Multifandom One Shots

John Winchester [1]

John hissed in pain as the ghost threw him across the room and he landed on the bookshelf. He stood up, his knees wobbling in protest, but his grip on the iron crowbar didn't loosen before he hastily swung it through the vengeful spirit, and it disappeared his view. He sighed briefly, but he knew it wasn't over. Daniel had taught him that ghosts wouldn't remain gone until he torched the bones. The problem was: this ghost didn't have bones. He had no idea where the ghost's hidden remains or the object he had been tied down to.

The spirit was a boy named Clayton, perhaps ten or eleven years old, but he had been for over a decade and he killed every child that moved into the house he had died in in the same manner he had died; he suffocated them with their mother's pillow, which left dozens of families devastated and several women had been arrested and jailed for the deaths of their children. Thinking of the poor deceased boy made John think of his own sons. He had two, both young, and his eldest Dean was only five himself, but he was watching his one year old brother Sam. John knew he couldn't be long despite the boys being asleep when he left them at the motel.

Having been so wrapped up in his own thoughts, John didn't pay attention to his surroundings the way Daniel Elkins had taught him to, and he fell to his knees as something hard smashed against the back of his head. He lifted his gaze to find the current owner of the house, Jensen Morgan, standing above him with a broken lamp. The poor guy was terrified and was staring down at the hunter with fear. John had broken in an attempt to find the object that tied Clayton to the Earth, but he had believed the house to be empty, so Jensen had woken up due to the noise and found John intruding.

"What are you doing in my house?" Jensen demanded in a harsh tone. "Get out or I'll call the fucking cops! I will, I'll call the cops!"

"Mr. Morgan-"

"Get out!" Jensen held the lamp tighter and held it above his head threateningly. John had weapons; two guns, and a knife present on him but he hunted monsters, not people.

"Daddy?"

John and Jensen both turned to see a little fair haired girl at the bottom of the staircase. John felt a spark of fear hit him when he realized the current owner had a child that would soon fall claim to Clay's clutches if John didn't stop it.

"Maggie, get upstairs!"

"But Daddy-"

"Mr. Morgan!" A woman had stormed in the room and John felt his eyes widen when he didn't recognize her. Jensen, however, lowered the lamp. "Calm down, I've got the intruder."

"I haven't even called the police yet-"

"I told you the FBI was investigating the death that happened last year. I was in the area and heard you yelling." The woman looked to John. "Stand up." She ordered and knowing he had no choice, John did as he was told and turned around when she demanded him to, and she handcuffed him. "I'll book him, Mr. Morgan. There's no need to call the local police."

Jensen hesitated. "He damaged my house-"

"I'm sure your insurance covers it." She smiled at him politely before aggressively pulling him towards the front door. "C'mon, time to kiss your freedom goodbye."

John felt a sense of panic hit him. If he was held in a cell overnight, which was likely, then that would mean his two sons would be alone for the whole night and possibly the next day as well. Dean could look after Sam, but for how long, John didn't know. Ever since his wife had died, John was left raising the boys alone.

"Listen, lady," he began as she dragged him outside the house. She took him by surprise when she dragged him to the end of the street.

"Don't 'listen, lady' me." She snorted as they stopped at the end of the curb. "You should at least wait until the house is empty before you go charging in like Superman."