Nov 26, 2007 17:42
John Winchester had always been a good natured man. He liked to laugh and make others laugh. He mainly reserved that for Mike, and for Mary and the boys. He never was able to say he hated someone. It just wasn't part of who John was. Not until November 2nd, 1983 when The Yellow Eyed Demon took Mary Winchester's life. That night John learned what hate was. How it felt to have it bubbling up inside. It ate at him and ripped him apart.
The day he almost lost Dean and he summoned the Demon he could feel his eyes burning through the man in front of him. His finger twitched on the trigger of the colt as he felt that hate bubble up to the surface until there was a bitter taste in his mouth. The demon saw it, could feel it and it made him smirk. It took every ounce of willpower to not kill the son of a bitch. No he needed him, and that in itself made John sick to his stomach.
That sick grin that spread over the demon's lips because he knew John would do it. That he'd make good on the deal because it was Dean. He tested it by saying he also wanted John's soul. John had felt his throat tighten and he wanted to kill him, but he needed Dean to be okay. He gave in and had the time to say goodbye. Though the demon saw and knew how much John Winchester detested him as he collected the man's soul.
John Winchester // Supernatural // 258 Words