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Re: Wedding Bells are Ringing for the Joining of Two Hearts and Souls

von john am 03.06.2026 12:34

John's smile faded the second he saw Lynda turn away.

 

He didn't argue. Didn't tease. Didn't ask questions in front of everyone.

He just stepped in close, one hand settling gently at her back, the other brushing against her arm.

"Okay," he whispered. "I've got you."

Then John looked toward Bobby and Angel, his jaw tightening with that quiet Winchester hurt he didn't know how to say out loud.

"Angel," John called softly, not harsh. "Come on, buddy. We're heading out."

Angel looked between Bobby, Lynda, and John, confused for a second, then hurried back over. John reached down and ruffled his hair before putting a protective arm around both of them.

Bobby stood there with the handkerchief still in his hand, his face heavy.

"John—"

John glanced back at him. "Not now, Bobby."

There was no anger in his voice. That almost made it worse.

He guided Lynda outside, keeping her tucked against him like the whole world might try to steal her away. Once they reached the Impala, John opened the door for her and helped her in carefully, his hand lingering over her stomach for just a second.

Then he crouched beside her.

"Hey," he murmured, looking up into her eyes. "You are my wife now. That means when you say you need out, I get you out."

His thumb brushed away one of her tears.

"And yeah," he added softly, trying to bring even the tiniest smile back to her face. "We're getting pizza. And cherry pie. Hell, I'll buy every cherry pie in the state if it makes you and that baby happy."

Then he kissed her forehead.

"But talk to me, sweetheart," John whispered. "What happened back there?"

Re: It was the Night Before Christmas and All the Demons were Stirring (2025)

von john am 03.06.2026 12:27

John had been doing a pretty good job of keeping a straight face right up until Lynda whispered in his ear.
Then all hope of that disappeared.
For a second, he simply stood there staring at her as she pulled away with that innocent smile that wasn't innocent at all.
"You're trouble," he informed her, pointing a finger in her direction.
The smile tugging at the corners of his mouth ruined any attempt at sounding stern.
"Absolute trouble."
He shook his head and followed her toward the door, muttering under his breath.
"And here I thought I was supposed to be the dangerous one in this family."
As they headed toward the stairs together, John slipped an arm around her waist and gave her a quick squeeze.
"Tonight," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, "I'm holding you to all these promises."
Then he chuckled when she brought up Bobby.
"Yeah, yeah. You and Bobby both teamed up on me. I know."
Despite the teasing, his expression softened.
"And you're right. If it had been Bobby lying in that bed instead of me, I'd have done exactly the same thing."
The admission wasn't easy, but it was honest.
"He still owes me for it, though."
Lynda laughed.
John grinned.
"And no, the boys aren't disgusting. They're my boys."
He started down the stairs beside her.
"But if Dean ever manages to get jelly in my beard and then immediately throws up again, I'm charging him rent."
That earned another laugh from Lynda.
By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, John's expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious.
He glanced toward the front windows automatically, old hunter habits impossible to break.
"Actually..."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I might've found something."
His voice dropped into business mode.
"Couple of towns over. Three disappearances in the last month."
He opened the study folder he'd been carrying.
"All happened near the same stretch of woods. No bodies. No tracks. Just people walking in and never coming back out."
John frowned.
"Local sheriff thinks it's animals. Rangers think people got lost."
He looked over at Lynda.
"I don't buy either one."
His hunter instincts had been screaming ever since he'd read the report.
"The weird part is that every witness describes hearing somebody calling their name from the trees."
John's eyes narrowed.
"Even when they were completely alone."
He slid an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the kitchen where the boys were.
"Could be nothing."
A beat.
"But after everything we've seen?"
He shook his head.
"I don't believe in 'nothing' anymore."
From the kitchen came the unmistakable sound of Dean laughing at something Angel had said.
John's serious expression immediately softened.
"Good thing we've got a little time before we have to worry about monsters."
He smiled at Lynda.
"Right now we've got cookies, two boys, and hopefully a house that's still standing."

Re: The Valentine's Day Demon Massacre (2026)

von john am 03.06.2026 12:18

John froze.
The sharp crack of a stick snapping echoed through the darkness.
Every instinct he had screamed at him.
Not deer.
Not a rabbit.
Too heavy.
Too deliberate.
His hand immediately tightened around the sawed-off shotgun he'd pulled from the Impala. The weapon was loaded with silver rounds. He slowly turned his head toward the sound, his eyes scanning the tree line.
Nothing.
Just shadows.
Just darkness.
Just the moonlight dancing between the branches.
But John Winchester knew better.
Something was there.
Watching.
Waiting.
A low growl rumbled somewhere beyond the trees.
John's jaw clenched.
"Werewolf," he muttered.
The full moon overhead only confirmed it.
His heart skipped.
Not because he was afraid for himself.
Because Lynda and the boys were inside.
Without taking his eyes off the woods, he slowly moved away from the Impala and circled toward the back of the house.
Silent.
Careful.
Every step measured.
The cold wind blew again.
Then he saw it.
A massive shape standing at the back door.
Looking inside.
Looking at his family.
John's blood instantly turned to fire.
The werewolf was so focused on watching Lynda, Dean, and Angel that it never noticed John approaching from behind.
Inside the kitchen, Dean was excitedly trying to dump an entire bag of chocolate chips into the cookie bowl while Angel argued that cookies needed more chocolate.
Lynda laughed despite her worry.
"Not the whole bag, sweetheart."
"But Daddy likes chocolate!"
"He does," she admitted.
Neither boy noticed the enormous shadow beyond the glass.
Neither noticed the yellow eyes staring at them.
But Lynda suddenly felt something.
A chill.
A mother's instinct.
Her smile faded.
Slowly she looked toward the back door.
And her heart nearly stopped.
A monstrous face was pressed against the glass.
Yellow eyes.
Long fangs.
Claws scratching softly against the doorframe.
"Dean..." she whispered.
The boys immediately looked at her.
They saw the terror in her eyes.
Then—
BOOM!
The blast from John's shotgun exploded through the night.
The silver round struck the werewolf square in the shoulder.
The creature howled in agony and was thrown away from the door.
Dean screamed.
Angel grabbed Lynda's leg.
And before the boys could panic further, the back door flew open.
John stepped inside.
Shotgun raised.
Eyes blazing.
"DON'T MOVE."
Lynda immediately pulled both boys behind her.
The werewolf, wounded but alive, staggered to its feet outside.
It snarled.
Blood dripped from its shoulder.
Then its yellow eyes locked onto John.
The hunter and the monster stared at one another.
Neither willing to back down.
John's voice was calm.
Deadly calm.
"Take the boys into the pantry."
"John—"
"Now."
Something in his voice made Lynda obey instantly.
She scooped Angel up while Dean grabbed her hand.
As they disappeared toward safety, John kept the shotgun trained on the wounded creature.
The werewolf growled.
John growled right back.
"You picked the wrong damn house."
Then the monster lunged.

Re: A Pint of Cheer Brings St Paddy's Day Mayhem (2026)

von john am 03.06.2026 12:07

John's breath caught for a moment as he looked into Lynda's eyes. She always had a way of completely derailing his train of thought and making him forget what he had been trying to say.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"First of all," he said softly, resting his forehead against hers again, "I never said having a life with you and the boys was a bad kind of scary."
His hand found hers, their fingers intertwining.
"It's scary because I actually care about it. Because it matters."
John let out a quiet chuckle.
"I've spent a lot of years convincing myself I didn't need things like this. Didn't need a home. Didn't need peace. Didn't need somebody waiting for me at the end of the day."
His eyes met hers.
"Then you came along and proved me wrong."
The teasing sparkle returned to his expression.
"And for the record, I'm almost afraid to ask what the 'other thing' was that you got Bobby to do."
He shook his head.
"Actually, no. I am afraid to ask."
John laughed softly before reaching up and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"And you're right about the boys."
His voice grew quieter.
"Hearing them laugh in the other room... seeing them just be kids for a little while..."
He glanced toward the living room for a moment before looking back at her.
"That's worth more than anything."
When she brought up her rainbow idea and her exclusive claim on it, John groaned dramatically.
"There it is."
He pointed at her.
"That's the look."
"The look?" he repeated before answering his own question. "The one that tells me I'm about to lose an argument I didn't even know I was having."
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"And yes, unfortunately, I do love you anyhow."
His hand gently settled against her cheek.
"More than anyhow."
For a moment he simply looked at her, the teasing fading into something warmer and deeper.
"I love you, Lynda."
The words came easily now.
"I love your corny jokes. I love your stubbornness. I love the way you take care of the boys. I love the way you somehow manage to make a guy like me believe he deserves a family."
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"And as tempting as your offer is..."
John's grin returned.
"...if we send those boys off for a nap right now, Dean is going to immediately know we're up to something, and angel will spend the next week trying to figure out what it was."
He laughed.
"So maybe we let them enjoy their cartoon a little longer."
Then he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close.
"Besides," he murmured, "I'm pretty happy right here."

Re: A Love Made in Heaven with Hellish Consequences

von john am 03.06.2026 12:00

John stood quietly as Lynda spoke, listening to every word. The warmth in her eyes, the love in her voice, and the gratitude she carried for something he had never once regretted doing made his chest ache in the best possible way.

 

When she thanked him for saving her, John was silent for several moments.

He simply looked at her.

Really looked at her.

Then he slowly reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Lynda," he said softly, "you never owed me a thank you."

His voice was low and gentle.

"I'd do it again. Every single time."

John's eyes never left hers.

"You talk about me saving you, but I don't think you've ever understood something."

A small smile appeared on his face.

"The day I found you wasn't just the day your life changed."

His hand settled against her cheek.

"It changed mine too."

He let out a quiet breath.

"Before you, I was just a man trying to find his place in the world. I didn't know what my future was supposed to look like."

His smile softened.

"Then you came along."

He shook his head slightly.

"And suddenly I couldn't imagine a future that didn't have you in it."

When she mentioned their children, emotion flashed across his face.

"You're right."

His voice became almost a whisper.

"If I hadn't found you that day, Candy and Randi never would have been here."

A proud smile crossed his face.

"And I can't imagine this world without them."

He laughed softly.

"Even when they're driving us crazy."

John leaned forward and stole another kiss before she could say anything.

When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against hers.

"And for the record, I think I got the better end of the deal."

His eyes sparkled with affection.

"You gave me a family, Lynda."

Then he listened as she talked about Candy wanting to meet him and ask him questions.

That brought a surprised smile to John's face.

"He really wants my advice?"

He chuckled.

"Poor boy."

The teasing faded quickly into warmth.

"I'd be honored."

His eyes grew distant for a moment.

"I missed a lot of years with him."

Then he looked back at her.

"But if he'll have me, I'd love to spend whatever time I can making up for it."

When she told him he hadn't lost anything, John's expression softened.

He reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"No," he agreed quietly. "I don't think I lost anything either."

His thumb brushed across her skin.

"It just took us longer to find our way back."

Then she called him sexy.

John immediately laughed.

A genuine, deep laugh.

"Well, now I know you're exhausted."

The look she gave him made him grin even wider.

"I'm kidding."

He stepped forward and wrapped both arms around her waist.

"And since we're being honest..."

His gaze traveled lovingly across her face.

"I don't care if you're dressed up for a fancy dinner or half asleep and ready to fall over."

He leaned down and kissed her gently.

"You'll always be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

When she suggested they go to bed and talk until they drifted off to sleep, John's entire expression softened.

"That sounds perfect."

He took her hand and led her toward the bed.

Once there, he climbed in and pulled the blankets back for her.

Then he opened his arms.

"Come here, sweetheart."

His voice had become warm and sleepy.

"We can talk about Candy, Randi, the ranch, the future, or absolutely nothing at all."

His eyes twinkled.

"But I should warn you..."

As she settled beside him, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against his chest.

"The second you get comfortable, you're probably going to fall asleep."

John pressed a kiss into her hair and smiled.

"And honestly, after everything we've been through, listening to your breathing while you sleep sounds like a pretty perfect way to end the day."

Re: A Winchester Family Easter Celebration Turns Demonic (2026)

von john am 02.06.2026 11:44

John was on his feet before Lynda had even finished screaming.
The terror in her voice ripped straight through him.
"Lynda!"
His chair crashed backward as he sprinted across the kitchen. His heart slammed against his ribs as a thousand horrible possibilities flashed through his mind.
The bathroom.
The boys.
The scream.
Nothing else mattered.
John nearly collided with Lynda standing frozen in the doorway. Her face had gone completely white and her hand was shaking as she pointed toward the mirror.
For a second John couldn't understand what he was seeing.
The sink was running.
The bathroom was empty.
And the mirror...
The mirror was glowing.
A strange blue light swirled across its surface like water disturbed by an unseen hand.
"What the hell..." John whispered.
"John..." Lynda's voice cracked.
Then both of them heard it.
Faint.
Very faint.
"Mom!"
Angel.
The voice sounded distant. Far away.
Lynda's eyes widened.
"ANGEL!"
"Mom!"
This time Dean's voice joined his brother's.
"Dad!"
The sound wasn't coming from the hallway.
It wasn't coming from outside.
It was coming from the mirror.
John's blood ran cold.
Without thinking, he stepped closer.
The blue surface rippled.
Like a pond.
Like a doorway.
Then suddenly two small hands slammed against the other side.
Dean.
Angel.
Both boys appeared inside the glowing surface.
"Mom! Dad!" Dean shouted.
The boys looked terrified.
Behind them wasn't the bathroom.
It wasn't the house.
It looked like a forest lit by blue moonlight.
Trees stretched endlessly in every direction.
Angel was clutching Dean's arm so tightly his knuckles were white.
"We didn't mean to!" Angel cried.
"The mirror sucked us in!"
Lynda immediately dropped to her knees in front of the mirror.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Boys!"
Tears poured down her face.
Dean pressed both palms against the glowing surface.
"We can't get back!"
John crouched beside Lynda.
"Listen to me," he said firmly.
Both boys looked at him.
"We are getting you home."
"Dad—"
"I said we're getting you home."
The certainty in John's voice steadied them.
At least for a moment.
Then a low growl echoed from somewhere behind the boys.
Dean and Angel froze.
Lynda's heart stopped.
Slowly, both boys turned around.
The forest behind them had gone silent.
Far too silent.
Another growl rolled through the trees.
Much closer.
John immediately recognized the sound.
Predator.
Something hunting.
Something big.
"Dean," John said calmly despite the fear clawing at his chest. "Take your brother's hand."
Dean grabbed Angel's hand instantly.
"Good. Now back away from the trees."
The boys obeyed.
The growling came again.
Closer.
Branches snapped somewhere in the darkness.
Lynda grabbed John's arm.
"Do something!"
"I'm trying."
John placed his hand against the glowing mirror.
The surface rippled beneath his palm.
For one brief second the blue light flared brighter.
And on the other side Dean's eyes widened.
"Dad!"
"What?"
"The mirror!"
A crack of brilliant blue lightning shot across the surface.
The portal trembled.
The entire bathroom shook.
And then something massive moved between the trees behind the boys.
Two glowing eyes opened in the darkness.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hunting.
Angel let out a frightened sob and buried himself against Dean.
John's expression hardened instantly.
Nobody—
Nobody—
Was touching his sons.
"Hold on, boys," he growled.
The blue light around the mirror suddenly surged brighter.
"Because Dad's coming."

Re: Carry On This Mother's Day with The Winchester Legacy (2026)

von john am 02.06.2026 11:35

John took the paper from Angel and adjusted his glasses as both boys practically bounced in place waiting for his verdict.

 

He read through the list slowly.

One Free Hug.

Breakfast in Bed.

One Day of No Arguing.

That one made him snort.

"Well," John said, looking over the top of the paper, "this coupon right here might be the most expensive gift on the entire list."

"Dad!" Dean protested.

Angel grinned. "He's right."

John laughed and continued reading.

Do the Dishes for a Week.

Help Cook Dinner for a Week.

Movie Night of Mom's Choice.

By the time he reached the bottom, his expression had softened considerably.

"Boys..." he said quietly. "These are perfect."

Both boys immediately straightened with pride.

"Really?"

"Really."

John reached out and ruffled both their hair.

"Your mom is going to love every single one of these."

Angel's face lit up.

"So we can make them colorful?"

"We absolutely can."

Dean pumped his fist in victory.

"Yes!"

John handed the list back.

"We can use markers, crayons, stickers if we have any left. We can make them look as fancy as you want."

The boys exchanged excited looks.

Then Dean asked his question.

"Dad, do you think we could get Mom flowers?"

John smiled.

"I think that's a wonderful idea."

"Really?"

"Really."

Dean grinned from ear to ear.

John leaned back on the couch.

"We might not need the biggest bouquet in town. Your mom would be just as happy with a small bunch picked because her boys thought of her."

Angel nodded thoughtfully.

"Mom likes yellow flowers."

"She does," John agreed.

"And sunflowers," Dean added.

John's smile widened.

"Then sunflowers it is."

The boys cheered and immediately started discussing flower colors as if they were planning a royal ceremony.

A few minutes later, John heard a vehicle pull into the driveway.

All three froze.

The truck door slammed.

Dean's eyes widened.

"Mom!"

Angel nearly tripped over his own feet racing toward the window.

John laughed.

"Easy there."

The front door opened.

Lynda stepped inside carrying a stack of folders under one arm and several pizza boxes under the other.

The smell of fresh pizza immediately filled the house.

Before she could even say hello, two small tornadoes crashed into her.

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

Lynda laughed as both boys wrapped themselves around her.

"Well hello to you too."

She nearly lost her balance.

"Goodness, what got into you two?"

Dean and Angel exchanged a quick look.

They were absolutely not going to reveal the Mother's Day surprise.

"Nothiiiiing," they said in perfect unison.

Lynda narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Oh no."

John immediately started laughing.

"That's never a good sign."

The boys looked horrified.

"Dad!"

Lynda looked from John to the boys.

"What are you three up to?"

"Nothing," Dean answered.

"Absolutely nothing," Angel added.

John raised an eyebrow.

The boys stared at him.

John held up both hands innocently.

"I haven't said a word."

Lynda's suspicion only grew.

Then she noticed the pizza.

"Well," she said, setting everything on the table, "whatever trouble you're causing can wait until after lunch."

The boys immediately forgot their secret.

"Pizza!"

They raced for the kitchen.

Lynda laughed and shook her head before looking at John.

For a moment the noise faded into the background.

She smiled.

"I missed you guys."

John stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"We missed you too."

Lynda leaned into him with a tired sigh.

"Good. Because I escaped early."

John chuckled.

"The hospital finally let you go?"

"Barely."

She rested her head against his shoulder.

"Honestly, I'd rather be here with my boys."

From the kitchen came Angel's voice.

"Mom! Dad's being mushy again!"

Dean immediately followed.

"Yeah! Gross!"

Lynda burst out laughing.

John just rolled his eyes.

"See what I have to put up with?"

"You love it."

John kissed the top of her head.

"Yeah," he admitted as the boys continued arguing over pizza slices. "I really do."

Re: The Winchesters and Others Stranded on Devil's Island with Something Evil

von john am 02.06.2026 11:23

John sat quietly in the chair, Abby curled against his chest. The tiny girl had somehow managed to wrap all ten of her fingers around one of his, and he was completely trapped.

 

Not that he minded.

He listened to Lynda talk about each of the girls, smiling as he glanced between them.

"Drama queen, screamer, and the silent observer," he chuckled. "Yeah, sounds about right. Heaven help the poor boys that try to date them someday."

He shook his head.

"Actually, heaven help me."

Abby let out a tiny squeak in her sleep and immediately settled again. John's entire expression softened.

When Lynda joked about another Winchester ending up "in the oven," he laughed outright.

"Now hold on. You're not blaming me for something that requires both of us."

He pointed a finger at her.

"I know how this works."

The smile lingered on his face long after the joke passed.

As Bella settled into her crib and Phoenix began feeding, John's attention shifted back to his wife. He noticed the tears she'd quickly blinked away while watching him with the girls.

John knew that look.

He'd seen it before.

It was the look of someone remembering every mile they'd traveled together.

The motel rooms.

The hunts.

The nights they weren't sure they'd survive until morning.

The boys growing up too fast.

The losses.

The victories.

Everything.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Then Lynda broke the silence with her gentle words about deserving moments like these.

John looked down at Abby.

Then at Phoenix.

Then toward Bella's crib.

Finally his eyes settled on Lynda.

His voice was quieter when he answered.

"You know..."

He swallowed.

"I spent years convincing myself that people like us didn't get this."

He looked around the room.

The babies.

The crib.

The bags packed for Italy.

His wife sitting on the bed feeding their daughter.

Home.

"I figured hunters got one thing or the other."

A small smile appeared.

"The family or the job."

He carefully brushed a finger across Abby's cheek.

"I never thought I'd get both."

The confession hung in the air.

John wasn't usually a man who talked about feelings.

But tonight felt different.

Maybe it was the cruise.

Maybe it was the babies.

Maybe it was simply being tired enough to stop pretending.

"I look at Dean, Sam, Jennie, and the rest of the boys..."

He smiled proudly.

"They turned out better than I had any right to expect."

Then his eyes moved to the girls.

"And these three?"

A laugh escaped him.

"They're already running this family and they're only a few weeks old."

Phoenix made a tiny contented noise while feeding.

John pointed toward her.

"See? She's already plotting something."

His expression grew serious again as he looked at Lynda.

"No matter what happens down the road..."

He reached out and gently squeezed her hand.

"No matter what hunt comes next or what stupid thing one of our boys gets himself into..."

His thumb brushed across her knuckles.

"I want you to remember this."

He nodded toward the room.

"Because this right here is real."

Another glance at Abby sleeping in his arms.

"The monsters are real too."

His smile returned.

"But they don't get to take this from us."

John leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against Lynda's forehead.

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

Then he settled back into the chair with Abby still sleeping against him and grinned.

"Now, speaking of things we deserve..."

He looked toward the packed luggage.

"If we're going to Italy tomorrow, somebody better warn that cruise ship there's about to be an invasion of Winchesters and Cartwrights."

His eyes sparkled mischievously.

"And God help the poor crew if Bella discovers she likes yelling in Italian."

Re: Wedding Bells are Ringing for the Joining of Two Hearts and Souls

von john am 24.05.2026 04:25

John's breath caught the moment he turned the ring over in his hand and read the engraving.
For a second, everything around him faded into silence.
The preacher.
The candlelight.
The small crowd gathered in the little church.
None of it mattered compared to the woman standing in front of him.
His wife.
Slowly, John lifted his eyes from the ring to Lynda, and the look on his face was enough to make a fresh wave of tears slip down her cheeks. His own eyes were shining now too, though he tried to hide it behind a rough little chuckle.
"Lynda..." he said softly, almost like he couldn't believe she was real.
His thumb brushed over the words engraved inside the band again.
You're my demon and I'm your angel.
John swallowed hard before shaking his head with a quiet laugh.
"You really had this put on our rings?"
There was awe in his voice.
Wonder.
Love so deep it almost hurt.
When she nodded, smiling through tears, John reached up and gently cradled her face in both hands. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing God had ever placed in his life.
"You got no idea what you do to me, sweetheart," he whispered.
Then his forehead rested against hers for a long moment while the preacher smiled warmly beside them.
Finally John pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes again.
"My angel," he murmured. "That's exactly what you are."
A soft sniffle came from one of the pews, and both of them glanced over to see little Angel trying very hard not to cry. The boy immediately wiped his eyes when John looked at him.
"I'm not crying," Angel muttered defensively. "The church is dusty."
That earned a warm laugh from several people in the church.
John shook his head with a grin before looking back at Lynda again. His arm slid protectively around her waist, holding her close against him like he never intended to let her go.
Then finally, with pride filling every inch of him, John turned toward the small gathering.
His voice came out strong this time.
"I'd like everybody to meet my wife..." He paused just long enough to glance back at her lovingly. "Mrs. Lynda Winchester."
The church immediately filled with applause and cheers.
Angel practically launched himself from the pew and ran straight toward them.
"That's my mom!" he announced proudly as he wrapped himself around both of them.
John laughed softly and bent down enough to pull Angel into the embrace while keeping one arm around Lynda.
For a moment, the three of them just stood there together in front of the altar.
A family.
A real one.
John looked down at the ring on his hand one more time before meeting Lynda's eyes again.
Then, quietly enough for only her to hear, he spoke.
"Mrs. Winchester," he said warmly. "Ready to go home with your boys?"

Re: It was the Night Before Christmas and All the Demons were Stirring (2025)

von john am 24.05.2026 04:15

John's mouth stayed close to hers for one stolen second longer.
A low, helpless chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"Woman," he murmured, his voice rough and warm, "you kiss me like that and then expect me to go behave in town?"
He brushed his thumb along her cheek, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
"But yeah," he said quietly. "We'll get our boys ready."
He kissed her once more, gentler this time, then rested his forehead against hers.
"And Lynda?" His voice dropped. "Whatever it is about Bobby... whatever complicated thing you gotta tell me tonight... I'll listen. I won't judge before I know the whole story."
He swallowed, glancing toward the sound of cartoons and laughter.
"I don't hate Bobby. I hate seeing that little boy hurt. There's a difference."
Then John straightened, though he kept one arm around her waist like letting go too fast might cost him something.
"And for the record," he added, a crooked grin tugging at his mouth, "Angel and Dean are beautiful babies when they're asleep. Awake, they're tiny outlaws with sticky hands and opinions."
From the living room, Angel yelled, "I HEARD THAT!"
John looked toward the stairs.
"Good!" he called back. "Means your ears work. Now get your boots on before I come down there and pick out the ugly ones."
A burst of laughter followed.
John looked back at Lynda, his face full of love.
"Come on, Mama Bear," he said softly. "Let's go make a memory."