Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep (disassociate) wrote in spn_fic, @ 2007-12-15 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: disassociate, ch: john, length: ficlet (500-999 words), rating: pg-13 (frt), type: het |
Supernatural: John Winchester
Title: Reunion in death.
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing: John Winchester.
Word Count: 882
Disclaimer: Belong to Kripke, not mine.
A/N: - -
John had lived for twenty three years without ever finding anyone new. It was just the way he was, no one would ever replace Mary. He fought his life away earning scars upon scars. He dragged his boys down with him. All but forcing them into a life no kid should ever have. In a blink of their eyes they became children of a hunter. They were trained and conditioned to be hunters.
John was hard on his boys he knew that, but it never meant he didn't love them. He was hard on them because he loved them, he wanted them safe. He trained them hard and pushed them until he was sure they felt like they would break. His boys they made him proud. He would never admit it but they are what kept him going. They kept him pressing on. Most thought it was the need for revenge, but they were wrong. It was Dean and Sam. His sons.
When Dean laid in the hospital bed dying, John felt a hopelessness he hadn't felt since the night Mary died. He didn't know what to do. He did something most would slap him for even thinking of doing. He summed the Yellow eyes son of a bitch and bartered for Dean's life. He gave his soul and the colt for Dean to live. A father's sacrifice. He didn't have any regrets about doing it. He was able to see his boys one last time before he died. It was all he could have asked for.
John awoke in hell, he didn't need ask where he was. He knew the moment he woke up. Woke to Mary's scream and he ran up the stairs to their house. He got there and there was Sammy as a baby again. He knew what he'd find if he looked up and he tried not to. He didn't want to see her again, not like that. He couldn't help it as he involuntarily looked up and there she was. Face contorted in a silent scream. He went to reach for her and watched helplessly as she burst into flame and engulfed. He would be awoken then right afterwards from her scream again. He could never stop from running some strange hope making him pray he could change it this next time. This was his hell, watching his wife die over and over.
He knew the moment his boys were fighting The Demon. He knew in him dying he had hurt them, maybe even let them down some. He felt them struggling, felt their pain and fought. Fought against blackness, against the shadows trying to hold him down in hell. Hell wanted to hold him and keep him from his boys. They needed him, needed the distraction. He clawed his way out and came up behind The Demon and grabbed him. He lost hold of the mortal body for a few seconds. Time enough for Dean to get his bearings, the boy was taught well. He felt himself thrown back then and The Demon took back the body just in time for it to look down the barrel of the colt and Dean pulling the trigger.
He wasn't able to speak, his throat swollen from all the screaming he had endured in his time in hell. All he could muster were looks between his boys. Tears in his eyes and he could tell the boys knew by his face, the unspoken words that he was proud of both of them. He was prepared to be ripped back into hell, where his soul belonged. Instead he felt himself wrapped up in a warm calming light. He felt at peace with it. Instead of leaving in dark and shadow he left in light. Redeemed by his actions, and the death of The Yellow Eyed Demon.
He found himself somewhere new. It was happy and peaceful. He felt at ease here and glad to be in this new place. He was taking everything in.
"Winchester"
He knew that voice, he stopped, frozen in place. He was dreaming he had to be until he heard it again and turned. There she was. Mary. As beautiful as she was twenty four years earlier. His heart dropped, and he fell in love all over again. There were no words as the two embraced. He took her into his arms holding her tight afraid she'd disappear. He felt her fingers curl into his shirt as if fearing the same. Their lips pressed together as they kissed, twenty four years of missed kisses seared into that one. He was shaky wondering if this was real. His eyes drifted shut as he felt her hand on his face. It was real. He was with his Mary once more. SHe smiled and took his hand leading him to what was now their home. She was determined to keep hold of him this time. He was determined to do the same. After all the pain and loss he had suffered she whispered that it was finally time he was at peace. That he was with her again and happy.
The boys were good, or in his mind so he thought. He didn't know of deals with demons. Just knew the Yellow Eyed Demon was gone. Just knew he could finally let go and rest in peace.