Trigger warning lifted.
"John. Alistair wasn't human. He was a demon. A spirit twisted in the hands of the devil. A spirit unrecognizable. We have to find the son of a bitch and exorcise him."
John stared at his hands folded gently in his lap. Tears dripped down his nose, but he ignored them. Bobby was used to his crying.
"How do we find him?" John whispered. The sound was barely loud enough to be heard over the gentle hum of the truck's motor. Bobby smiled.
"I already have. We're on our way to the son of a bitch now. Are you ready to make him pay?"
John nodded, but he wasn't sure. Could he really do this?
Bobby launched into a highly detailed account of how to exorcise a demon. John tried to listen, but his grief made it hard for him to focus on anything these days. His marriage was failing, and his only remaining son was drifting farther and farther away. How was John going to explain this to his wife? How would he tell her that demons an monsters exist?
John was completely lost in this dark world.
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FanfictionThe Winchesters have recently taken in a foster child named Alistair. Dean is continually tortured by the new addition to the family, as long as Sam doesn't know. **Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Any ideas that seem to come from the show...
