We'll here ya go guys, the next chapter. Finally. I'm sorry for the long wait, I had exams and stuff but Im done now so updates should more regular :)

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Turns out, Americans didn't readily keep tea in their kitchens but they showed him to a small room upstairs that was fairly comfortable. He didn't know what to think. He had just seen a girl that was so afraid of him that she was screaming and almost having a seizure because of it. Then she had coughed up black smoke, that disappeared before his eyes. John had always considered himself a pretty open minded guy, so he was trying his best to accept this, no matter how crazy it seemed.

Since he had been left alone, John took the time to think back on what the older man, Bobby, had chanted. It was Latin, he had done enough at Uni to know that but what was really weird was that he understood it. All of it. We exorcise you... There had also been an ancient power to it that had flowed through him, sending shivers down his spine and paralysing him, it seemed to shake something that had been buried deep and dormant inside him. A kind of power that was foreign to him and frankly; terrifying.

Sighing, John lifted his head from where it had been resting on his hands and got ready for bed thinking, it's going to be a long day tomorrow.

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It had been a few days since John had been taken prisoner, the girl had been buried in the backyard, and the other two younger boys had been avoiding him like the plague. Bobby told him it was just because they had always been taught to be wary but he thought it was because he had wounded Dean's ego.

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a comfy sweatshirt, he had been taken to his motel room to get his stuff, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where he could smell breakfast. Bobby stood with his back to the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand but there was no one else in the kitchen that he could see and John raised an eyebrow at him.
"No one here?" He walked over to the antique coffee maker and poured himself a cup before flopping down onto a chair.
"There was a hunt a little ways from here and John took the boys with him. He asked me to stay here and work on a theory as to why that demon almost crapped itself when you turned up."
"Okay then, where do we start?" Bobby just looked at him like he was crazy, again, but John just levelled an expectant look at him.
"You wanna help boy?"
"Well, yeah. I mean it's me isn't it, there is something wrong with me that scared a bloody demon so I'm going to find out why." He could tell that Bobby was surprised but at the moment his temper was hanging on by a thin thread, he was feeling threatened all the time and the bone deep feeling of dread he had, had only gotten worse. With everything that had happened to him, this was either the perfect distraction from his messed up past or the thing that would actually break him.

"We have this friend that's psychic and I think she'll be able to dredge something up that could help. If nothing else we can get a read on you and maybe John will stop being so damn suspicious of you."

"So they're actually like psychic, like read your mind and stuff?" John had accepted that there were a lot of things he didn't know about know so any and all information he could get would be useful.
"When she's in a bad mood, yeah, but you've got good manners so chances are you'll be ok."

That didn't make him feel more apprehensive at all.

"When do we go then?"
"Soon as you're ready. It'll take a few hours to get there so I would get a shower and then we'll go."

Finishing his coffee, John stood up and headed towards the stairs.

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They had been on the road for a while and had fallen into silence a few miles back, John could tell that Bobby wanted to ask him something but he was reluctant to say anything as he didn't really seem like the sharing type. A few minutes later, he could no longer stand the silence so he glances over to the older man and asked,
"If there's something you want to ask me, go ahead, it's not like I'm going anywhere in a hurry." John tried to keep his tone light but he was worried, what if this psychic woman said he was dangerous, would the hunters kill him?

"Alright, you're handling all this better than you should and you're not from here so what's your story?" He was a bit stunned, John had not expected him to just blurt it out but he had said he would answer so...

He cleared his throat and turned to look out of the window, watching the scenery pass by. John could feel Bobby's eyes on him but he stared resolutely in the other direction, he figured that if he was going to be staying here then he would have to tell someone,
"I had to get away from England, I'd just finished my medical degree and I was all set to join the army as a field medic but, er, my mum, dad, sister and I were in a car accident that," he coughed lightly to clear the lump out of his throat, "it killed the three of them and I just couldn't stand to be there anymore. I left and came here, I'd been travelling for about a month before I found you guys."

John thought it would have gotten easier to talk about but it hadn't, thinking about his family still made his throat tight but he was no longer as lost as he had been. It was strange, meeting the Winchesters and Bobby, actually put him at ease, as if this was what he was meant to do. In the few days he had been at Bobby's, John had been reading all the books he could get his hands on and it made sense to him why the hunters did what they did, helping people and saving lives. That was what he had wanted to do and he felt content with how his life was turning out, strange that he would find comfort with a family of gun wielding hunters. Well when life gives you lemons...

John tore his eyes away from the door handle to look at Bobby and saw an understanding look on the older man's face.
"Well kid, you're preaching to the choir, my, um, wife was possessed and I killed her thinking she'd gone crazy and the boys mom was killed by a demon, John's been after it ever since and he's raised those boys in his image. We all have our reasons for starting to hunt but you have a chance at a normal life, if today goes well, so I would suggest that when Missouri clears you, you hightail it out of here and forget you ever met us."

John could understand why Bobby was trying to warn him off but it was this or the army and at least this way, he would actively be saving people.

"You know, my dad was a retired royal marine commando and when I was about 4, I said I wanted to be exactly like him so he started to show me how to fight as like a joke but when I got older, I actually had a talent for it so I took up boxing and rugby and kept training with my dad. He started taking me to a shooting range when I said I wanted to be a soldier and it just went from there. If I joined the army, I'm not being big headed but I wouldn't be able to fight on the front lines, I'd be a medic that didn't see any fighting. Not that I especially want to hurt people, I just want to help people. Hunting means I can help people with the skill set I have now so I will."

John hadn't realised, but he was completely set on hunting and the resolve in his voice must have carried through to Bobby as all he did was shrug and say,
"Fine, but this life ain't normal, once you're in, you can't really get out. Just so you know."

Bobby sounded reluctant but when John looked across, he could see the acceptance in the man's eyes and he knew he would have an ally and maybe, if he played his cards right, a teacher.

"Now enough with heart to heart, we're almost here an' I don't want Missouri thinking I've gone all soft." He sounded gruff but there was amusement in his voice that made John smile.

The house they pulled up at looked for all intents and purposes, completely normal, as if someone had taken a picture of what the perfect white picket fence house should like and then built it. John walked behind Bobby as they made their way to the door and he waited patiently as the older man knocked.

The door opened to show an older black woman that he took to be Missouri and he was ushered into the sitting room after introductions had been made.

"So, Bobby Singer, you said you needed my help with somethin' I was not expecting you to bring a little British boy with you." John bristled at that, Harry had always teased him about his height but he could tell Missouri wasn't being mean.

"Straight to the point?" Bobby just huffed and carried on, "we brought in a demon the other day and John saw, long story short, he asked for proof that we were telling the truth about all the supernatural stuff so we took him down to see it. It went crazy, screaming and struggling as soon as it saw the kid and we didn't know what else to do."

For the first time since they arrived, Missouri looked straight at him and raised an eyebrow, John just stared back at her, not knowing what she could be seeing, he kept his mind blank just in case. As he had been watching her face so intently, he noticed when her body went tense and her eyes narrowed, this in turn put him more on guard and he straightened up defiantly.

"Could you give us a minute Bobby?" The other man looked reluctant but eventually just adjusted his hat and stood, making his way to the door but not without sending John a reassuring look first.

"John, everything's going to be okay, I just want to take a look around in your mind and it works better if it's just the two of us." Her voice had gone soft and it reminds him a little of Harry when she used to comfort him when he got hurt.

John nodded and closed his eyes when she put her fingers to his temples. At first, there was nothing but soon a gentle pressure started up behind his eyes but with a squeeze of her hands, he relaxed and let her in. For a few minutes, Missouri just looked around and occasionally made pained noises, probably from looking at some of his more painful memories, he thought but then something changed, she froze and John started to feel a pressure in his skull again, different than before.

"That shouldn't be there," it seemed like Missouri was talking to herself but John opened his eyes anyway, making eye contact. He tilted his head questioningly, "you have a wall in your mind, I've only ever seen really strong psychics make blocks this strong and you're not doing it on purpose, I wonder if I can break it." She closed her eyes in concentration and the pressure in his head grew to a painful throb that made him want to pull away but he stayed still, feeling that old power coming to the forefront of his mind, just like it had when that demon had been exorcised.

Missouri was murmuring to herself as sweat started to dot her forehead and all of a sudden, the pressure eased but not as if she had stopped, as if the wall had broken. All John heard was a startled gasp before bright white light started to pour out of Missouri's eyes and mouth, he stared transfixed and watched her, unable to move as her mouth moved as if she was forming words.

As quickly as it started, the light fled and Missouri pulled her hands away on John's face and stumbled away from him, staring at him, horrified. She moved forward again and pushed him roughly towards the door, muttering to herself. The door was pulled open and he was shoved through Bobby looked up startled and worried, looking warily at Missouri as she spoke, "You keep him away from me and if you know what's good for you, you'll get away from him too. He's dangerous and I can see why that demon reacted the way it did."

With those words, the psychic slammed the front door closed and Bobby turned to look at him shellshocked, "What the hell did you do!"

John could only look at him with wide eyes as he felt that old power thrumming through his veins, this time it was not fading. He remembered vividly the white light that had poured out of Missouri and he just stared at Bobby as he whispered,
"I have no idea."

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