Okay, this is supposed to be a fluff of the Winchesters having a weird life even when it does not involve the supernatural. Cause lets face it, that family is cursed with the weirdest luck anyone has.
I do not own Supernatural. If I did I would be so happy.
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The muscles in John Winchester's back tightened like bowstrings ready to explode. John, being a good man at heart, was not a person who would strike a woman, at least a non-supernatural female, but this tart would be the exception if she did not stop grabbing his son!
The whole affair started six months after the Fire, when the Winchester family rolled into a little town called Rural Valley, a little coal town in Pennsylvania. It was a place to stop for the night before heading north to Lake Erie for a hunt.
John would have preferred to continue through the night, but his sons' needs would not comply with that plan. Sammy had been crying for the past hour while Dean had tried in vain to keep the year old happy. One problem with being a new hunter was that curtain mundane activities became forgettable while researching possible evil things and ways to stop them from harming innocents. Sadly, for John's nerves and Sam's stomach, purchasing new baby formula was one of those forgotten chores. John did not want to be a negligent father but he had honestly thought there had been some formula left.
"Daddy, Sammy's hungry." Dean called from the back, not mentioning his own growling tummy.
"I know buddy, I'll find a store quick." John called back as he turned onto the Main Street. It was not long before he found one, like any of the other local town groceries John had seen since he had started hunting.
The eldest Winchester ignored the blatant stares of the locals as he climbed out of the Impala; the car always drew attention in these small towns. Though seeing a big man with a baby held on leather clad shoulder and small boy in hand drew its own glances.
"What do you want to eat?" John asked Dean as the three made their way toward the baby supplies. Before John could grab the closest concoction to his hand, Dean reached out and snagged the proper brand, along with some other necessaries for the baby.
"A sandwich Daddy." The boy answered, green eyes looking over the items in the basket to make sure he had gathered what Sammy would need. Pride surged through John as he watched his eldest child take command of Sam's care, which would mean that John did not have to worry about leaving the boys, knowing that Dean could handle things.
"What an adorable baby!" a woman squealed behind John.
John turned quickly to see a woman almost twice his age, bleach blond hair hanging around a heavily painted face. The eldest Winchester drew Sammy backward when the woman stretched a claw-like hand toward the baby's fuzzy head. John did not like the look in this woman's eyes. Many women fall prey to the cuteness of the little bundle, but never had he seen the hunger in this woman's eyes as she looked at the baby.
John leveled a steely glare at the woman but she seemed to not notice, "What's your name cutie, I could just take you home with me," she cooed.
"Excuse me," John grunted as he pulled Dean along as the father took his sons away from the weird woman toward a deli in the back of the store. "Could I get two ham sandwiches?"
"You know," John's brows came together with an almost audible 'click' when he heard the woman behind him. She had obviously followed them, not getting the cold dismissal John had given her, "A little angel like this should have a woman's influence. A man just cannot give what a baby needs. Are you married?"
John growled, "She died." Why could this woman not understand he wanted her to leave?
John visibly tensed when the aged hussy pinched Sam's cheek. Sammy scrunched his face and whimpered, not liking the pressure on his face. He may have physically removed the woman from close proximity to the Winchester brood if the teen behind the counter had not brought the food that moment.
John made a tactical retreat to the registers, hopping to escape the crazed woman. "Are there any hotels around here?"
The woman behind the register looked up at the cold question. She looked close to saying something rude before noticing the children clinging to him. Her eyes softened as she offered kindly, "Yes, there are a few about a mile down the road."
"Thank you ma'am," John drawled without looking, gaining a blush from the woman. Grabbing the bags as well as Dean's hand, the Winchesters made a beeline for the Impala before the crazy woman could follow.
Dean strapped Sammy into his seat, beaming at the baby, "Gonna eat Sammy."
Sam gurgled happily at his brother, content in Dean's affection compared to the lady who had scared him, hungry or no. John watched as the infant grabbed the boy's fingers and sucked on them.
"Ew, Sammy." Dean rubbed slobber onto Sam's jumper.
"De!" Sam replied happily.
John smiled at his sons antics as he glanced in the rearview mirror, "We're all going to eat buddy, just don't let Sammy ruin his dinner by eating you."
"Yes sir."
John turned the car into a parking lot in front of the first hotel that looked affordable. "Watch your brother," John ordered as he climbed out of the driver seat. It did not take long for John to register with the elderly woman behind the counter, under the name Jack Torrance, and to get permission to use the kitchen for Sam's bottles. Leaving the check-in, the eldest Winchester heard his distressed children before he saw what was going on. Images of possibilities, everything from carjackers to the demon taking his children, flashed through John's head as he dashed toward the cries.
John came into view to see that woman from the grocery, stepping away from the Impala with a crying Sam in her arms. John saw red then; woman or not no one grabbed his baby and got away with it. John was almost upon the freak woman when a small blur from the car beat him to the punch. Dean had leapt from the car after his brother and did what any five year old would do when faced with someone they detested, he sunk his teeth into the woman's leg.
The woman cried out as the sharp teeth of the five year old sank into her calf. This had the duel affect of making the woman drop Sam and drawing the attention of people in the tavern beside the hotel. John, movements honed from training things faster then any normal human, was able to catch his baby before he hit the ground. Dean removed himself quickly before the woman could try to kick him off and retreated to the safety of his father's legs.
"You little bastard!" the woman growled, making as to grab the child. She stopped short when she found herself facing a visibly angry John Winchester. Not many people in the hunting profession could stand down the angry Winchester patron, and this woman held no chance at all.
John was ready to strike the woman when he caught sight of a cop car in the corner of his eye. So did the woman, for she had turned to run the opposite direction.
"Are your children all right sir?" one officer asked as the other chased after the woman.
Sammy had finally started to calm down now that he was in the protective arms of his father, while Dean still had an angry flush at the fact that that old weirdo had tried to snatch his baby brother.
"Fine," John said as he laid a reassuring kiss to Sam's forehead.
"You are lucky sir, that woman has been snatching children all over town. We just have not been able to locate her." The officer looked embraced; he seemed to know he was intruding on the Winchesters reassuring each other. "I will need your statement sir."
John said the barest minimum to please the officer enough to make him leave. It took Sam's hungry cries and John's steely glare to make the man offer to come back tomorrow to get a few report.
With the action done, and knowing his sons were going to be fine, John grabbed the forgotten bag of food. Picking up Dean, John walked into the kitchen to see to his responsibilities as a father. They would be leaving early to avoid the police, but that was then. Right now, John was just happy to have his kids in his arms.
Ah, mushy mushy. I hope you like it, I may or may not continue to make little chapters about little things happening to each Winchester. You know; Sammy's first day at school, Dean being chased by some farmer with a shotgun and so on. Now REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!! Please, I need some encouragement, I am sad.