A/N: Here is the second one.
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"He's a pretty boy, John." Bloody fingers gently comb through bright blond locks. "He looks just like his mommy."
The demon smiles at him, gripping the four year old whose shaking with fear.
John on the other hand, is shaking with rage. His vision is tinted red, shotgun in one hand and holy water in the other.
Dean stares at him with watery green eyes, begging for help. His bottom lip quivers, bruises on his jaw and he mouths the word, daddy.
That night was the first time John killed a demon and it's host without a shred of guilt.
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