of this headache." The guy offered with explosive sincerity.

Within a few moments John found the right wiring harness and walked around to the cab of the truck. He reached under the dash and found a reset toggle, flipping it he turned the key and the big black truck fired to life.

Jim just looked at him. It was like this guy knew this truck. It was just uncanny. He shook his head and walked around.

"So what's your name and are you my new mechanic?" Jim ask, holding his hand out.

"Jake Windenhall and yeah, I'm your new mechanic. And I'll take you up on your offer on this truck if the price is right" John replied taking the other man's hand.

"I got five hundred dollars in it. I'll pay six hundred a week for forty hours and take say two hundred for two pay days and the last hundred out of the third, if that's ok with you"

"You got yourself a mechanic and a deal." John replied smiling. He felt like he'd just been reunited with an old friend. Gillian would be pleased. She was patient but he didn't like being jobless and without transportation. It just didn't feel right. Nothing about his life seemed right. He just felt that it was wrong, like he was needed somewhere else, like there were other people, very important people, who were missing. This truck seemed to fill in a small part of the void. He felt he might get some answers if he could spend some time searching thru the truck. It seemed to jog something in his subconscious. He decided against telling Gillian about the déjà vu feelings. Whatever she was hiding, he didn't want her being able to cover up the truth. He knew she loved him and any act of deception was done for what she felt was his benefit. He just couldn't let it go. He knew something was up and he'd decided to find out what it was. He wasn't angry with her; he understood why she was doing it.

You'd think lying would be easy for a demon but she did not like it. She kept as close to the truth as possible but it was still difficult to lie to him. She hated it. She knew both their safety depended on it, but still…

She was contemplating her situation when a messenger glinted in. She glanced up to see a very nervous Lydia.

"Yes? Something is amiss?" she had actually just assumed it but no sooner than the words were out she knew something was very wrong.

"Yes, your Highness. Your royal father hath summoned thee to court. The Yellow Eyed One has brought accusations against you, about John's disappearance."

"He would, even if I was innocent, he would have done so anyway. He wants Father's throne and he'll do anything to try to undermine Father's power. That's ok; I have actually planned for this." She replied.

Vhilla answered her father's summons and presented her case prettily. She even had a list of souls she had recruited in the time she was gone. She knew her father didn't believe her story but the air demon wasn't so sure. Of course he didn't know her. She wasn't the only demon coming and going freely on a regular basis, so he couldn't very well accuse her without proof. At this time he was just trying to cause trouble and distrust between Lucifer and the Dark Lords who ruled under him. As long as John remained ignorant of who he was and what his profession was, things would blow over. The remaining Winchesters would keep everyone busy and they would forget about John.

The King of the Underworld had his hands full. The one demon in all of Hell that really was a threat to his reign and power was accusing the youngest princess of helping a dangerous prisoner escape. She herself was roaming the mundane world and had been for some time. She'd answered his summons and had justified her presence on Earth with the claim she was looking for decadent souls to claim. Like mother like daughter he thought to himself. He didn't believe it for a second. He doubted if the air demon did either. This demon was forcing a fire demon to do his bidding and had made an enemy of the prisoner. Now that enemy was again loose and assumed to be on Earth. It was odd that no demons had been killed or exercised by him. He knew his beautiful, loving daughter was behind it, he just hoped that the air demon didn't get wind of any proof. There really would be hell in Hell!

The truck was in excellent condition. The previous owner had taken good care of it. He couldn't believe that someone would put so much love, care, and attention into this truck just to abandon it. Unless, it was someone wanted by the law, or maybe someone who had maybe been arrested. But if that was the case the truck would have been impounded. It really didn't make any sense.

John was cleaning a well disguised cubby hole in the truck door when he found an I.D. It had his picture but a different name. He stopped as the implications began to sink in. This had been HIS truck. He was the owner who had abandoned it. He couldn't imagine himself just leaving the truck so he was guessing that something had happened that he couldn't stop, had no control over. He dug deeper and found another I.D. with his picture but a different name from the first one. Now he really was getting confused. When he found the third I.D. with a third name he was beginning to wonder if Gillian was really keeping something from him, or if he had hid his real name from her and she'd figured it out. Loving him as she did she might not be willing to accept that he'd lied to her, that he wasn't the man he'd led her to believe he was. Thinking back to the way the truck had been wired, he realized that he was indeed a master of deception. Then he found the cell phone. He looked through the names in the directory. He didn't recognize them but he knew they were important. The last call had been made to someone named Dean. He wondered if it was someone who knew him or one of the aliases he used. Was he a good guy or a bad guy? Hell, if John wasn't sure if he was a good guy or a bad guy, how could he determine who from his past might be good or bad?

She knew she was late in returning "home". She flash cooked the chicken and veggies he'd brought home the night before and heated the apartment and oven so he'd think she'd been cooking for the last couple hours. The toasty atmosphere felt good to her since she'd just got back from Hell. She stood back and took in her handiwork to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.

John could smell cooked chicken before he got to their door. He smiled. She was a good cook and she tried so hard to please him. He wondered why he couldn't just accept her love and devotion without question. With the things he'd found out about himself, he was troubled. He wanted life as it was with Gillian. At first he thought she was the deceiver, now he knew it was at least as much him as her. The only thing that did ring true was her love and devotion to him. He wanted to devote himself to her. With that decision made, he entered their small kitchenette apartment.

The days got longer but their nights were filled with love and happiness. They had lived in Seattle since March and he was starting to feel comfortable. May weather was getting warm. Gillian adored him and let him know it every night. From the time he got home from work till they fell asleep in each others arms, she inflamed him. She enjoyed his attentions and he just couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. She sent him to work with a smile and breakfast every morning. If he hadn't known better he'd swear she was giving him aphrodisiacs. But it just seemed to be his body's reaction to her presence. And his heart was following.

He didn't find out much of anything else about himself. He thought more and more about the cell phone and the last number called. He and Gillian had gotten a small house and life seemed fairly normal. No cops had shown up looking for him or anyone by the other three names he'd found. Gillian had been sick for the last week but she seemed better by the time he got home from work. She always had supper ready for him. He couldn't have asked for a better life. He couldn't have asked for a better wife. He just couldn't get rid of the feeling that this was not his life.

Vhilla had gotten a pregnancy test without John seeing. She'd taken it after he left for work, and now had confirmed there would be another Winchester loose in the world of man. Well, she'd just have to be careful. If she delivered a son he could be in mortal danger if others discovered him. If a girl, she wouldn't fair much better, at least on the demon side of the family. Hunters wouldn't feel very forgiving about a half demon child either. There were many half demon children in the world but they were usually born to human women and no one was the wiser. A half breed child born to a female demon wasn't something that normally happened. Usually it was a human woman left to deal with any child who might be conceived. This was an awkward situation. At least if it became known it would be awkward.

John walked in the front door and caught the scent of an Italian dish she had thought would be good for a hot summer day. It wasn't overly hot but for June it was pretty warm. He was met with a cold beer, a kiss, and a smile. He smiled back in spite of himself. She made him smile. Her loving embrace cured any of the off things that went on during the day. They had supper as usual, talked about the day, nothing seemed out of place but John noticed something wrong. Gillian took his hand and led him to the bathroom where she had laid out towels. A shower together was something they enjoyed, the elements of water and love that was relaxing and erotic. It was their special little unconventional romance time. He even suffered thru her frothy bath foams, and smelling like Lilacs for her. He sometimes got teased when he showed up for work smelling like flowers but the guys at the garage noticed that he was had a smile on his face when he retaliated with derogatory remarks about their love lives!

Tonight she'd chosen strawberry scented oil and they submerged into the delicious smelling water, she was behind him and he leaned back against her letting her wash his back and his dark head. Her fingers massaging his scalp felt amazing. She took her time washing every part of him, saving the most intimate for last. She took her sweet time to wash his groin and between his legs, gently at first. His groan excited her as much as feeling him grow in her hands. With one hand she gently stroked his hardening cock, with the other she gently squeezed and pulled at his balls. In his relaxed state he was in no big hurry to mount her, it just felt good to let her play. He reached behind him to tease between her legs as she stroked him. The relaxing mood was quickly becoming charged with tension as her caresses became faster and rougher. He quickly sat up and turned to her. The water wasn't that deep so she slid a little deeper into the water as he lowered himself just enough to be able to suck at her taunt nipples and rub his massive hard on between her legs. She gasp in pleasure as her hips move in rhythm to meet his, her back arching, pushing her breasts into his face to be suckled. Her moans telling him that she must have been thinking about him all afternoon to be this worked up so quickly. He stood up and pulled her with him, getting out of the tub, he carried her to their bedroom. He wanted lots of room to play without risking drowning her. He started at her throat kissing, licking, and nipping his to her breasts. He rolled a nipple with one hand while sucking the other then switched. Her moans became pleading whimpers, begging him for more. She reached her hands between them, caressing the velvety skin of his engorged cock. He jerked as the lightening sensation rocketed through him. He let her stroke him until he couldn't take it any more without losing control and ravishing her. He pulled back and moved further down her belly to the darker patch between her legs. He spread her wide and opened the protective folds, he loved the look and smell of her. It drove him nuts, he just couldn't seem to get enough of going down on her. His tongue stroked her sensitive little nub and he thought she was going to jump off the bed. He began to suck on her little clit as he'd done her nipples just minutes before. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as he began to lose control.

"Please Jake, now! Please take me NOW!" She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as he sucked harder between her legs. The pleasure made her mindless, she'd have done anything he told her right then if he'd just mount her and drove her over the brink into orgasmic oblivion.

He rose above her, positioning his hard cock at the small opening he craved. He kissed her hungrily as he plunged into the hot, tight wetness he was addicted to. Gillian cried out at being impaled on his hard cock so suddenly. The intense pleasure of being filled so suddenly and completely made her jump and clutch at him. He felt her nails dig into his back but the intense pleasure was all his mind registered. He moves back slowly and thrusts into her again hard. His trust become harder and faster as her moan turn into incoherent cries and pleas for him to fuck her harder. He maneuvers her knees over his shoulders and rams his entire length into over and over again. He feels her release coming close instinctively and is spurred over the edge as her hot sheath convulses around him, milking his cum up out of his balls.

As Gillian lay curled up with him she felt this was the time to tell him. She rose up on her elbow and looked into his eyes. He could tell she had something important to say and felt apprehension build.

"What?" he ask, a little rougher than he meant to.

"I know why I've been sick lately"

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"You're going to be a father" she answered quietly, wondering if there would be an explosion or silence. As it turned out there was a long silence. She was beginning to fear he was angry with her.

"How far?" was all he said

"About six weeks" she whispered

He watched her face. It was obvious she was afraid he would be angry or unhappy. She needed his reassurance. He didn't know how he felt but he wanted to make her feel better.

"So, do we want a girl or a boy?" he ask as he finally smiled. As he watched the relief wash over her face, he knew it was the best thing he could have said.

"I think that's up to you. Whatever we have this time, we can try for the other later" she smiled at him, all love and happiness radiating in her emerald eyes. John was not unaffected by her enthusiasm. She was truly a godsend. He laughed and rolled her onto her back, kissing her heatedly. Her answering kisses made him glad he'd not showed any misgiving about her pregnancy. She took him to new heights of pleasure. Her hands moving down his back as he kissed her throat. His hand cupped her full breast, fingers gently rolling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned as she arched her back. Her fingers ran thru his damp hair.

Gillian was excited. He was happy about the baby she carried and was still inflamed by her. She loved the feel of him and she knew her body drove him nuts to. She couldn't wait to get his body close to hers yet again. The light hair on his chest and stomach rubbed against her sensitized skin. Every movement excited them both to a fevered pitch. Everything else was forgotten but each other. His hands found her rounded ass and pulled her close, his manhood pushing between her legs, brushing her clit. She cried out in pleasure and drew a leg up around him, opening up to give him access to the hot, wet center he sought. He shoved himself into her roughly. Her cry excited him, her nails digging into his back pushed him onward. For someone who seemed so timid in the beginning she was fire and wanted everything he dished out. He slammed into her over and over again, she drove him to insanity. He had no control over himself with her. He felt her passion explode, her body convulse around him again and again before he felt the explosion of orgasmic pleasure took over his senses.

They lay in each others arms, their breathing slowing and sanity returning. John kissed her gently. She smiled happily. This is what life should be like, John thought to himself.