"Supernatural" unfinished; AU, PG13ish

[tigriswolf]

I have no idea where this was going.  Something about Dean being raised by Azazel and therefore evil, and Sam being hidden away by John so that Azazel couldn't turn him.  John didn't realize Dean had survived the fire, though.  And I don't remember which Winchester fathered Jo's child.

 

When Jo Harvelle was a very small girl, before Daddy went away and never came back, she met a palm-reader who told her that her little boy would be the messiah. 

 

Daddy laughed and said, “Well, that’s quite the tall order.” 

 

The psychic looked at Jo, eyes unsmiling, and added softly, “He will be a weapon. It’s up to you to see that he’s forged well, Joanna.”

 

She nodded, unable to look away from those dark eyes. 

 

Daddy didn’t find it funny anymore and hustled her away. On the way home, he said, “Baby, let’s keep that woman’s words just between us, huh?”

 

Jo did.

 

o0o

 

Jo gives birth in the spring. Her boy is healthy, a hefty ten pounds. She’s alone in the hospital, and wouldn’t have even gone if her water hadn’t broken in the supermarket and a bystander called an ambulance.

 

She names him Colt. After she leaves the hospital, she never stops running. 

 

Colt’s father finds her in autumn, anyway. She doesn’t see the first of the year.

 

o0o

 

When Sam Winchester was a very young boy, his daddy told him, “Always be ready, son. Can you promise me that?”

 

Sam had nodded, meeting Daddy’s serious gaze, and even though it hurt, he held the gun steady and shot the target until he ran out of bullets. The last two hit the bull’s-eye dead-center.

 

Daddy said, “That’s good. Again.”

 

o0o

 

John has been to forty-nine states and five countries. Once, he would have said he’d seen everything. 

 

That was before, though.   Before Mary and the fire and hunting for vengeance. 

 

And what he’s hunting now—it’s impossible. 

 

“Hey, old man,” a boy with Mary’s eyes and Mary’s smirk says. The joviality drops and he commands, “Tell me where you’ve stashed Sammy.”

 

“No,” John answers.

 

His son—who he’d have sworn died that night with Mary—says, “Tell me and I’ll let you live.”

 

John shakes his head.

 

Dean smiles, slow and sweet, and his eyes flash fire. “Stupid,” he murmurs. 

 

With his dying breath, John still doesn’t scream.