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May. 7th, 2012 02:53 pmJohn hadn't been able to do much the last time he met up with his boys, not with Sam right there when he was trying to decide how to deal with Dean and looking ready to strike at any second. But he couldn't leave Dean alone, not like that, not with what he was...
And not when he was feeding off his own brother. God only knew what else they were doing. He knew his fair share about vampires, had researched what he could. Mind tricks and blood addictions and so many other things Sam didn't need exposure to. Thought he'd taught his boy better than that.
Just because this vampire happened to be Dean, he didn't think that earned him a free pass just because and definitely not until John got a moment alone with him at the very least.
John should have known better, should have pieced together something before Sam. Dammit, he should have been there with Dean and maybe he wouldn't have been turned at all. He should have done something at the very least. He'd lost Mary, he'd lost Sam to Stanford and a normal life that could never pan out, and then he'd lost Dean.
Thought he had. This was more painful than just losing his son, honestly. It twisted that guilt even tighter in the pit of his stomach, made him want to seethe that it had happened at all, maybe even be a little pissed at Dean for letting his guard down and rushing off into a situation like that.
And be pissed at himself for putting his son in that position.
Either way, tonight he needed to see him and needed to work this out. Needed to handle Dean before something bad happened. So the moment he got free time between cases, he tracked down Sam and Dean to some small town where they were staying for the time being. After that, it was just a matter of staking the motel out that they were in and sending Dean a text that simply said to meet him and where to go.
He chose somewhere out of the way, secluded. Away from the road and with plenty of trees covering whatever might happen tonight.
He specified to leave Sam at the room, asleep or make up some excuse to get out. After that, he drove to the spot and got out some supplies--silver in case he had to slow Dean down if things turned in that direction. After that, he just leaned against the side of his truck, arms crossed and waiting on Dean to show up.
Hopefully, he did. He really didn't want to have to find a way to drag him out here.
And not when he was feeding off his own brother. God only knew what else they were doing. He knew his fair share about vampires, had researched what he could. Mind tricks and blood addictions and so many other things Sam didn't need exposure to. Thought he'd taught his boy better than that.
Just because this vampire happened to be Dean, he didn't think that earned him a free pass just because and definitely not until John got a moment alone with him at the very least.
John should have known better, should have pieced together something before Sam. Dammit, he should have been there with Dean and maybe he wouldn't have been turned at all. He should have done something at the very least. He'd lost Mary, he'd lost Sam to Stanford and a normal life that could never pan out, and then he'd lost Dean.
Thought he had. This was more painful than just losing his son, honestly. It twisted that guilt even tighter in the pit of his stomach, made him want to seethe that it had happened at all, maybe even be a little pissed at Dean for letting his guard down and rushing off into a situation like that.
And be pissed at himself for putting his son in that position.
Either way, tonight he needed to see him and needed to work this out. Needed to handle Dean before something bad happened. So the moment he got free time between cases, he tracked down Sam and Dean to some small town where they were staying for the time being. After that, it was just a matter of staking the motel out that they were in and sending Dean a text that simply said to meet him and where to go.
He chose somewhere out of the way, secluded. Away from the road and with plenty of trees covering whatever might happen tonight.
He specified to leave Sam at the room, asleep or make up some excuse to get out. After that, he drove to the spot and got out some supplies--silver in case he had to slow Dean down if things turned in that direction. After that, he just leaned against the side of his truck, arms crossed and waiting on Dean to show up.
Hopefully, he did. He really didn't want to have to find a way to drag him out here.
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