John Winchester (spendsitonammo) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-09-23 10:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | john winchester |
Who: John and Dean Winchester
What: Reuniting and confusion.
When:Backdated to yesterday
Where: the coordinates he gave Sam and Dean
Warnings:TBA, it's the winchesters. :O
John remembered it all. Dying. Yellow-Eyes. Dying again. Did he mention dying? Most would sit back and reminisce or at least stop for a minute and think about contacting their loved ones. Not John Winchester. The first thing he did after dusting himself off and getting cleaned up at a local motel-of which he obtained with a fake name and fake credit cards, was to get back to his life. Finish what he started and hold onto a dim, deeply buried hope that whatever force had brought him back wouldn't be playing some cruel trick. He'd traded his life for Dean's and wouldn't have done it any differently if offered another chance in the same happen stance. There were so many things to question. What had brought him back, what it's angle was, was it permanent. Most would have just been happy to be alive again. Some would say it was luck, but John didn't believe in luck. He hadn't seen much of that since his wife was taken from him. Why now?
What the hell was going on too bring him back from death? Whatever it was, it wasn't good. It wasn't any kind of miracle. John knew there were forces at work, and they had to be bad. The thought that Sam and Dean could be in the center of it all crossed his mind, his sons were always in danger, that only made him more determined to get back to work and carry on as if he really had been given a second chance. He wasn't the type to be wishy washy and dig up the past. Or go through photo albums and remember the good times. He was a hunter. He had a job to do and a one track mind that demanded focus. First things first. He needed his weapons. If he died, Sam and Dean probably had them..all roads lead back to his sons. John made a sound of frustration as he stood there in the dark road. Where were all the cars? It was dark, but Lawrence didn't sleep that early on a normal basis. Did it
John pulled up his coat and started walking. Why was he in the middle of the street?
He had questions. Hunter bars possibly held the answer. John was no longer lost with no direction. He knew exactly where his first spot was. Was it what it should have been?..Probably not, but John needed answers. A hunter bar he knew, or at least he hoped was still standing was his first stop. Those were the coordinates he'd given Sam and Dean to the dot. It didn't take long for him to find his way, he knew Lawrence like the back of his hand after all, and he stood slightly hidden by shadows and out of a normal person's view. Dean and Sam would know what to look for. That was all he cared about.