The sickroom in Blue Earth smelled like lavender oil.

John sat by Dean's bedside. He ignored the death threats and the wild, fierce stare of his eldest son. Dean was lost in a world of his own. He saw yellow eyes all around him. Demon eyes.

Pastor Jim and John tied Dean down to the bed the first night. Dean kicked John in the face as John secured Dean's ankle.

John didn't even blink.

It took three days for the poison to burn its way through Dean's system. Ever since then John hated the smell of lavender with a passion.


Well, that's it. I think I'll slink back to my corner and wibble. Thanks for reading!