Death of the Winchesters
Pairing: John x Reader, past John x Mary, Sam, Dean
Word count: 873
Warnings: Swearing, Death
Final part of Winchester Losses
There was an obvious tension between you and the eldest Winchester, one that neither of the boys would mention. Despite the falling out that you and Dean seemed to have had, he let you know that he was there if you needed him. You’d gave him a sad smile and told him that it was sweet, but there was nothing that he could possibly do for you. It killed him, but he nodded and you went on your way.
Sam and Dean headed a couple states away on a case, while you and John made your way to another. You hoped that hunting more, and getting out this stress would help your relationship with John. You missed being as close as you were, and hated that it hurt to look at him. You still loved him with everything in you, but when you looked now, you saw your could have beens. All they were now were never would bes.
Sitting in your motel in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, you popped a fry in your mouth. You were watching Maury while John was out getting some information. You’d been together non-stop for so long, and he wanted to give you some space. He hoped that it would help you relax. He’d bought you lunch, kissed you gently, changed, and went on his way.
You had to admit, it was nice to be lazy, and not have to worry about anything but stuffing your face and who the baby’s daddy was.
By the time that John walked back in, you were on your stomach watching Jerry Springer. He raised an eyebrow. “Have you been watching this shit all day?” He chuckled.
“Nope.” You replied, not looking away from the tv. “I also watched Maury.” You teased. “So, what’s the word on the street?” Muting the tv, you rolled to the side, watching him slip off his coat.
He let out a sigh, sitting in the chair. “It’s looking like a haunting to me. We’ll check out the house tonight. Head out that way a little after dusk.” He shrugged. “Until then, we can do whatever you want.”
Grinning, you moved over, patting the bed. “Enjoy the trashy tv with me.” Unmuting it, your eyes were back on the tv. John surprised you by actually joining you.