Remember when I posted this picture of Cole Mohr exactly one year ago ? Well, today is again both of us birthday, so again i am using that as an opportunity to share one of the pictures i took of him three seasons ago.
Summary: With Cole acting as protective duty to John, he takes the next step in his plan. Characters: John Winchester, Female Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Cassie Robinson, Lilith, & Cole Trenton. Word Count: 1,691 Warnings: Language, suspense. Author’s Note:The feedback is amazing. Thank you so much! Miss the beginning?
3 MONTHS AGO
“Commissioner!” The overzealous group of reporters hardly waited for John to finish his scripted statement before trying to gain his attention. John pointed to someone towards the front, not really paying attention to who it was.
“What about Ben Braeden, Commissioner?” It was Cassie Robinson with the Lawrence Journal.
Since he didn’t need to read any further, John pulled off his black-rimmed glasses and stuffed them into his pocket. “Ben Braeden is no longer considered a suspect.”
“Are there any other suspects at this time,” Cassie shouted her question, making sure her voice wasn’t lost among the masses.
“We are going over everything with a fine-toothed comb.”
Again, Cassie shouted, “You don’t sound very confident, Commissioner. How are the residents of Lawrence supposed to go about their daily routines?”
“I assure you, LPD is doing everything in their power to find the person responsible.”
It was Lilith’s turn to speak up. She also worked at the Journal, but her methods were different than her co-workers. “Is it true that there was a threat called into your office yesterday?”
Before answering, John arched a brow and swallowed thickly. “Thank you all for coming.” Questions and requests for a quote were shouted out, following John as he disappeared into the building.
You greeted him with a smile and a soft kiss. “You look upset. What happened?”
“Someone asked about the threat. Who have you guys told?”
Sam shook his head, “Just Charlie, told her to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.”
Dean shrugged a shoulder under the intense gaze of his father. “Benny and Cole, that’s it.”
Blowing out a breath, you looked up at your husband. “We might have to prepare ourselves.”
“For what, ma?” Dean looked at you with confusion darkening his eyes.
It pained you to say it, the last thing anyone expected was a dirty cop. “Looking into one of our own.”