Dean stared back at his father and then at his family before answering.
"Have you ever heard of Loki?" he asks quietly his family shoot him angry glances.
"Dean-
"Sammy he's tried this life…..he doesn't like it," says Dean simply, "Dad have you ever heard of a Loki? Otherwise known as the Trickster?"
"Uhhh he creates alternative universes known to have a sweet tooth?" asks John.
Dean nods.
"We're not sure how to summon it," he adds, "but I bet Bobby would,"
"If he doesn't kill me first," states John.
"Well he won't," says Kate, "you never meet him in this life…..you never went hunting,"
She stands and crosses the distance and kissed his forehead.
"Is this really what you want?" asks Kate.
"No," says John, "but this isn't who I am…..,"
"I've always wanted to tell you that I regret not telling you earlier about your son…whenever you're over you always look at his baby pictures," says Kate.
"I wish you had," says John as he looks at Adam who had slumped in his seat next to Sam.
"I don't want you to do this Dad," says Adam, "I liked knowing you….and knowing my big brothers,"
"I know you did," says John, "and I liked knowing you as a baby…..this isn't fair Adam but-
"Life's not fair I know," says Adam.
John's eyes followed to Jess, the girl of his son's dreams the one who burned away from Sam. Sam was holding onto, he didn't want to let go.
"I'm so sorry Sammy," he says before taking a quick glance at Jess who had tears in her eyes before he followed Dean out of the door.
SPNSPN
"Why are you so willing to help me?" asks John suddenly.
"I'm still me," says Dean, "just different…the me that was the kid who carried his brother from our burning house the one who grow up on the road is still here,"
John stares at his son, the one he made grow up too fast.
"Same with Sammy," says Dean, "the one who ran away to Stanford and same with Adam the one who grew up alone…Dad he'd let you have this life…..-
"If he wanted me to have this life why did he make me remember my old one?" asks John.
John turns and Dean is gone.
"Dean?" he calls out and then he is standing in a field alone.
A man appears in the field, he's shorter than John with brown hair.
"So you've figured it out?" he asks.
"Why the hell is my son?" yells out John.
"Don't worry he's safe," he says walking towards John, "isn't this the life you've always wanted?"
"No I want my wife back," says John, "I want my old house in Lawrence back but I know you're not gonna give it to me,"
"You're right I'm not," he says, "because that life was never gonna to be…it was your destiny your wife was never gonna live past twenty-nine,"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" asks John.
"Exactly what it sounds like…..this life was pre-destined for you since your birth," says Gabriel, "do you know the story your mother used to tell you?"
"The one about the angel?" asks John.
"You ever wonder why your mother who the doctors told for years that she couldn't get pregnant suddenly was able to give birth to four boys in her late forties no less?"
"Luck-
"You don't believe in luck," points out Gabriel, "it was because destiny stepped in to make sure you were born so your boys could be born,"
"Why do we need to be born?" demands John.
"That's something I can't tell you," he says, "but your boys will find out in time…..
"Tell me dammit- he reached for Gabriel but he disappeared and reappeared behind him.
"Not so fast big boy," says Gabriel.
"Why are you doing this?" asks John.
"I like games," says Gabriel, "hence the trickster title…-
He snapped.
SPNSPN
"John wake up," says Kate shaking him.
He jerked awake it the sun was shinning in the room. Kate was dressed in her nurse outfit the one she had fallen asleep in the night before. Her stress lines were visible and she shook her head as she cleaned up the beer.
"John this can't be a habit….it's not a good example for Adam," she says as she hurriedly cleans up the cans.
John grabs for the picture, he found just a four-year-old Adam smiling back at him dressed in a red sweater. And he jumps for his cell phone and dialed Dean.
"Hello?" came his son's tired voice.
"Are you still hunting?" asks John.
"Yes sir," replied Dean, "are you meeting me still?"
"Right, crap I'll meet you in uh give me 5 hours," says John.
Kate sighs shaking her head again wondering why he even came sometimes.
"Going back to work?" she asks raising an eyebrow and to her surprise John wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so sorry," says John, "this isn't fair to you or to Adam…..but I promise you…..once I get this job done I'll make sure you and Adam get the life you deserve,"
Kate stares at him her eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
"I promise you things will get better," says John grabbing his bag and underneath his breath added, "for all of us,"
Kate nods her head slowly.
"Tell Adam that I love him okay?" says John, "make sure he knows that I love him,"
"All right…..are you dying or something?" asks Kate, "I mean you're never this touchy feeling kind of guy not even when we meet,"
"I'm not dying…at least hopefully not-
"What?" asks Kate alarmed.
"Never mind, but promise me you'll tell Adam-
"That you love him I got it," says Kate as John goes for the door, "and John please make sure that you do come back to us in one piece…..I'm sure your son prefers you that way as much I do,"
"Good bye Kate," says John.
"Good bye John," replied Kate.
Their relationship since after Adam's conception had been strictly professional no hugging or crying or holding each other this was how Kate was how he was. She was simply the mother of his child, not his wife and not the woman who raised Sam or Dean.
And thinking in the car John realized a part of him loved Kate, loved that she didn't want to be held, didn't date other guys her life was on her son and her job to keep his son happy and healthy.
As much as he wanted to pretend that Kate was Mary they were two completely different people. He rubbed his wedding band, Mary was the woman he first loved, the woman who said yes all those years ago when he proposed to her in the this very car, the woman who he watched grow bigger and bigger while carrying their sons and she was the woman he lost in flames.
Kate was the woman he gained afterwards, the one who didn't look at him as if he was crazy that day in the hospital when he turned up looking like he'd lost a fight with a cheese grater. The one who sat by his bed, saying she felt bad that he didn't have family waiting for him, that he didn't have a wife there. The one who had taken him out to eat the night after he was discharged and the woman who carried his third and last son.
Dean and Sam was his and Mary's sons, the ones who were born in Lawrence, once believe it or not had a home. Dean was the four-year-old who carried his infant brother from their burning home that night, became a man that night watching out for his brother and for John. And Sam the son who never knew a maternal touch, was thrown into this life since before he could walk or talk. The one who ran away from John to go to Stanford who watched Jessica burn on the ceiling this was his life.
Adam was the son who didn't even know about the existence of the supernatural world, but ended up in a role very similar to Dean's minis the little brother. Adam knew how to fend for himself, knew how to cook, how to bandage burns and cuts, like Dean and Sam he grew up too fast but John knew now there was nothing he could do about it.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the ending….