You wake up in a sunny room, groaning, soon closing your eyes again, to protect them from the strong light. Your head bangs and you realise that you propably had more than enough drinks yesterday, at the bar, celebrating by yourself the killing of the Ghoul.
You open your eyes again, this time forcing yourself to keep them that way, looking around trying to pinpoint where you are. This is when you become aware of the strong arm hugging your apparently naked waist.
"Shit" you mumble to yourself, trying to free your body from the grip. When you finally succeed you get up, searching for your clothes. You take a good look at him. You don't even remember his name. 'Well at least he's hot' you think to yourself dressing up. You make some slight noise, obviously enough to wake him up.
"Hey" he says in a gruff voice, confused at the fact that you're dressing up yourself.
"Mornin'" you nod and continue doing your thing.
"You're leaving?" He says surprised.
"Uh... Yeah" you shrug looking at him.
"You're gonna call me?" He asks with something weird in his way. Hope?
"Uh.. look, sorry. But I won't be around. Need to hit the road." You say feeling awkward with his upset face.
"Oh. Okay. Uhm... Good luck, I guess, then?" He mumbles and you breath and uncomfortable smile.
"Sure. Yeah. You too." You answer and with that, you leave the room heading to your car.
Damn, that was awkward.
Once you are in the car, you pull out your phone, to check the map, find out which road to take to reach your destination.
It's been more than a month since you saw Sam and Dean. By the time you found out about John's dissapearance, you started looking for him too, by yourself.
The boys are propably unaware of you and John's relationship. Even when his sons caught you out, he kept in touch with you, learning about Ric's death. He stood by your side, in quite hard times, as a protector, as a teacher and as a parent. There are not few, the times he left Dean somewhere the first years, sending him in his own hunts the later ones, to join you on hunts, making sure you can handle up yourself, that you are ready, and also teaching you whatever it was left for you to learn. .
Most of all, he worked on making you a tough badass. You already had it very hard. Your mother dying before the age of four, your dad at your 14 and your Gaurdian when you were 21. He knew that you running down the same life, only meant that the darkness wasn't gonna stay in the past forever. This is why he never told Dean about you anyway. He thought that maybe it was better that way, for both of you. He knew that in this job, attachment means a leverage for your enemy.
*****
After some good 13 hours of driving from Louisiana, with only two small breaks for coffee, food and bathroom, you reach Lawrence. Heading streightly to the address you have written down, you park outside the right number and search for a specific photo in your phone.
You look at it for a moment, and then the house in front of you, comparing the surroundings, making sure you have gotten it right. You're eyes lean on the 4 year old Dean for a moment, smiling at his happy face, posing with his parents and baby brother for the picture. It's an old photo, and the fact that you have taken the picture from a worn print doesn't add in it's quality. But even like this, the huge smile, of childish happiness is still shown. You take a deep breath. You'd give anything so you all three could have been real kids. But there you can't change the past. Hell propably not even the future.
