Title: a river in Egypt, too wide to ford
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AUish; takes place during "Devil's Trap"
Pairings: mentions of John/Mary, John/Jo, Sam/Dean, and John/Dean
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 265
Prompt: if more Jo/John isn't meant to be just now, I will adore some Sam/Dean just as hard.
Oh, Johnny, you twisted boy, Azazel purred, calling forward the memory. She's younger than Sammy, you cad.
John tried closing his eyes, turning his face away, but trapped in his own mind, there was nowhere to go.
You called her Mary, Azazel said. Did you imagine it was your blushing bride you pumped your cursed seed into? Sorry, kiddo. Mary's long dead. She's been screaming in Hell for years.
John didn't say anything, didn't respond. The demon-Mary's murderer-wanted a reaction, so he would give none.
I wonder, Hunter, Azazel mused. It made you even harder when she called you Daddy. You've locked it away tight, but do you think it's your fault your boys are so twisted? You're a monster yourself, after all. Of course you'd raise monsters.
John kept silent, but Azazel continued, Don't wanna think about it, Johnny? About Sammy sticking it in Dean? That boy is pretty when he's panting, begging, howling for release. You've locked it away tight, but I can see that you wondered. Wanted. That's why you left, isn't it?
Finally, John hissed, Shut the fuck up.
Azazel cackled, loud and long, shoving John further into the recesses of his mind. She looks a bit like your boy would as a daughter, doesn't she, Johnny. He turned the memory off, shaking John's muscle loose, getting ready. Your sons, Winchester. They're something else, you know?
The last thing he heard before everything going mute and dark was Azazel murmuring, They're the reason Mary was my favorite. You wanna know why you called that little girl Mary? So you wouldn't call her Dean.