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 wonder about other hunters…wow, the possibilities are endless!
Escape From Hell A Family Again, (the last chapter of this saga)
John was living in apprehension that the law or someone from a seedy past may come in and ruin the happiness he'd found. He couldn't just wait for the axe to fall so he took the phone out of his tool box. He had to know. He entered this Dean's number and listened as the phone began to ring.
"Hello?" came a voice that was familiar.
"Is this Dean?" he asked
There was silence on the other end. For a moment he thought Dean had hung up.
"Dad?" the voice was filled with emotion.
"Dad?" he echoed. "I found this phone in a truck I bought. I found it with a couple IDs with my picture. I'm trying to find out who I am. "
"You sound like my dad, John Winchester. Where are you?" Dean ask.
"I'm living in Seattle Washington with my wife Gillian. I've been here for the last several months. I've apparently had trouble with amnesia."
"Wife? Dad, the last we knew you died! You don't have a wife. Mom died when we were young" Dean exclaimed.
"We, who are we?"
"Dad, you have two sons. Me and Sammy. Mom was killed by a demon twenty three years ago. We spent our whole lives looking for the yellow eyed bastard. You taught us to hunt down evil things and kill them! Dean said
"Demons? This is crazy! There is no such thing as demons!" John replied wondering how he could be mixed up in this kind of craziness. His mind whirled. For some reason this craziness felt right. For the first time he actually felt as if something was real even though his conscious mind rebelled against the thought of demons.
"Dad, if you don't remember, you could be in danger. Where can we find you? How do you meet this Gillian?"
"I don't remember. All I really remember is waking up in a sleazy motel room with her. She said she was my wife, that I had suffered some injury while in the Marines" he supplied.
"We'll be there as soon as possible" Dean told him.
"I think we should meet away from the house. I work at Jim's Auto shop on Fourth. Call me at this number after five. Did I have a black Chevy truck?" he replied.
"Yes. You were caught in Lincoln Nebraska. We rescued you in Jefferson City Missouri but things went bad there and the Impala was hit by a semi. We didn't get a chance to get your truck. You died in the hospital in Jefferson City" Dean informed him.
"If I died, how am I here?" John asked
"I don't know. I was told a demon could bring you back but they wanted a soul in return. This Gillian must know something about the arts or be a demon. Dad you have to be careful. We'll be there as soon as we can. Will you be ok with Gillian?"
"Yeah, no matter what she may have lied about, she does love me" he replied, his mind reeling from the information provided.
John's mind reeled from the knowledge he'd received from this Dean. He didn't want to believe ANY of it, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he'd had nightmares about the very things Dean had described, that in his nightmares he really did have two sons. He stopped at the bar just down the street from the shop to have a couple drinks and try to sort thru his chaotic thoughts. He knew Gillian would be concerned if he was too late, but he needed time to think. Could she possibly know all this and be keeping it from him? A voice in the back of his mind told him what he was already sure of; she would do anything to protect him, even if he didn't like it. But if he was supposed to be dead, how was it that he was here at all? Did she have anything to do with it or was she someone who he met after his return? He was afraid to know but he knew he had to find out. He couldn't hide from reality. He just didn't know what he was going to do if Gillian was the one who brought him back. That would mean either she practiced dark magic or was a demon. He couldn't believe she was a demon; she was just too pure, to goodhearted and loving. Could a demon be any of these things? His head was starting to feel like there was a jack hammer inside so he decided to go home to the woman who loved him and he loved her as well. He was so confused, he felt like his whole world was shattering. He'd known it was too good to be true but he'd let himself start to believe that this happiness could last.
Gillian was surprised that John seemed so preoccupied. He had come home late and smelled of whiskey. He seemed very distressed and Gillian's heart began to break.
He was quiet during supper and wanted to go to sleep instead of making love. She knew something was wrong. Her heart sank. She just knew he'd found out something. She slid into bed and put her arm around him as she laid her cheek against his back. After a moments hesitation he took her hand in his and fell into a fitful sleep. She felt tears well up. This might well be her last night with John. The thought of facing life and existence without him scared her. She just couldn't face life without him. The future of their child was at risk as well. If anyone knew this child was his, the repercussions would be…hell. The child's only chance would be to put it with an unsuspecting human family. She'd lose John and their baby. With that thought, tears began to stream down her face. She didn't want to exist without them, but what was an immortal being to do? Existence was the REAL hell, not a location but a state of mind and heart.
He had dreams of being someplace very terrible, sounds of screaming, of hellish laughter. He could feel the desperation to get out of where he was. But there was something, someone else. She who had the appearance of beautiful evil, but, the heart of an angel. His dreams were filled with this demon girl who was his savior from a very bad situation. She seemed so close, so familiar, so loving. He was confused.
John seemed more like himself the next morning. He awoke holding Gillian close, breathing in the scent of familiar strawberries. Just the scent brought a smile to his face. Her soft body, now heavy with child still inflamed him. With her advance pregnancy they lay with him spooning her. It was perfect for making love to her first thing in the morning. He was kissing the back of her neck before he was fully awake. His body was fully awake tho. He'd turned in his sleep and waken with Gillian's full breasts cupped in his hands. He made love to her enthusiastically, her soft moans turning to outcries of pleasure as she awoke to find herself impaled on his manhood.
She fixed him breakfast and had his lunch ready by the time he left for work. She watched him leave with foreboding in her heart.
John went about the jobs quietly. Everybody could feel that something was wrong. Most chalked it up to doubts he had about becoming a father at his age. At five he went to his truck and checked his phone and sure enough there was a call from Dean. He listened to the voice mail asking him to meet the brothers at a little dinner a couple blocks down.
John pulled into the parking lot of the little diner. He saw the black '67 Impala he'd seen in many dreams. He knew everything Dean had said was true. The dreams had been suppressed memories. The two boys standing by the car were the same two in his dreams. He parked, got out, and walked toward them. Their expressions told him that they loved him very much and that they thought it a miracle he was really there. Dean was the first to reach him and threw his arms around John. The other boy must be Sammy he thought. Sammy looked at him with such emotion it cut him to the quick. They must not have gotten along, and now he was sorry.
Suddenly he felt light headed, like he needed to sit. Memories began to flood back. He remembered being in hell, being tortured, and his rescuer. A girl demon. She had been beautiful in a strange sort of way. And she had green eyes as well. It was the demon girl from his dreams the night before. Things were beginning to come together.
He pulled into the drive and got out. Dean pulled in behind him. Gillian stepped out onto the porch with a smile, until she saw the boys. Her heart faltered. She thought of glinting out but where would she go? Without John there was no where in existence she wanted to be. NO, her only option was to stay and ride this out. She'd known it couldn't be this way forever.
John took in her expression and he knew that she recognized the boys. That rocked him to the core. She knew yet she had kept the knowledge from him. He felt the anger build. He knew she was protecting him but
couldn't help feeling betrayed. Damned demons! He thought to himself.
"I'm guessing maybe whiskey is called for" was all she said as she turned and walked back into the house. John followed her and the boys followed him.
The table was set and a steaming hot meal sat where she had left it. She fought the tears that threatened to spill. Facing away from him she didn't see the way he looked at the set table, the way he looked around the house wishing this could have been their reality.
"I made Swiss steak but you don't look like you really want supper" she said as John walked into the dining room. The boys came in and stood behind their father. Dean looked like he wanted to kill her; Sammy looked at her with condemning curiosity.
"Who are you? I've remembered most everything but I want to know how you came into the mix. I think I know, but I want to hear it from you." He stated.
"Do you remember where you were and how you got out?" she ask.
"Yes. It was a girl demon who released me. Is it true? Are you the demon?"
"Yes, I am the one who rescued you" she stated simply.
"You're a demon? So you just assume a pleasing human form." Sammy asks
"Yes. I didn't take just any form though. This is the form I would look like if I were human." She looked at John "I just couldn't stand the thought of you there John. I got you out as soon as I could."
"Why did you take my memory?"
"Because as long as you didn't know who you were or your profession, none of the demons looking for you would find you." she explained
You still haven't explained WHY you rescued me. What was in it for you?"
Her head cocks in the way he'd come to love. He feels his heart contract but he doesn't let it show.
"Don't you know? I've tried to show you in everyway possible." was all she said
"You've done of good job of telling me you love me. But we all know that demons can't love" he answers.
"Yes, we can and do love. And I have loved you since before you were captured. I got you out at the risk of starting a war in hell. The Air one hates my father and my father hates him. He wants my father's throne. If it's discovered I helped you escape, there will be war!" she told him.
"Wait, your father's throne?" Dean and Sammy explode together.
"So you're telling me, that you're a princess? A demonic princess?" John asks incredulously.
"How else do you think I could have gotten you out of Hell? Even with my rank it took a lot of preparation and help from my ladies-in-waiting.
He looks at her with so much hate she truly is afraid of him. Being her father's daughter though she holds her ground, head high, one hand over her extended belly protectively. She knows that she's been playing a dangerous game with a dangerous man. It still hurts to see the hate in his eyes, she's so in love with him it's almost unbearable. He gaze drops to the hand on her belly.
"So is this pregnancy real or just more demon glimmer magic."
"Our child is real, and could be in danger. If I give you a son, his life could be in mortal danger."
"How's that?"
"A child that's half royal fire demon and half Winchester. If the Underworld is in chaos a child wouldn't have a prayer. A child that is yours would be coveted as a prize of war, and one that would probably be treated no better than you." she informed John
John showed no emotion but it shook him to the core, the thought of a child being tortured like he was, especially his child. "And if it's a girl?" he ask.
"The path would more than likely be the same. There is the small chance she wouldn't be treated quite as bad as a son of yours, but it would be a horrible existence" she replied.
"So, I could leave you and the child to fend for yourselves and go back to hunting your kind, or I can take you to where you would be relatively safe, though you would be alone with humans who consider you an enemy. Neither option seems positive. Do you have any ideas?"
"You could always become an ally of the Fire demons. The one you seek is our enemy as well, and you now have blood ties with us through your child. Fire demons aren't too concerned with humans in general. The job my kind is to take care of those who murder and torture innocent. That's where the legends come from" she suggested.
John smiled but his answer was in his eyes. The treaty wouldn't happen just yet. He didn't trust demons and she didn't really blame him.
"I can't believe you deceived my dad like that if you love him" Dean ground out.
"If it meant the others not finding him, taking him back to where I found him, then I would anything it took! I'd not see that happen to him again" she turned on Dean; a luminous glow of emotion filling her eyes matched the passion in her voice.
John couldn't ignore the feelings she still made him feel. He also couldn't ignore the fact she carried his child. He just didn't know what to do about it.
"Ok, I can't just walk away. There's too much to figure out and I want to think on this. For starters, what is your real name?"
She thought about lying to him but decided there had been enough of that. "I am Vhilla, daughter to Lucifer-the High King of the Underworld and his queen, Odessa"
John was impressed. She really was a princess. He'd never thought he'd go for that type but apparently things were very strange these days.
"So which do you want me to call you?"
"Wife?" she supplied hopefully. He smiled but it was a cruel smile. It told her exactly what his opinion on that idea was. She sighed realizing it wasn't going to be. "I have been a wife to you for the last seven months. It would be best to call me Gillian. My true identity would benefit no one. In fact in could be detrimental to a lot of people, humans and demons alike."
"I can't believe you hooked up with a demon" Dean told his dad, shaking his head. "We hunt these…THINGS… and you're living with one? Sleeping with her?"
"I wouldn't talk if I were you, Dean. It seems you've enjoyed one of my ladies in waiting several times" Gillian said smiling sadly.
"What?" Dean's head swung around to look at her wide eyed.
She couldn't help smiling, a little girl smile that was at once mischievous and yet forlorn. John did his best to hide a smile. She'd gotten the best of Dean on that one. Then she turned those beautiful green eyes on him. There was sadness there, love, and hurt. He wasn't proof against it. Her heart was his and he knew it. He had looked into her eyes to many times while making love to her for him NOT to know it. He knew that while she might indeed be a demon, there was a certain amount of purity there.
"Come here" was all he said and opened his arms. She was in his arms in a heart beat. She laid her head on his chest, she listened to his heart beat and before she realized it the tears she had fought so hard to hold back began to flow.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, puzzled
"I love you so much and I was afraid you were leaving me" she sobbed out.
John wanted to tell her how wrong she was, but the truth was, that was exactly what he had planned on doing. She seemed so young.
"Ok, I have to know. How old are you?" he ask tiredly.
"I'm very old by human time, but for my kind my age in maturity is about sixteen."
"Great, I was right. I have robbed the cradle" he moaned.
She giggled then looked up into his eyes. He couldn't resist and kissed her intimately. She loved him. If he had any doubts they were dispelled then. She could have disappeared on him but she'd stayed and faced him.
"Why didn't you try to get away instead of staying and facing me?" he ask
"I love you. As far as I'm concerned, you are still my husband. Where you call home is my home, your world is now mine. My father won't like it but he will cover my absence in Hell, one of the perks of being royalty, and a favorite child." she said smiling.
Dean wanted to gag but then his curiosity got the best of him, "What girl have I been with on several occasions? I don't remember being with any girl more than once or twice and that hasn't been recently." he ask, disgust in his voice.
"Do you remember Lydia? Or Judith? Or Janette? They were actually the same girl. She altered her face a little each time so you wouldn't know it was her. She has taken quite a liking to you"
Dean looked surprised. He did remember each girl. It astounded him at first but then thinking on it he remember how alike the girls were- of course! That's the only way they could be so a like! They were the same girl! He didn't like being deceived but he admired her talent for keeping the game up.
"So the demon girls like my dad and brother, what now? Where do we go?" Sam ask feeling a bit out of sorts.
"Don't be like that Sam. You just weren't paying attention when different girls tried to seduce you. If you had been paying attention you'd know you have admirers as well" she informed him.
"What? I attract demon girls?" Sammy asks, though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He had to admit the girl standing in front of him didn't look evil at all. She really didn't even feel evil.
"So how is it that a demon would help hunters?" Dean asked.
"We are not all evil. We are just like you. Some are evil, some are good. There are many KINDS of demons. I am a succubus. Most of my sisters and ladies-in-waiting are. We don't want to hurt anyone. We feel love, we feel pain. We are just a little more…" at that she looked at John shyly "more intimate loving" she left off. John knew exactly what she was saying. It explained her unnatural warmth and her enjoyment of his attentions. She was a sex demon. Who knew he could enjoy a sex demon so much?
Dean was thinking along those lines as well. And that she could become or look like any woman he wanted was intriguing.
Sammy was the only one NOT thinking with his hormones though. "We still have the problem of where we go from here."
"Well, we don't have to make any rash decisions. I do have a job and a cover. We have the advantage of no one knowing I'm alive and that we are banding together, and we have the extra of our own demon or demons to help us find out what the enemy is doing and just who the enemy is" John spoke slowly, the wheels in his head turning.