Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I still don't own Supernatural.

Special thanks to AlElizabeth for beta'ing my story.

A/N: Here is the back story to John and Johnson. I hope you enjoy this.

Warning: Attempted Non-con (rape)

Chapter 6

June 1972

Mary is out with her friends walking around town. They're out just relaxing and enjoying the day and each other's company because Mary knew that her friends were going to be leaving for the summer to visit family. And even though they both asked if she wanted to come as well, she knew that would be impossible for her. She kept up the facade very well. Her friends only knew her as a junior in high school. They didn't know about the other side of her- the family business that kept her close to home. This particular summer wasn't all bad, not having her best friends around. This summer she met two Marines that would change her life. Mary had seen them around town. She knew they were friends. She knew that people had referred to them as "The Two Johns". She didn't know what that meant until she bumped into them by happenstance.

"John Winchester," John said shaking Mary's hand. "And this is Johnson Peters."

"J.W And J.P sound good to me," Mary said with a smile. "My name is Mary Campbell."

"Nice to meet you," John replied.

After their initial meeting, the three of them became inseparable and were often seen together around town. The guys would come and pick Mary up and they would spend the entire day together. John and Johnson also met Mary's parents, Deanna and Samuel.

While they were out riding around town, Johnson noticed how close Mary and John were becoming. He was becoming the third wheel. He didn't like it. Actually he wanted Mary all to himself, but she wouldn't go anywhere with Johnson unless John came with them.

Johnson had figured out a way to keep John away, and be able to spend more time with Mary alone. Johnson came up with his plan. It involved the fact that John had to work late at the garage. He lied to Mary to get her to come out with him and go to the diner by telling her that John would meet them there. Mary got into the car and Johnson drove off. Something felt off to Mary and she wasn't sure if it was her hunter's instinct or not.

"When will J.W. Meet up with us?" Mary asked.

"Don't worry about John," Johnson said. Driving the car to the end of a secluded road and parking it by an old rundown house.

"What are you doing?" Mary asked, starting to get really uncomfortable.

Johnson looked over at her. "You are so beautiful," he said, running his hand in her hair and putting it back behind her ear. Mary moved her head away from his touch.

"Johnson, stop." Mary demanded. "Take me home."

Johnson reached over, and much to Mary's surprise, he grabbed her and brought her close to him and kissed her on the mouth. Mary tried to push him away, but the grip he had on her was too strong. She tried to get away from him, but he wouldn't let her go until he was ready.

Mary finally shoved away from Johnson just to feel him grab her clothes and tried to remove them. In a frantic state she hit him across the mouth and tried to get out of the car, but the passenger side door was not working. Mary, scared to death, had to fight and claw to keep Johnson off of her. She knew when she couldn't get out of the car she was going to have to get control of the situation. She went back to the training that her Dad and Uncle had showed her. 'Let them think they have the upper hand and then strike'. That was what she was going to have to let happen. Tears streaming down her face, Mary stopped struggling and waited. She waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Her moment came when Johnson let her go to pull his shirt over his head. A move that her Dad had shown her if someone tried to take advantage of her. She waited until she saw the shirt go over his head and that's when she attacked. Once Johnson's neck was exposed as hard as she could she hit him in the throat. Johnson's arms stuck in his shirt, collapse in a heap trying to untangle himself. Mary struck again, hitting him in the same spot. She then punched him across the head and he collapse in a heap on her lap. Crying, Mary crawled out from under Johnson and made her way out of the driver side door. When she got out of the car, she ran back to town. She looked down the road when she made it to the street light at the corner. That's when she saw the most comforting sight- the garage where John worked. She could see him standing in the window getting ready to go. She ran over to the garage. At the same time John is walking out the door, Mary ran towards him.

"John!" Mary cried, stumbling slightly in her hast to reach him.

"Mare," John asked, concern etched into his handsome features. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Mary ran into John's arms and sobbed.

"Please, just take me home," Mary cried in John's arms.

John nodded, took his coat off and put it over Mary's shoulders. He escorted her to his car and helped her inside the passenger side. She looked up at John with tear-stained eyes. She felt so much more calm being with him. Mary quietly sobbed in her hands.

"Mary," John asked, worry still clouding his eyes. "You want to tell me what happened?"

"I'm sorry," Mary said. "I shouldn't have gone with him alone."

"Went with whom?" John asked. "Mary, what happened?"

"Your friend, Johnson," Mary said through tears. "He attacked me. He wanted to get me alone, I guess. He tried to hurt me."

John embraced Mary as she cried on his shoulder.

"I am so sorry, John" Mary apologized. She should have known better. She was a hunter for God's sake! She had been around monsters since the time she could walk. She should have seen this coming.

"Hush that," John said. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I never wanted to come in between your friendship." Mary continued sadly, getting out of John's embrace. "I didn't..."

"Stop," John said cutting her off. "You did nothing wrong and there is no reason for you to apologize. Let me take you home." John got up and walked over to the driver side and got in. Mary closed the door and put her head down. John drove her home and dropped her off. He asked her if she wanted him to stay but she declined. So he left and went back home. He knew then that in order not to kill his 'friend' he needed to get away from him. He went home, noticing that Johnson was not there, packed up his duffel bag and left to find him a place by himself. As John was walking out of the door, Johnson stepped into the apartment.

"Where do you think you're going?" Johnson asked.

John dropped his duffel bag and hit his friend on the jaw. "You are truly a bastard, you know that!"

"What the hell!"

"Why'd you do it?" John said. "Why would you hurt her like that?"

"She's mine. You knew I wanted her."

"Seriously! You attack her. What makes you think she would want anything to do with you now? You really hurt her. If you wanted to date her that's fine, but the moment she said 'no' you should have stopped. Now she wants nothing to do with you. And I don't either."

John grabbed his duffel again and walked out of the apartment.

Weeks passed since Johnson had tried to attack Mary. John had found himself a cheap apartment close to the garage he worked at to rent. He and Mary really started seeing each other. They really started to get close. Johnson saw them, from afar, watching their every move, seething. He knew that what John was committing the ultimate betrayal. John knew that Johnson loved Mary, but she was hanging around with John and not with him.

"One day, John Winchester, you will be sorry for ever coming between me and the woman that I love."

TBC

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