AN: I haven't worked on this in a while and I'm sorry! I'm recovering from surgery and I'm in high school! It's difficult :/ but here's the next one so yay!
Disclaimer: *puts hand outside* stillll don't own supernatural
*a couple days later*
John walked through the door with a grunt and heavy breathing before slamming it shut and letting his body fall back. He looked down and saw that the blood had dried so there was just a giant splatter of dark red on his chest. It wasn't his. It... Wasn't his. John began to shake slightly and punched the door in pure anger. Yet that's when Mary decided to enter the room. She looked as though she hadn't slept in weeks.
"Where the HELL have you been?!" She screamed.
John's eyes dropped so he focused on the sole of his shoes. "Mary.."
"No. You don't get to even think about apologizing to me. Do you realize I thought you..." Her last words were choked out as a hand flew to her mouth.
Guilt flooded throughout John's body in a cold wave. "Mary... What happened while I was gone?"
Mary shuddered and sat down in a chair. "They came, John. Sammy and Dean. They were standing right there and... And... I-I couldn't d-do anything! NOTHING!" Sobs poured out of her mouth as she put her head in her hands.
John quickly ran over to her side and just held her tightly. "Mary listen to me, I'm here now. They didn't get me. I promise that I won't leave you ever again."
"But what if I do." Mary whispers.
John let's go slowly and looks at her face. Tears were stained under her eyes which were slightly swollen and everything just looked so fragile as if she could break any second.
John sighed and took her hand. "Well I won't let that happen."
Mary just nodded and wiped her eyes before they trailed down John's body. With each glance, her eyes grew until she looked as though she would be sick.
"John why is there blood all over you?" She whispers, scared out of her mind.
He looks at his chest and stands up slowly. "Now Mary, you gotta listen to me-"
"What have you done?" She growls.
John just shook his head and laughed bitterly. "I shot first and asked questions later, Mary."
He didn't want to say that. He didn't MEAN to say that. But it was already done and Mary just let more tears fall before she fled into her room.
"Mary..." He called weakly but she wouldn't answer.
His feet felt glued to the floor as he fell to his knees. "Why did you take my boys? You ruined everything. All she wanted was a normal life..."
Those words were quiet and left an empty feeling throughout the room which just made him angry.
"WHY DID YOU TAKE MY CHILDREN?" He yelled, this time is own voice echoed back.
He just stared at the ceiling and remembered the fire spreading across over the crib. It could've been Mary. He would have his boys but would lose Mary and he wasn't ready to give her up that easily. Just as he was thinking of it, Mary came back in, this time with tissues and ice cream.
He chuckled and ran forward to kiss her which she gladly returned. "Thank you." He murmured.
She smiles into the kiss and pulls back. "Now, let's just calm down. You can explain the blood tomorrow but for now, WE'VE got personal work to do."
John and shakes his head with a smile. "Lead the way my female huntress."
*the next morning*
John felt refreshed. Him and Mary really needed a day to just themselves, to not go insane over worry. As he walked into the kitchen, he soon realized that their moment was over. Mary was clutching the phone tightly and was staring at him.
"John. Where was that blood from?"
He froze and shook his head. "Mary please I can explain-"
"NO! You've explained enough already... Oh my god I can't believe this..."
Mary had begun pacing the floor and John knew a mental breakdown was about to occur so he quickly swooped in and held her despite her constant pulling to get away.
"Mary listen to me! I have to explain! It's not what it seems! Please!" He whispered.
She slowly stilled and looked up at him, her face a mask. "We have to go see Ellen."
John nodded and rubbed her back. "Alright. We will okay? We will..."
But soon that promise would be empty and they would both be pushed farther into a swirl of chaos.