[Timed to just after Sam's debut.]Cautiously opening up the door of his hut, John looked left, then right, and then left again. The boys were out of sight, which meant the coast was clear. He hadn't wanted to interrupt the things they needed to say to one another away from him, and so he bade his time inside, murmuring softly to Terpsichore while ( Read more... )

There was a lot on John Winchester's mind. He felt restless, uneasy. More than he ever had since they'd taken care of the demon on Halloween. After that night, John hadn't known what to do with his life. So much of it had been spent tracking that bastard down. And now that they had and they'd gotten rid of him, what the hell was he supposed to ( Read more... )