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Now we move on to John, sorry if you expected him earlier!

Here comes Johnny! :)

While the girl in Forks, Washington was getting her life back in her own hands, a man's life in Lawrence, Kansas was falling appart.

John Winchester and his two boys, Dean who was four and Sam who just turned six months stood outside of what used to be their home. They were watching their home burn.

He just lost his wife, the mother of his children.

He was twenty five and a widower. Something pinned his wife to the ceilling of Sam's nursery and then set it on fire.

'What could do that' John wondered.

Nothing John knew previously, that was sure.

John was a simple man. Hell, he didn't even finish high school. He served in the marines for two years before returning home and opened the garage with Mike Guenter. While he wasn't religious John could swear that something evil, like the devil did that to Mary.

He met Mary soon after his return Lawrence.

John and Mary didn't get along at first but he fell in love with her eventually and she in him. He honestly believed they were going to get a divorce someday.

They were seperated already before Mary found out she was pregnant with Sammy. It just wasn't the same as it was at the begining. They were too different.

And after five years of marrige this is how it ended.

The next morning he took his children and went to see Missouri Moseley. He heard she was the best psychic in Lawrence.

He needed to do something, he needed to find out what happened to his wife and possibly avenge her.

What he found out floored him.

Ghosts and demons. Various creatures and witches. And so, so much more.

Then there were the people that took care of the evil, that helped humans. They were called hunters.

That was the exact moment John decided to become a hunter, find the thing that killed his wife and kill it. If he helped some people on the way then all the better.

But Missouri did have some encouraging words for John.

»I know that the pain you feel right now is to great for you to see that you haven't lost everything.« She put a hand on John's shoulder when he was leaving. »But you still have your children and somewhere she is waiting for you. And when you find her don't let her go.«

John, as Missouri said was in too much pain and only thought of revenge to really hear her. He will remember her words many years later.

He packed all that was valuable in what was left of his house, strapped his children it the car and left Lawrence, hopefull to never come back.

It took John some time to find someone to teach him the ways of hunting. He asked around geting wierd looks, shakes of heads and even some punches in the nose.

Until one day, after almost two months of constant traveling he found a man. A man who called him an Idjit but told him he'll help him, teach him, train him.

That day John Winchester met Bobby Singer.

They stayed with Bobby in his home while John trained and studied.

Dean Winchester was a quiet child a patient child but he finally had enough.

After three months he was tired of his dad's game and wanted to go home.

»Can we go home now, daddy?« He asked John one evening. »I miss mom.«

John was taken aback, he thought he already had this talk with Dean but searching his memory now he found no evidence of such thing. He swalowed once and then twice, his throat suddenly dry as a desert.

»Dean, son.« He took a deep breath. »Mom's gone.«

Dean cocked his head to the side.

»Gone where?« he asked.

John closed his eyes in despair. 'How do you explain something like this to a child?' He asked himself.

»She went to be with your grandparents, son.« He had no other solution.

»When will she be back?« Dean asked his father.

He didn't like it here. No one played with him and there were no cookies, no one to kiss him when he fell and hurt himself. Tears were begining to form in his eyes. He wanted his mommy.

John shook his head.

»She won't be back, buddy.« He took his son in his arms and held him close. »She can't come back from where she is now.«

»But why didn't she take me with her?«

John's heart constricted. He didn't even want to imagine losing one of his boys like he did Mary. He will make sure nothing like that happened, ever.

»No, son.« He pulled away from Dean and took his small tearfull face in his hands. »I need you here. How could I live without you, huh?«

»But I miss mom. Maybe we should all go to mom?«

John smiled a little.

It was all so simple in Deans mind, he wished everything was as simple as a childs mind.

»We can't, Dean.« He told him. »It's not time for us to leave yet.«

Dean nodded.

He didn't understand why they couldn't see mom now, but he saw his dad didn't want to talk about this anymore. So he accepted the answer his father gave him.

»But you won't leave, right?« He hoped that this was true. He already doesn't know where his mom is, but for dad to leave as well. That just isn't possible.

»No, buddy.« John stated.

He will do everything in his power not to leave his boys.

»If I ever do have to leave you, you can bet that I'll be back for you.«

»Promise?« Dean pleaded.

»I promise I will always come back to you and Sam.« This was a promise John fully intended to keep.

That night when Dean and Sam were in bed sleeping John and Bobby had a beer together.

»You're lucky to have them.« Bobby stated.

John was well aware of this fact and nodded. »I know.«

»I had a wife.« Bobby shared with him. »Her name was Karen. She was beautiful.«

John knew this was a sore subject, his own wife was for him too.

»What happened?«

He came to the conclusion that something supernatural must have happened to her, otherwise Bobby would not be a hunter. In the time he associated with huters he found one sure thing you either get born in to the job or a loved one died by the hands of unnatural.

»She was possesed by a demon.« Bobby told John. He tipped his beer. »I didn't know anything then. I didn't know what to do. I killed her.«

John made a sympathetic noise. He couldn't imagine how hard it was on Bobby. It was hard enough for him and he didn't have to kill his own wife, because he saw no other way out. That must have been horrible.

The time when Bobby thought John was ready to go on a hunt came soon.

His first hunt was a haunting, a simple salt and burn. He was in and out of the town in a day, nothing complicated for a first time. After all he did promise his son he will always come back.

As time passed John felt more prepared physically and mentally so he took harder cases.

In a year or so John felt capable of taking care of any case thrown his way.

He and Bobby exchanged for hunts. One Bobby would go on and John would stay home with the children and vice versa.

John grew more and more distant and easy to anger. He bearly talked with his children, when Sam walked for the first time he didn't even notice. All he saw was another hunt, another job, another monster down and another person saved.

Bobby had one day had enough, he told John he needed to snap out of it, that his sons need him.

Yet John was so blind to everything but evil, he didn't want to hear what Bobby told him.

He packed up his boys and they left the Singer Salvage Yard that same day.

Thank you for reading!