Supernatural Fanfiction - Part7
Word count: 5,617
Characters: Sam Campbell, Mary Campbell, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Jo Winchester, John Winchester, Ruby
Type: Gen/AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Psychological play with a child. Torture and a mention of a suicide attempt. Quite a bit of emotional distress. Some readers might find the story a little bit dark. But I don't think it's too dark.
A/N: Again sorry for the delay. I kind of hit a dry spot, because so much has happened to me and I had to put this on hold. So, I had to re-read previous chapters so I can keep the story flowing smoothly and making sense :)
Please leave feedback if you are enjoying the story. If you think something could be improved drop a line, I'm always looking to improve my writing and story telling.
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Lucifer's Angel
Part 7: Enemies and Allies
by: Yaya
Summary: Beyond these clouds you can hide all your tears ….
“Your dad is gonna be pissed!” Ruby said as she stared at a shocked Jo and an equally shocked Dean. “Oh yeah, your Hyde is so gonna get whipped.”
“Sam!”
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Then … Nine Months Ago
Jo sat in the back seat of the Impala waiting for her dad and brother to return. She snorted as she recollected the earlier events.
“You stay in this car and don't you leave it, no matter what you hear. Got it Jo.” Her father ordered. “Yes, dad I got it.” Jo replied.
“I mean it Joanna Beth, if you so much as leave this car I will strap you to the bathroom sink next time. You wanted to come with us, and you agreed on the conditions. Don't make me regret my choice.” John could see his baby girl wasn't happy about not being able to actually come on the hunt with them, but he couldn't risk losing her too.
“You look just like your mom.” He said just before placing a chaste kiss to her forehead and leaving. “Lock the doors and keep the windows up!”
Jo stared out the window, wondering what took them so long, “come on guys.” She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a bark. “Get a grip Jo, it's just a dog!” She reprimanded. When she saw two shadows emerging from the woods she sighed in relief. She quickly unlocked the doors and sprinted towards them, throwing herself at her brother's body, “jerk! You said you were going to be a minute. It was half an hour!”
“Hey, no hug for your old man?” John teased, but Dean could see the slight hurt and disappointment when Jo didn't hug their father.
“Jo, get off me. I'm hot and sweaty!” Dean lightly shoved his sister away, then he took her hand and they walked back to the car.
“So, did you find him?” Jo asked.
“Who? … Move over.” Dean climbed into the back seat and sat beside his sister. Even though he didn't want to be touched, due to the sticky blood and the sweat coating every inch of his body, he let Jo sprawl herself over his lap.
“The monster that killed mommy.” Jo replied.
Dean turned to see if their father was listening, but John was buried in the trunk of his car, rearranging weapons and taking inventory. “No.” He simply replied. “It was a werewolf.”
“Oh,” Jo buried her face in Dean's stomach and inhaled, “You stink.”
“Shut up!” Dean popped Jo on the forehead.
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Now …
“Sam?!” Jo looked like she saw a ghost. “You're … you're … alive?”
She hadn't witnessed anything beyond her friend being shot and laying still on the ground. For the past two years she had believed he was dead.
“Hi, Jo.” Sam said in his typical shy manner and Ruby snorted at the sight. Sam being shy now was kind of amusing, especially after witnessing what a true force he had quickly become in the past two years.
“Sam?!” It seemed Jo's mind couldn't process beyond her friend being alive and well. Ruby rolled her eyes, “yeah, Sam is alive and kicking. I see you guys are too. Can we get past this and move on to the exciting stuff … like today?!” Ruby shoved passed the three stunned kids and into the diner.
Sam nodded, “yeah, um. Can we talk?” Sam asked. His heart was beating a mile a minute, he really liked Jo and he was hoping she'd say 'yes'.
“Um, okay Sam. Come on.” Jo walked back into the diner and Sam followed. His eyes caught the sight of Dean staring at him and Sam immediately ducked his head as he passed him by. Dean hadn't said a word the whole time, his mind still reeling. The boy he grew to hate was alive and in the same town as they were, which meant so was the devil. Dean grabbed his cell phone and dialed his father's number. “Yeah, dad? … He's here.”
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John's body ached as he slowly sat up in bed, he reached for his cellphone on the nightstand and hissed as the stretch of his arm tugged on the fresh stitches in his shoulder. He and Caleb had gone hunting a pack of Beserkers and one had caught him right in the shoulder. Caleb helped stitch him up, pumped him with painkillers and drove him home. The painkillers were wearing off and John could now feel the fresh pain in his shoulder, along with the dull pain of his previous wounds.
“'Ello?” John answered with a gruff tone. His slumped shoulders suddenly stiffened, “I'll be right there. Keep an eye on him son.” John ordered, then hung up his phone.
“Gotcha!”
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"You should invite Sam Campbell to spend time with Jo."
"Who?"
"Jo's new friend, pay attention boy!... You should invite him over to play wit Jo."
John looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "why?"
"Because I said so, it'll be good for Jo to have a friend like Sam as a close ally. It'll do the boy some good too."
This was one of the instances where Missouri didn't make a lick of sense and John would occasionally give up on what message she was trying to convey. "Missouri, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Watch your mouth boy! … Just do it. Invite the child over, treat him well, it could help you in the long run."
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John slammed the door of his Impala closed and burned rubber, his mind racing as he thought of the many ways he was going to end his misery, how he was going to kill the things which took his beloved Ellen away. Tears stung his eyes as he recalled the night he heard her screaming, the image he conjured up in his mind, the one that appeared to him every night as he slept - Ellen's body slowly going up in a blaze of fire. His foot hit pedal and the car sped down the dusty road towards the small diner where his son and daughter sat with the devil's child. “You're going to live to regret this. I'm going to take away what's precious to you as you've done to me.” John whispered the promise over and over until he was parked and exiting his car.
The small bell rang as he opened the diner and John didn't waste any time. Before anyone could react, John had his colt pressed at the temple of Sam Campbell's head. “Get up. Now!”
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Sam was swinging his legs under the table, his dimpled smile showing how happy he was to see his friend, Jo. He looked under the table and noticed that Jo had indeed grown to be taller than him, he giggled as he noticed her feet could touch the ground and his still swung slightly above it. “I'm gonna be taller than you one day.” Sam teased.
Dean cleared his throat and Sam snapped his attention back to everyone seated at the table. “You said you wanted to talk to us. Talk.” Dean didn't try and hide the hate that came out while he spoke to Sam.
“I … I'm sorry.”
Jo looked confused, “sorry for what, Sam?”
“I'm sorry about your mommy. I didn't mean to get her killed. It's just that, daddy, sometimes gets really upset when I get hurt. When your daddy shot me, my daddy just lost it. But he didn't mean to kill your mommy.” Sam was staring straight at Dean as he answered Jo's question. “Your daddy would have done the same thing, if mine shot you.”
“Your dad is nothing but a monster, he's the devil and your his spawn.” Dean stared right back at Sam. He could feel a cold sweat break out all over his back, goosebumps covered his arms, and his heart rate was picking up speed. But he didn't allow any of that to waver him, he stood his ground and he'd be damned if he allowed this child to see his fear.
Sam was about to respond when he suddenly felt something odd being pressed at his temple.
“Get up. Now!”
Sam turned his head towards the large man with the gun pointing at his head and smiled, “hi, sir.”
“I said, get up. … Slowly.” Sam did as he was told, he slowly stood up and watched as the gun moved to point at his forehead. “Dean grab your sister and go wait in the car. .. Do it now!”
“Come on Jo.” Dean grabbed for his sister, but she pulled away.
“No. Dad. Don't do this. Please.”
“I gave you an order, now do as your told!” John shouted out, his eyes never leaving the small boy standing before him.
“Daddy. Please, it's not Sammy's fault. It's not his fault mom's dead. You do this and he'll just come and take you away and then me and Dean, we'll be alone. Please daddy, don't do this!”
He refused to look at his daughter, refused to hear her please. The only thing on John's mind was - take what was taken from me. “No! He'll live to regret what he did to me, to my children. Go!”
John's finger slowly began to pull the trigger back, Sam stared at the mournful man and his heart broke for him. He could understand the loss John Winchester was feeling, for he felt that loss every night. When he lay down to sleep, his mind would be consumed with nightmares of his mother walking off a cliff or being taken deep down to the pits, and every night he would wake up searching for her. He also understood that he was blessed, he always found his mother. But John Winchester would never find his Ellen.
“It's your fault she's gone, you're the reason why my life, my children's lives have been leveled! You're a devil, an evil being and it'll do the world good if I end you here and now.” John was so consumed with rage, hate, loss and fear, he didn't notice that his children still stood there watching him. Tears were streaming down Jo's face and Dean couldn't hold back his walls anymore, they came crumbling down and the tears flowed freely. John's eyes were red rimmed and his hand holding the colt was shaking slightly. “My Ellen is gone, she's gone and I can't bring her back and I...”
His sobs grew louder and Sam did the only thing he knew how to do, something his mother did for him whenever he woke from a nightmare. Sam slowly stepped up to the mournful man and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. “I'm sorry, sir.” Sam said, and with that John pulled the trigger and everyone in the diner, including Jo and Dean cried out.
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Sometimes when you're not looking, when you're unaware, life's message to you can be overlooked or unheard. The smallest of signs can be what saves a life, even when you're unaware of it, it is completely aware of you.
“It's not your time to die sweetheart, you need to wake up and live, live for our children, live for me.” Ellen sat beside John and watched as the thick pool of blood flowed, red river coating the diner floors.
“Ellen?” John croaked out, he couldn't believe his eyes, his Ellen was alive!
“Yes, my love.” She answered sweetly, but her eyes were sad and she dreaded having to tell her husband the truth, “no dear, I'm not alive. You're dead...”
John couldn't believe his ears, “no. No!” He couldn't die, not now, not when Jo and Dean needed him. “Oh God what have done?!” He cried out in anguish.
“Sh, sh, love. Don't cry. Everything will be alright. You'll see. You just need to open your eyes, John. Open your eyes.”
John shook his head 'no', if he opened his eyes he would never see Ellen again, “I can't. I can't. I don't want to. Ellen please don't make me.” He was pleading and he was aware of sounding selfish, but he so desperately needed to be with Ellen, needed to see her, say goodbye the proper way, hold her and never let go. “I … I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Ellen. Oh, God! Please don't do this, I need her! Jo and Dean, they need you Ellen, please!”
Miracles did happen, life had a funny way of handing them out and to whom, but they did happen. “Can you help him? He won't let me go, and he needs to let me go. He needs to wake up, he needs to live, our children need him.” Ellen delivered her please to the heavens above and watched as John slowly slipped from her reality. “I love you John Winchester.”
Miracles did happen and when a hand was placed on John's chest, he was pulled from the afterlife. John gasped out as his breath was restored.
“We got a live one!”
John woke to chaos, people screaming and the faces of his children staring down at him. He could see Jo was crying by the way her chest heaved in and out, Dean had his arms protectively around her, whispering words of comfort into her ear. “Where...”
“Try not to talk sir. We've got you.” The paramedic placed an oxygen mask over John's face and smiled. “There you go, now breath.”
“Jim?” John looked up at the very familiar face of a very old friend. “Jim?”
The paramedic winked at him and smiled, “sorry to disappoint you kid, not Jim.” He pointed to his name tag, “Bobby, Bobby singer. Now, relax. We're going to move you.”
John was lifted up on to a gurney and rolled out of the diner. Jo and Dean rushed out behind him and they were all filed into the ambulance and driven to the closest emergency room in town.
“Dean?” John called out.
“Here dad, I'm right here,” Dean was still shaking. The sight of his father laying dead on the ground had caused Dean to enter a semi catatonic sate. All that blood pooling around his dad, and then there was this mysterious light emanating from around Sam and everything else was just too much. Dean had squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them his father was alive and now they were in an ambulance on their way to the hospital.
“Where's Jo?” John asked as his hand reached out in search of his baby girl.
“I'm here daddy,” Jo moved closer so her father's hand could touch hers.
John pulled her to him and looked long and hard at his little girl, “hey.” He smiled at her reassuringly.
“Hey,” Jo hiccuped.
Bobby Singer watched with fondness at the family in his ambulance, “it's miracles like these that make you wonder.”
John looked at the paramedic with trepidation. Bobby chuckled, “I'm just saying. You were dead, for five minutes kid. Now, you're not. That's a miracle if I do say so myself.”
John just continued to stare at the very familiar face, “yeah. Miracle.”
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January 24, 1983
Lawrence Kansas - Winchester Residence
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Dean, happy birthday to you!”
Dean bounced on his haunches as his birthday cake was brought in from the kitchen. “Okay Dean take a deep breath and blow out the candles!” John stood in front of his son with a camera, ready to snap a picture. Ellen stood behind John with baby Jo sleeping in her arms. Dean breathed in deep and blew out the candles like a pro, “Yes! I get my wish!” Dean fist pumped the air as all the candles went out at once.
There was a knock at the door and John went to answer it, Dean was busy stuffing his face with his second slice of birthday cake, he didn't notice when Father Jim Beaver came in with a Radio Flyer wrapped in a big red bow. “Happy birthday son!” Dean jumped out of his chair and ran to the large red wagon “wow!”
Ellen smiled at their dear friend. “What do you say Dean?”
“Thank you uncle Jim!” Dean threw himself at the Father in a big hug.
“Don't mention it kid.” Jim laughed.
“Five years old, you're practically a man!” John patted his son on the head, “now with this beauty comes great responsibility. You need to make sure her body always stays shiny red and her wheels oiled and ready to go.”
Ellen couldn't help but laugh at the men, she could see it now, John tending to his Chevy Impala and Dean right by his side with his Radio Flyer.
“I will!” Dean grabbed his wagon and pulled it into the living room where Jo was laying in her bassinet. “Hey, Jo. Look what uncle Jim got me!” He climbed up and peered in at his new born sister. “Don't worry I'll take you for a ride.” Dean whispered and smiled as his baby sister kicked her little feet and swung her little hands.
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“You've made my son's day. Thank you.” John sat on the porch beside his good friend, both men staring at the clear sky and sharing a late night beer.
“He's like a nephew I never had. I love that kid, you have no idea.” Jim placed a strong hand on John's neck. “I should head back, get the place ready for Sunday. You take care John and let me know if you need any help with hunting.” John raised his bottle in salute, “I will. Jim, thank you again.”
The two men hugged and said their goodbyes. John watched as his dear friend drove off into the night.
John felt happy and content. His family was safe, his wife was beautiful laying beside him, sleeping soundly and his babies were healthy and happy. John couldn't ask for anything more in his life. Tonight he basked in the safety and love of his home, his mind not thinking of hunting, and when he fell asleep he was smiling.
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Bobby Singer walked into John's room and smiled as he spotted the two siblings sleeping together in the empty hospital bed by John's. “They're angels,” Bobby remarked, “you must be proud of them.”
John had been staring up at the ceiling for the last couple of hours, trying to piece together the events that occurred at the diner. Something was off, he could fee it, “yes. I am.” He whispered.
Bobby stepped into the room and closed the sliding glass doors, “okay, I just need to check on a few things. Make sure you're heart's ticking okay and your stitches are dry.” As Bobby proceeded to check John over, John couldn't help but stare at the older man. His face was exactly like … 'no it couldn't be, he's dead' John thought as he continued to stare. The same crinkles as he smiles, the same gruff voice, John was having a hard time believing this doctor wasn't his dead friend. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
It was an odd question but there was no indication that Bobby found it so, “well, sure. I believe my wife's spirit came back in the form of my cat.” John's expression had Bobby laughing, “you wouldn't be looking at me like that if you saw a picture of my wife and then took a look at my cat.” Bobby winked and John huffed out a chuckle. “Honestly, though? … After witnessing your miracle today. I would say I believe in dragons.”
John winced as Bobby checked his stitches, his mind was made up and he decided now would be a better time than ever. “Um, doc. Can I show you something?” John watched the doctor for a sign that he might be over stepping his bounds. When Bobby didn't look like he was about to call the psychiatric nurse, John pointed to his jeans. “Over there.”
A few seconds later had Bobby staring at an old picture with a family and an older man. The older man looked like a spit image of himself. “Well, there's no fooling you is there Winchester.”
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“So, son. Tell me again why you saved the man who shot you, why you spared the one person who can end us all?!” Lucifer loomed over his son, his eyes fuming red and his hot breath causing Sam to wince and take a step back.
“I, I don't why. I just felt bad for him. Daddy, he was so sad and Jo was crying and it just seemed like the right thing to do.” Sam tried to explain. But he knew he was in for a long night of lesson learning from his father, no matter what he said. Sam sighed, “I'm sorry sir. Next time I'll do as you ask of me.”
Lucifer proceeded to glare at his son, “I know I ask too much of you, but you need to understand son. You are not like kids your age, you are not like any human on earth. If people found out who you are, they would hunt you down like a dog. I'm only trying to protect you, son. By sparing John Winchester, you now have put yourself and your family in more danger.”
Sam tried to wrap his head around everything his father was saying, it wasn't the first time these things have been said to him. For the past two years his father trained him, body, mind and spirit. Lucifer's unorthodox methods of teaching a lesson left Sam feeling scared and confused. He prayed every night for it to end, but the lack of response from the Archangel in his dream, left Sam feeling cold and hollow. But when he saw Jo, something inside of him warmed and he couldn't stay away from her. He felt nothing for John Winchester and he could feel the hate emanating from Dean. But it was Jo that had him react the way he did.
“It's okay son. You still have a chance to make things right. Let's go see your mother.” Lucifer held out his hand, waiting for Sam to take it. Sam's hand shook as he took his father's, “maybe seeing your mother will help put things into perspective for you.” Sam and Lucifer disappeared and when they reappeared the sounds of anguish and cries filled the air and the smell of burning flesh left a cold sweat on Sam's brow. “Mommy.”
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“Who are you?” John looked at the doctor suspiciously.
“You know who I am, John,” with a cheeky expression on his face, Bobby turned to leave the room.
“Wait. Please. Are you Jim Beaver? Are you my dead friend?” John was aware of the crack in his voice as he spoke, but he was desperate. He needed to know that miracles were possible, and even though he would prefer his Ellen back, having his old friend around would make him thankful to the powers above. “Please.”
“No, John. I'm not your dead friend,” a faint sound of wings fluttering and Bobby was instantly gone from sight.
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Sam stood stock still as he watched his mother writhe and cry out as the demons continued to minister their torture. He had long stopped crying and his eyes shed silent tears for his mother, angry tears for his own actions that resulted in such an outcome.
“Please, stop. Stop hurting mommy. I promise, I promise I'll do what I'm supposed to, just stop hurting her.” Sam's please fell on deaf ears. The demons continued their torture of Mary and Lucifer stood behind his son, waiting with anticipation for his son to truly show what power he possessed.
“Please. STOP IT!” Mary's screams continued to echo through the fiery pit, the demons laughs sounded like nails on a chalk board as they continued to taunt Sam and torture Mary. “I said stop it!” Sam closed his eyes and let his mother's screams along with the other anguished cries consume him, he opened his mind to the images that his father so often showed him while he slept. He could feel his heart rate speed up, his heart thumped so loud it almost drowned out the sounds around him. Then, suddenly the demons' laughs ceased. Red and yellow fiery light dissipated from their mouths and eyes as they dropped like dominos to the ground.
“I told you to stop.” Sam's voice shook as he spoke. His legs felt like jelly beneath him, but he pushed forward towards his mother. “It's okay mommy, I've got you.” Mary turned her tear stained face towards her baby and smiled, “you did it Sammy. I'm so proud of you!”
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John slipped into his jeans and shirt, and gathered his personal belongings into his duffle bag. “Rise 'n shine kiddos!” John nudged at Dean's shoe clad foot to wake him. “We need to hit the road.”
“Huh?” A groggy Dean sat up, his mind trying to catch up with his surroundings. “Dad! You okay?!” He sprang from the bed and headed towards his father to check on him.
“I'm fine Dean. Come on buddy get your sister up, we need to leave before they start asking questions.” John tried to smile reassuringly at his son.
“Okay.” Dean didn't want to take his eyes off his father, but he did for a split second to wake Jo up. “Jo, up 'n at em!” He shook his sister a little too violently, but he just didn't want to take his eyes off his father.
“Daddy!” Jo practically flew at her father, and in a de ja vu moment, John was seeing Jo as a five year old where she used to climb up his long limbs, and hug him around his neck.
“Whoa! Easy on your old man,” but John held his daughter in his arms and squeezed. He missed this, his baby girl being like this, she had grown up so fast and so much. John continued to squeeze her as his mind inadvertently went to thoughts of his baby girl as a grown and beautiful woman. 'She'll look just as beautiful as Ellen,' he thought. He closed his eyes and saw Ellen staring down at him. “I'm okay princess.” He felt Jo breathe out a sigh of relief and his heart broke.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys. I, I just got so consumed. ... I'm sorry.” John continued to squeeze his daughter.
“It's okay dad.” Dean spoke up. “We understand... Jo, come on we need to get out of here.” Dean took his father's duffle and headed for the door, not bothering to wait. Jo refused to let go of her dad and John was more than happy to carry her to the car.
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Harvelle's Road House
Dean walked to his father's bed and dropped the duffle on it. “I'm gonna order pizza.”
“Son, wait. We need to talk.” John placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder. “Please. … Jo, honey why don't you go help Ash out in the bar.”
Jo hightailed it out of their room before her dad could change his mind. “Ash!”
John laughed as his daughter's voice boomed from across the dirt road.
“Son. You okay?” John sat Dean down on his bed beside him. “You've been quiet all day. Wanna tell me what's on your mind?”
Dean lowered his head and shook it, “no.”
John sighed out, “I know I screwed up. Believe me, I know. I shouldn't have let this whole situation consume me...”
“Dad. You don't have to explain yourself.” Dean's voice had an undertone of bitterness to it and he winced when he saw it effected his father. “I mean, I get it.” He said more solemnly.
“Son, what did you see at the diner?” The flicker in his son's eyes was all the answer John needed.
“I. You. Sam, he … didn't seem like the thing you said he was. I mean, he … he hugged you dad. He was, he … he's not evil dad. At least I don't think he is.” Dean tried to say what his mind was thinking, but just thinking about the other day had him breaking out into a cold sweat.
John noticed his son's demeanor change, “hey, hey. Come on buddy, breath, it's okay Dean. You're okay, I've got you.” John leaned in to hug his son, but was shocked by his son's violent reaction.
“No! No, you didn't dad! You didn't have me, you left me, you left Jo! You gave up and you died!” Dean shouted. John sat there on the bed, dumbfounded. “Dean?”
“You. You ... you just gave up! You gave up! … You stood there and shot yourself … How could you do that?” John watched his son in horror, he could see the kid was close to hyperventilating.
“You said that Sam was evil, you said that he was the spawn of Satan. But you know what I saw?! A kid! A sweet kid who was trying to calm my crazy father down. And then, pow! Bang! You shoot yourself and you're dead! Dead!”
“I don't remember … I didn't Dean,” John was trying to understand what his son meant.
“Yeah, you did dad. You raised your gun to shoot Sam, but instead you shot yourself. Bang! Bang! Ba...” Dean fell on his knees to the floor, his arms wrapped around his stomach protectively. His body rocked and shook, “You just gave up, you gave up. Mommy wouldn't have, mommy … where are you? ...”
John didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything - 'oh God, what have I done?' He thought. Slowly, John raised from the bed and sat on the floor where Dean continued to mumbled to himself. “Dean, son. Look at me. I'm sorry son. I don't know what happened at that diner, I walked in with the intentions of killing that boy, but I couldn't. Everything else is fuzzy, I don't … I don't remember shooting myself. I would never do that to you and Jo. Never. Son, do you hear me? Never.”
“Bang!” Dean shouted suddenly, making John jump. Dean made a gun motion with his hands and pointed it at his head, “bang!” Then he aimed his fingers at his dad's head, lightly touching where the doctors had stitched him up, and whispered, “bang.”
“I would never do that Dean. I would never leave you and Jo alone. Look at me son.” John lightly lifted his son's face up with two fingers to his chin, “I would never do that.”
Dean searched his father's eyes and could see no sign of lies. He nodded slowly, “I'm tired.” He crawled into his father's lap and curled up into a tight ball, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
John bit down hard on his bottom lip, trying to stifle the cry that threatened to come out, “I'm so sorry son.” He watched as Dean did something John thought he would never see his son do, not since he was eight and used to suffer from chronic nightmares. Dean slipped his thumb into his mouth and sucked on it, drawing comfort from the digit. John raised his eyes towards the ceiling and prayed for the first time in a long time.
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Sam remained asleep, curled up in his mother's arms, for better part of three hours. After they had returned from the pit, Sam refused to leave his mother's side. Lucifer hadn't objected, he felt pride swell in his chest, Sam finally used his true strengths to save his mother and proved to his father he was indeed his special angel. Mary was completely fine with laying in her bed watching her baby sleep. Lucifer smiled at the sight and decided he would spare his son the nightmares for one night. He was so proud of his Sammy, he felt the kid deserved a reprieve.
“You've done well Mary,” Lucifer said.
“Thank you dear,” Mary's eyes shone black as she smiled at her lover. “Now that Sammy's ours, now that he's completed his first step towards his destiny, can I now be free of these bonds?” Mary lowered her blouse to reveal two marks burned into her flesh just above her breast.
“Now, now … all in due time my love. All in due time.”
To Be Continued....