Lollipops to light the way

prologue

Trigger warning:  Child abuse

My life started to go wrong before I could control it. I was a happy baby apparently, that was before the incident. The incident where my mother was brutally murdered in my nursery. My older brother Dean has told me a lot about her. He was four at the time and extremely close with her, me on the other hand was exactly six months old that night. Between what my dad has screamed at me and what Dean has told me I think I pretty much know what happened.

It was November 2nd 1983 and my father had gone down stairs to watch T.V. whilst my mum slept and Dean was in his bed meant to be asleep when I started crying. Well I was six months old what do you expect? Anyway as I was saying I was crying about some weird man with glowing yellow eyes was standing above my cot. At first when my mum got there she thought it was my dad until something happened, the next thing anyone knew she screamed then somehow ended up on fire with her stomach sliced open on the roof and Dean was carrying me out of the house.

After that my dad kind of went insane, he turned to drink but when that didn't work he started hanging with some people who called themselves 'hunters'. To put it simply they didn't hunt deer, no they hunted supernatural creatures and planted the stupid idea that something they hunt killed my mother.

Just because of what a bunch of crazy old drunks said, my father decided to become a hunter and doomed me to a life on the road. A life I hated. Every time I make friends or get settled into a school we are moving again. I was constantly the new boy, not that that stopped me from getting my head down.

Seriously though, when a nine year old says they are afraid of something in the closet,  you comfort them. You don't hand them a .45 gun. My dad, if he even deserves that title, wass training me and my older brother to be soldiers instead of letting us be children.

"No. I will stay with Bobby, I have friends here." I signed at him, this was the last time I seen him. We had moved four times in the past three months, I just wanted to be a normal twelve year old.

"Who would want to be friends with you, Its not like you can speak to them. Now go and get your bag we are leaving now. " He shouted whist grabbing my arm and pulling hard. I refused to move and planted both my feet on the ground.  After a few minutes of trying to get me to move he turned around and slapped me hard in the face. That wasn't the first time he had done that, I was used to it by this point, I was just a waste of space in his eyes, the reason his wife was dead.

"John Eric Winchester, you better not have just laid a hand on your boy." The unmistakable voice of Bobby Singers echoed from the front room.  He saved me that day, only God knows what my father would have done to me that day.

My dad and Bobby argued for a while after that and in the end my dad just walked out and I've not seen him in the two years since. I stayed with Bobby and always freely talk unless I'm alone with anyone other than Bobby.

Bobby became my father and for years was better father than John ever was to me. Through this I also got my first ever mother figure which was Bobby's girlfriend, well now fiancée.

My life was normal and I was happy but that was all messed up the day Dean appeared at the door with the monster that I used to call a father.

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This is a new story idea i have been sitting on for a while let me know what you think of it.