Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural... Sadly enough.
Thanks to 67impalalover for helping me organize my thoughts and write them down.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
John walked out of the small motel bathroom, all blood and dirt washed from his now clean body. Dean sat upon one of two beds before him glancing up at his father in disbelief.
"Don't look too happy to see me, son."
Dean gave him an awkward glance then smiled nervously, "Sorry."
"No problem." John fidgeted. Dean's clothing covered his body and he felt constricted in the 'youngsters' attire. I'm going to have to acquire some new clothing, he thought to himself. John ignored his thoughts then continued on, "Can I use the Impala?"
"Technically she is yours..." Dean frowned then pulled a single key from his pocket, "Where are you going?"
"Thanks." He turned and headed for the door, ignoring his son's protests.
"I'm waiting."
Thoughts raced through John's mind, urging him to hurry.
"I'll be there in a second." He muttered to himself, slid into the drivers seat of the Impala, then let the ignition start smoothly.
"Hey there gorgeous." He patted the dash gently, "Nice to see you again."
Almost as in response the engine revved a cry of rejoice. The duo was soon to be unstoppable.
"Alastair." John nodded his head in greeting to the impatient form standing before him.
"John." Alastair too bowed his head in greeting. "Have you talked to him yet?"
John smiled. "Who? Dean?"
"Yes."
"Not yet. I've barely spoken to him since my return. He needs to be brought back to our world slowly."
Alastair looked at John in almost-disgust and spat on the floor, "Dean knows that the world isn't filled with happiness and perfection. He's been trained by me before. He knows his place. If you're not going to demand respect from the kid I'm going to teach him a lesson or two about knowing his status. He needs to choose who he's working for, John." Alastair paused then smiled, "Wait. We're not giving him a choice." He laughed sadistically.
John laughed a long, trying to hide a dim flicker of pain surging through his body.
"Stop it," he thought to himself. "Dean's a big boy now. He makes his own decisions.. He's going to choose us. He will. We aren't hurting him, we're benefiting him"
"You're right. He does need to make his decision. Soon… But give me a few days to talk to him, to convince him that his future is in our hands. Dean needs guidance, he always has."
"Three days John, three. If you don't have him under your control, he'll be under mine."
John nodded.
"You can go now." Alastair's laugh echoed through a small warehouse room that John was left standing in. His head was pounding and knees were weak.
"Sometimes I hate being someone else's puppet." He muttered incomprehensible things to himself then made his way out of the run down building.
"Time to go 'home' hon." John gently closed the Impala door behind him and headed back towards the motel. "Now it's time for the dirty work to start." He sighed.
Please R+R (: