Chapter 2 Of 2
A moment of despair
That forces you to say that life's unfair
It makes you scared of what tomorrow may bring
But don't go giving into fear
Stop hiding all alone in there
The show keeps going on and on
But you'll miss the whole damn thing
I wish I had a crystal ball to see what the future holds
But we don't know how the story ends till it's all been told
John sat up in the bed in the hotel room he rented; it'd been a week since Mary died. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing Mary silently screaming for help, her gown torn and torso sliced, and the flames consuming her. John had never been an insomniac until that day, but he just couldn't close his eyes, he didn't want to see her that way and he didn't want to leave his babies unprotected. Sam hadn't stopped crying since the fire, it was like something bad was in Sam and it wouldn't leave him alone. And Dean would say a word; he just nods and shakes his head at John's questions or sits with Sammy and cries. John knows the boy is traumatized; he has to be the way he cries out for his mommy every night.
John looked over at Dean and Sam. He could tell Dean was awake, he always wakes up when the nightmares get bad, he wakes up and he holds Sam close, and he cries. Captain Rogers told him to get Dean into counseling, but he refused, Dean didn't want to go and John wasn't going to make him.
"Dean? Come here." John said as he picks up Dean and carries him across the room. "It's okay, don't cry."
Dean nodded, but he continued to tremble as he cried inconsolably.
"Dean, don't cry. Shhh…" John whispered in the little boy's ear, but it was no use. He put Dean back in the bed with Sammy.
John turned on the lamp and looked in the drawer for the standard phonebook, and searched the yellow pages. He had a call to make.
John pulled into the driveway in front of a restored Victorian house. It was the address the woman gave him. She was supposed to be a psychic and she said she had the answers John wanted, and he believed, because he had no other choice.
The front door opened and a black woman in a mu'umu'u stepped onto the porch. "You John Winchester?" She hollered and a high pitched country accent.
"Yeah, I'm John Winchester." He answered; he didn't feel like John Winchester though. His five o'clock shadow had grown into a full beard and he felt himself getting older by the second. "I'm John Winchester." He repeated.
"Well, what you waiting for? You bring the little boys inside; you don't leave children in cars." She said as she came down from the porch and help John. "So who are these cute little boys?
John took Sam out of the car seat and handed him to the woman. "This is Sammy and this is Dean." John said as he helps Dean out of the car.
"Ya'll come inside, I'll get Dean some cookies and milk and just some juice for Sam, and is coffee good, John?" She said cheerfully.
John looked at Dean and Sam, it was eerie, as they came up to the house Sam and stopped crying and started giggling, just like he used to, hopefully it was going to be a permanent change for the baby.
"Miss Moseley do you really think you can help me find out what happened to Mary?"
She nodded, "But, this will change everything for you and your children." She whispered so Dean wouldn't hear. "Dean, honey, come with me to the kitchen, I just took the cookies out of the oven." She turned to face John. "Do you have Sam's bottle, I'll fix him some apple juice.
John handed her the bottle with a little water in it. She poured the juice and handed it to Dean. "Don't let him drink to fast okay sweetie. Your father and I are going to be in the next room okay." She said as they left the room.
"What happened to my wife Miss Moseley wasn't natural. People just don't burst in the flames like that, especially not on the ceiling." John said in a low voice.
"John, do you believe in the supernatural?" She asked as she reached for the book on the table.
"What do you mean the supernatural, are we talking fairies and goblins?" John asked
"I mean ghost and demons; I sensed it all around you and your baby." She said
"Are you crazy, because I refuse to have this tragedy made mockery of?" John said in an angry whisper.
"No, I swear to you John, I'm not lying. Everything from werewolves to demons to gargoyles is real. And there is a whole world out there of hunters that will kill the thing in the closest for you." Missouri said coldly. "And John I'm sorry to say if you really want revenge against the demonic force that took your wife away from you, you are going to have join it."
"No, this isn't real, it can't be."
"Sorry John, but unless you can think of any other logical explanation of why your wife burst into flames while pent to the ceiling, this is the only explanation." Missouri returned forcefully.
"Daddy?" John and Missouri looked up to see teary eyed Dean holding Sammy.
"It's okay Dean. Say goodbye to Miss Moseley, so we can go." John said quickly as he got up off the cushioned couch.
"Wait, John, here is a contact; he knows everything there is to know. His name is William Harvelle, he runs a hunter's roadhouse, call him! He will give you some information. And here, take this, it's the basics of the supernatural, learn it." Missouri said as she walked behind John.
"How do you know I'm even going to contact him?" John asked as he opened the door and led his boys outside.
"I know, remember I'm psychic." She said as John walked out of the door. "You will, John Winchester, you will!"
John had been watching the phone for the past two hours. He left brain wanted to call the number Missouri had given him, but his right brain told him he shouldn't. What Missouri said, how she said, made him believe every word she said? She had it all ready and he hadn't even told her many details. She even had a book. She even made a point to say this could change everything. And it almost made since, or maybe he just wanted to believe it. God, what she said, the information she gave scared John shitless. I hadn't even looked in the closest because he thought the boogeyman was going to jump out.
John picked up the hotel phone and dialed the number Missouri gave him. "Damn it, why did you have to plant these ideas in his head?"
"Hello, Harvelle's Roadhouse, may I help you?" A woman answered.
"Hello, I'm calling for William Harvelle; Missouri told me he could help." John said quickly.
"You Winchester?"
"Yes ma'am." John answered; something about the woman scared him like he was a little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Yeah, she said you would be calling late…Will's on a hunt, but Bobby can probably help you just as well for the time being. I've give you his number…" John listened as she gave him the number.
"Thank you, Miss…"
"Ellen…I'm Will's wife." She said before hanging up.
John hung up the phone and started dialing again.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm John Winchester. Ellen Harvelle told me you could help me." John explained.
"Yeah, what is it a demon, poltergeist, werewolf?"
"Uhm, I don't know. I was told to contact William Harvelle. Something killed my wife. And I was told to get help from hunters."
"Missouri?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.
"What?" John asked
"Missouri called me. Your John Winchester?"
"Yes."
"She said you needed to learn about the hunting world." The man said, "You know there is no turning back from now on?"
"Yeah…"
"You are a damn fool, but I'll help you. Read the book Missouri gave you, and then contact me." Bobby said before hanging up.
"No going back now John, you can't go back. Just don't let it destroy what you built with Mary." John whispered
If your spirit's broken and you can't bear the pain
I will help you put the pieces back
A little more each day
And if your heart is locked and you can't find the key
Lay your head upon my shoulder
I'll set you free
I'll be your security
Okay so my little fic is finished, please review, this is my first John fic, and I had a lot of problems trying to keep it true to the show, but I think I got it in the end. An epilogue may be added, so keep on lookout.
REVIEWS ARE LOVED LIKE A DAY IN THE SPA, AND AS ALWAYS I ACCEPT ANONYMOUS REVIEWS, SO NO EXCUSE-JUST KIDDING