A Wish Fulfilled

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable in this story nor am I making a profit from it.

Author's Note 1: This story is for a wonderful friend who needed some uplifting moments and Winchester family bonding. This one is dedicated to you Lisa!

Author's Note 2: This story takes place just after the Salvation episode and then goes AU from there.

Author's Note 3: I was going to wait to post this, but I figured I better see if people are recptive of the story before writing too many chapters.


Sitting at the bar after chugging down a shot of Jack Daniel's, John couldn't help but think about the events of the evening and the revelation that had nearly knocked him for a loop…his youngest son was having visions. Scrubbing a calloused hand across his face, he wondered how that would affect them and the way that other hunters looked at his baby boy. He knew most hunters only viewed the world in black and white, and that if it was supernatural, it should be dealt with, no questions asked. But this was his child damn it, the last precious gift he was given from his wonderful wife Mary and there was no way in hell he would allow anyone to hurt the kid. He would kill them first.

Tugging a hand through his hair, John knew he needed to get back to the motel room and deal with the ramifications of the knowledge Dean had imparted on him just a few hours earlier. He knew the boys had been hurt when he made a poor excuse about needing some air and darted out the door. Hell, he could tell by the look in Sam's eyes just before he left, that his baby boy was now wary of him and he couldn't help but feel guilty. Sammy needed him, needed his reassurance that he wasn't something to be hunted and he had failed him in a major way.

Placing his shot glass on the wooden bartop, John motioned the bartender to fill it up one last time hoping the alcohol would take the edge off of how he was feeling. He needed to be calm when he returned to the motel room because lord knows, Dean was going to give him an earful about his abrupt exit and the last thing he needed was to blow up at his sons. Twirling the clear glass filled with a dark amber liquid between his calloused fingers, John audibly sighed when a short stocky man dressed in red from his head to his feet sidled up to the bar and sat on the stool next to his and asked what he was drinking.

"Look buddy, no offense, but I'd rather be left alone," John stated before walking away and finding an empty table in the corner of the room. He was so not in the mood for talking.

Ignoring the request to be left alone, the 'red man' motioned for the bartender to give him the rest of the bottle that John's drink had been poured from. Paying a steep price for the alcohol, he slowly made his way over to John's table and sat down across from him. "Look buddy, I was just trying to help since you looked like you just lost your best friend. How about another drink?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he filled John's now empty glass.

"I appreciate the concern, but it's something I need to work out for myself. Thanks for the drink," John growled before raising the glass to his mouth and swallowing down the fiery liquid.

"Whatever you say man. I just thought maybe I could help. People have always said that I was a good listener." the man said as he poured another shot into John's empty glass and then watched as the hunter chugged it down.

"I wish you could help," John replied, starting to feel a little lightheaded with all of the whiskey he had been drinking. "But this is between me and my boys. Things are a little tense between me and my youngest right now, and I'm just trying to work things out in my head before going back to talk to them."

"I hear ya man. It's always hard when family is involved."

"Damn straight. I just wish that things were like they used to be, like when Sammy was just a toddler and thought I hung the moon," John sighed before pushing up from the table. "Look, I appreciate the drinks, but it's time I get back to my boys and see if I can't work things out with them."

"Good luck," the man dressed in red intoned with a twinkle in his eye before raising his own glass in salute before John walked away. He would make sure the hunter got his wish…with a few changes of course. He knew all about the Winchesters and the bond that was shared between the two boys and he wouldn't take that away from them. He wasn't evil per se, he just wanted to have some fun, even if it got gruesome at times. After all, the tricksters weren't the only ones who should get to have all the fun.


Walking the few short blocks back to the Shady Rest Inn motel, John stood by his midnight black 2-door 1986 GMC Sierra Grande truck beside the Impala for just a few minutes and glanced toward the room where he knew his boys resided at the moment. He had no doubts that Dean was beyond pissed with him right now, but was also doing what he did best, taking care of Sammy. Sam had become Dean's number one priority the night he carried him out of the fire and remained so ever since.

Heaving a sigh as he pushed open the truck door, John mentally prepared himself for the anger he was sure to face once he walked in the door. Climbing out of the truck, he trudged slowly across the parking lot and to the door. Swiping the key card in the lock, he heard a small click just before the green light clicked on indicating the door was unlocked. Pushing the door opened, he was surprised to find the lights off with only a small glow coming from the table lamp just before the sound of Dean's angered voice filled the silence.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dean whispered furiously as he watched his father walk through the door.

"Watch your tone boy," John replied gruffly as he pulled off his jacket and slung it over a chair as he sat down in the chair across from Dean.

"Not this time Dad, you had no right to just walk out the way you did after we told you about Sammy's visions. Do you know what that did to the kid Dad? He thinks you hate him."

"Dean, I don't…"

"Do you know he asked me if you were going to start hunting him now? He wanted to pack up and leave, but I talked him out of it, told him you just needed some time to deal with the news." Dean interrupted, unconsciously clenching his hands into fists.

"You were right about that son. I just needed to wrap my head around…" John started to say before being interrupted again.

"I don't care what you needed. I'm telling you right now you better make things right with Sammy when he wakes up or you'll never see us again. I won't allow you to hurt him again the way you did earlier by just walking out on him. He didn't want to tell you about the visions, but I talked him into it, told him you would be okay with the news," Dean grumbled, feeling just a tad guilty.

"I am okay with it son and I'll make sure Sammy knows that too. It's just, the news took me by surprise is all," John informed his son as he thrummed the fingers of his right hand nervously on the table. I know I reacted in the wrong way and I'll make things…" John's voice trailed off as the two hunters heard a moaning sound coming from Sam's bed across the room.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned worriedly as he pushed away from the table and went to his brother's bedside. "S'okay kiddo, I'm here. You need to wake up."

"No, please. I'm not a mon-monster Dad," Sam whimpered as his head tossed back and forth on the pillow. "Please don't ki-kill me."

"Oh god," John whispered brokenly, knowing he was the one causing his son's pain. Kneeling beside the bed, he knew he had to make things right. "S'okay Tiger, I'm not going to hurt you," he voiced as he gave Sam's shoulder a gentle shake to wake him up.

Slowly opening his eyes and finding his father standing beside him, Sam gasped in fear and pushed himself back as far as he could on the bed. "Dad, please don't…"

"Shhhh, I'm not going to hurt you Sammy. You're my baby boy and I love you," John stated softly, but convincingly as he sat on the edge of Sam's bed and placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder. "I'm sorry for reacting the way I did earlier. I took off when you needed me most and for that, I'll never forgive myself. But there is one thing I know, and that is that I would never hunt you kiddo. You're my son and nothing will ever change that, even those damn visions. And I'll tell you this much, I'll kill anybody who thinks they have a right to hunt you because of them. You hear me, Tiger?"

"Ye-Yes Sir," Sam answered a little warily as he glanced from Dean to his father, the nightmare still having an impact on his emotions.

"Good, then what do you say we all get some sleep. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." John voiced with a yawn as he walked over towards the small sofa in the room. They would deal with this more tomorrow when he had more time to think about the things he wanted to say.

"Hey Dad, you can have my bed, I'm just gonna sack out here beside Sammy," Dean stated with a stretch, his arms rising high above his head.

"Dean, I'm fine. You don't have to…."

"Yeah, I know I don't have to, but I'm just too damned tired to get up so roll over why don't ya." Dean enunciated as he waited for Sam to move. Sam always slept better when they were side by side.

"Jerk," Sam enunciated with a yawn, while rolling over at the same time. He was secretly grateful that his brother would be by his side. It would help to keep the nightmares away

"Bitch," Dean retorted with a smile on his face as he shimmied down under the blanket.

Laughing at the banter going on between his boys, John quickly checked the doors to make sure they were locked and that the wards were safely in place before climbing into the bed himself.

Fading quickly off to sleep, none of the Winchesters noticed a sudden wind blew in through under the door and displaced the line of salt, they never noticed as a supernatural being dressed in red as it shimmered into existence in the far corner of the room, nor did they hear the words flowing in a lilting tone from his mouth.


Awakened early the next morning by a feeling that something wasn't quite right, John grasped the revolver from beneath his pillow and surveyed the room for signs of danger. He couldn't put his finger on what it was that awoke him, until he heard a small sound coming from his son's bed.

Glancing over to the said bed, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight that beheld them. "Holy Crap," he gasped in astonishment at the sight that met his eyes.

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