Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it!
Dean had to admit it, the guy had nerve, he didn't even look wary and it was starting to annoy him. No one had been able to beat him for a while apart from his Dad and Bobby and the way that John had just stumble across this life and slotted right in didn't sit right with him. It also didn't help that Sam would not stop talking about how awesome John apparently was, and Bobby seemed to think the sun shined out of his ass or something.
Dean didn't even think for a second that it could be jealousy that was making him hate the guy. If John was a bit less of a know it all, Dean could see them maybe becoming friends. First he had to put the smaller boy in his place.
He pulled his hand away from John and squared his shoulders, he would not be caught unawares again. "Fine then short stack, let's get this settled now shall we?" Dean knew that he could be intimidating, hell, he killed monsters for a living so he wasn't exactly afraid of a man whose head barely came up to his shoulder.
The problem was that John seemed to be one of those people that never got angry, he was just staring at him with a little smile on his face that Dean wanted to wipe right off. He wasn't even ready, John just stood there with his shoulders slumped and him hands by his side. Dean saw red. He hated it when people didn't take him seriously and this older kid was just riling him up.
John knew it was coming, he had been watching Dean for tells and with his enhanced eyesight, he saw exactly when Dean's muscles tensed and a fist was thrown at his face. With the prior knowledge, it was only too easy to step to the side, catch the bigger man's arm and twist it behind his back. He kicked out a leg to the back of Dean's knee and he went down, struggling the whole way but then John spoke and he used a voice that he had only used once before and that had been when some guys had been picking on Harry at school for having a girlfriend.
Lowering his head to put his face right behind Dean's, John growled into his ear, "I have no problem with you Dean but know that you will never beat me and if you try again, I will hurt you." Harry had never told him why that voice was so scary but it definitely worked as Dean stopped moving immediately and held up his other hand.
"Okay, alright man, I got it. I think we're good now. I just wanted to know if you lived up to what Sam's been saying." John let him go and Dean jumped to his feet but this time, there was no cocky bravado as he held out a hand.
"I mean it John, I'm sorry man, I was an ass. Just ask Sammy, he tell you it's my main character trait." Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and hoped secretly that he never got on John's bad side again.
"Fair enough, we'll call it even shall we, start over? It's nice to meet you, I'm Doctor John Watson."
"Good to meet ya Doc, I'm Dean Winchester and you know what? I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship." John was just realising that Dean was really only 16 and to be fair, he was a bit of a dork. He voiced this out loud and Dean just slung an arm over the shorter man's shoulder and pulled him back to the house, laughing all the while.
2 months later
Things had been going extraordinarily well. John could safely say that he was enjoying hunting with Bobby and the Winchester boys (he didn't really know the older John very well as he was usually away following leads about some yellow eyed demon). While hunting and learning more about his powers-in secret mind as him and Bobby were still unsure about using them regularly-John got to know the boys much better and any previous animosity was between him and Dean was gone. He had discovered that he could move things with his mind (sans the weird white light), he could sense emotions and some thoughts. He was slightly wary about that though and refused to dig through people's thoughts as it was a violation of their privacy, Bobby seemed to agree and seemed very happy that John had control over himself.
The three of them were out in the salvage yard shooting at cans one day and it was actually a nice day, although he had been in America for what seemed like ages now, he couldn't get over the difference in the weather. Dean and Sam had been very impressed with his shooting skills and these competitions had been a common occurrence and while Sam was taking his turn, John stripped off his shirt and put it down on the bonnet of the beat up truck behind him.
He had forgotten that as a result of the holy oil, he now had a rather large mark on his back but he was soon reminded when Dean exclaimed behind him. "Dude! That is so badass man! You've got a friggin' sword on your back." A sword? John had never seen it as it was on his back but he had thought it would have been some sort of scar instead of a tattoo.
Thinking quickly, John couldn't let the boys know that he didn't actually know about the tattoo so he turned around sheepishly and said, "Yeah, I got it a little while ago when I thought I was going to join the army. My sister said it would be cool so…yeah." Dean and Sam had both put down their guns and were now coming towards him, Sam reached out a hand and spun him back around so they could see the mark.
"It's cool! It's a massive broadsword right down the middle of your back!" John hadn't known that but he was quite happy it was something cool and not a fluffy little puppy anything equally humiliating. He couldn't help but wonder what it meant though, there had to be a reason there was now a sword on his back.
Dean came around to face him but instead of his normal happy expression, he looked curious, "John, you have a sister? Why are you here if your family is in England?" John hadn't told anyone his history apart from Bobby but he really did trust these two boys so he thought, what harm could it do?
"Yeah, about that. I used to have a sister but there was a car accident. My mum, dad and sister all died." There was nothing he could do about the almost robotic tone of voice he was using and they both flinched at the cold look in his eyes. "They were my whole family and I'm all alone now, there was nothing for me in London and I had to get away so I came here."
It was uncanny how similar the two brother's looked when they were serious. Dean was looking at him with what seemed like respect and Sam, while the look wasn't full of pity, it was much softer than Dean's. "Well you've got us now haven't you? As a family? That is, if you want us?" Sam spoke so earnestly and John could do nothing but melt.
To tell the truth, John felt a tell-tale burning at the backs of his eyes and he cleared his throat, blinking rapidly. Even so, his voice was a little hoarse when he went to Sam and put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Thank you Sam. I would be honoured to consider you family." He couldn't help but glance at Dean while he said this but the older brother was just looking at the younger with a fond smile on his face.
John was so busy trying to control his tears that almost missed Dean's quiet words. "Our mom died when we were little, I was 4 and Sam was 6 months. Dad's been looking for the demon that did it ever since."
He was astounded, John knew what had happened, Bobby had told him, but he had never expected Dean to be the Winchester that told him, maybe Sam, although he and Dean had bonded over the training their dad's had put them through. He was filled with a sudden determination and spoke with a strong voice that he had only heard before from his dad, "I'll help you get it. The demon. I'll do everything that I can to help you. We are family after all."
It was at that moment when John was seized with the urge to tell them what he was but Bobby had been adamant that he keep it to himself and while he did trust the brothers, he trusted Bobby a bit more and so kept his mouth shut.
While John was thinking, Sam and Dean shared a moment of silence for their Mom before they returned to the shooting competition with renewed vigour.
2 months later
"John. Are you sure about this? These gifts of yours, they're not an exact science are they?" John had gone straight to Bobby after he had woken up with a bad feeling. The last time he had felt anything like it was when he had met that demon months ago but this was even more potent which, he supposed, made sense as the mental block was gone and his powers were much more effective.
"Yes Bobby. I'm sure. There's a demon near here, close, probably somewhere in Sioux Falls. I know you don't want to trust anything that is remotely supernatural but this is bad, this demon could hurt someone." Bobby looked at him appraisingly and he straightened as was his habit but it seemed like it was unnecessary as Bobby turned around and picked up a duffel from underneath his desk while he levelled an expectant look at John.
"You comin' or what?" John had thought Bobby would call John to take care of the demon as it was usually him that hunted them but apparently not. It was then that Bobby's words registered, "Me? You want me to come with you on a demon hunt?" He spluttered at the older hunter. John had been on hunts during his time at the salvage yard as Bobby thought it was only right, he had abilities (fighting and shooting, not weird light that moves things) and he should use them. Sam and Dean had been on hunts as well of course but none of the three of them had ever been on a hunt for a demon. The brothers were going to be so jealous that Bobby took him on a hunt for a demon.
"John. You know every language known to man. You know spells and exorcisms that I've never heard of and even though I don't think it's a good idea for you to use the physical powers too much as you could become out of control, I'd be stupid to not ask you to help when you are so obviously better equipped than any hunter." John could only stare at him stunned and nod stupidly.
They were almost in Sioux Falls when John felt a pull in his gut, it wasn't painful but it did make his head snap up in surprise and he noticed they had just passed an old, rundown house on the side of the road. "Bobby, not to alarm you or anything but I'm fairly sure the demon was in that house we just passed." He turned to look at Bobby and almost laughed at the shocked look on his face but after a moment, he nodded and pulled over before turning the truck around.
"You sure? What did you see?" John didn't know whether to tell the truth but decided that he should trust the older hunter. "I felt like a pull in my stomach, it was like before, you know when I first saw that demon but stronger." It was difficult to explain but apparently Bobby saw he was telling the truth and pulled into a side road a few hundred meters away from the house.
They both got out and Bobby went straight to the bed of the truck, pulling out two old army canteens and two shotguns. John took one of the flasks and felt a shiver pass through him, not unlike a caffeine rush but he dismissed it as adrenaline before taking the shotgun. "These are filled with rock salt and are usually pretty good but using the holy water is better, you got that?" John just nodded as he felt a strange clam wash over him and his senses sharpened.
"Your job is to just keep it away from me as I'm doin' the exorcism so be careful." Bobby did seem a bit hesitant to send him in but John smiled reassuringly and-without knowing he'd done it-sent a wave of calm over the older hunter that set him at ease. They crept up to the side door and John felt the pull in his gut intensify but his heartbeat slowed down, it was a strange sensation but he pushed through it and focused on the sounds of movement inside the house.
The side door opened without a noise when John pushed it which he thought was a bit wrong, the house was old, it should have made some noise but he just shrugged and continued through the door waiting for Bobby to come in behind him. They waked towards the main room and peered around the door frame to see a woman holding up a chalice in front of her face. John knew without a doubt that he couldn't let her use the chalice and darted forwards to knock it out of her hand, she spun around and threw a punch at his stomach that he dodged.
"Bobby!" After his shout, he heard Bobby start the exorcism but he had bigger problems, namely the demon in front of him that was starting to look quite terrified as John advanced on her, trying to restrain her in some way so Bobby could finish. However, she inevitably didn't want to cooperate and she threw a hand out in front of his chest as if to stop him but John just carried on not realising that he shouldn't have been able to and put his hand on her forehead.
He could no longer hear the exorcism and chanced a quick glance around to see Bobby pinned to the wall behind him. When he saw this, it was as if he was no longer in charge of his body and his hand started to glow bright white. There was a voice shouting but he couldn't make out any distinct words as he watched the woman's eyes burn away. A part of him, the doctor, was screaming at him to stop but he couldn't, this was a demon, it had to die, it was evil.
As the light died away he dropped the body to the ground and stared at it for a moment before his mind cleared. "Jesus!" Even though he knew was useless, John dropped to the ground and tried to heal her but before he could lay his fingers on her forehead, Bobby was pulling his hands behind his back in such a way that if he moved, his shoulder would have dislocated.
"Stop John. Stop struggling. She's gone. There's nothing you can do." It vaguely registered that he was crying and he just couldn't stop and Bobby wouldn't let him go but as his body started to shake and the edges of his vision went dark, it didn't matter anymore and he fell to the floor.
Next chapter should be up at least by this time next week so stay tuned :)
Oh and sorry for the cliffhanger ;)