A/N: I didn't even realize how short this chapter was. Whatever. Short and to the point, with a little sympathy for Papa Winchester thrown in. Longer chapter (with a sick Sammy) whenever I get around to it. The ghosts are cheesy, and I almost didn't do them, but then I thought, "hey, the show has been more cheesy than this!" so I did it anyway.
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural. Or John.
Left Alone
John was leafing through old police reports, death certificates, and newspaper articles, desperate to find something about those two little boys. He'd been at it for hours, and so far he'd found a great big steaming pile of nothing. He was almost through all of the papers, and if he didn't physically have a stack of them in front of him, he'd have given it up for lost.
Luckily, he did physically have a stack of papers in front of him, and John wasn't one for giving up on a hunt. Finally, John found something that fit.
The address was right at least.
Two boys, twelve and seven, were found dead in that house in 1935. No investigation, it seemed. They starved to death in that house. Their only caregiver, single father Charlie Mason, 39, was found dead two days later. Alcohol poisoning.
The boys were called Daniel and Andrew. Twelve and seven. Abandoned, alone. Abandoned. And they starved to death.
It made sense. How many single fathers were there in the world that had to leave their kids alone for one reason or another? All of the victims so far had been male, between 35 and 50, single fathers who had left their two boys.
And John fell right into that category. Good. He had a feeling that he might. He had a feeling that they wouldn't come out unless he fit.
And it explained the deaths. Heart failure, my ass, John scoffed. Off the record, way, way, way off the record, they said it was malnutrition. Of people they'd known, and were perfectly healthy the day before.
The boys were buried on the property. Of course, they were. Some rich aunt who didn't keep in touch after he sister died paid for it, but no one attended the service. Just another tragedy in a great string of failures. Sad, but no unheard of.
Great. Why shouldn't they be? Why couldn't the job be easy, just this once? Naturally, they'd be at the house. John would go back though, to the house with the little boys who wanted to bring justice to fathers who abandoned their boys. And they would ambush him and he'd almost die, but he'd escape and burn their bones, and go home to his own boys, who'd be alive. And healthy, and happy to see him. And Dean would be relieved to see him alive.