What?  I’m being really really evil today.  That and now that the wiki is finished or as finished as it can get at the moment – all my bunnies came home.  Every single damn one of them.

Before you start squeeing too much – the 3rd Part of the Winchester Saga will not appear during Advent – there’s major storyline in this and it will take some time to hammer it all out.

But I figured what the hell – have a sneak peak at what’s being planned.  And take a look at the shinies afterwards!

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So how long was long enough before you chase down your elusive Mate who was hiding in Transylvania of all the hellish places?

John Winchester sighed and looked into the dirty old mirror that hung in Bobby’s guest bathroom.  He had stayed with his friend for the past two years.  Learned all that he could about Vampires, Clans, the society, all of it.

Part of him still wished that Bobby had tied him to a chair decades ago and explained all this shit, but as Singer liked to point out – Winchesters don’t do well being forced to do anything they don’t want to do.

He needed these years.  A least he was smart enough to recognize that fact.  John had some serious shit to come to terms with.  And he wasn’t even referring to Balthazar and that particular nightmare.  He had his own issues way before that asshole.

He had tried to track down his birth mother, or at least find some information on who she was.  Even with Skinners connection in the FBI, he wasn’t able to find much.  Bobby was the one who found some sketchy information from John’s hometown, about the local pastor’s daughter ‘fall from grace’.

The best guess either man had come up with, was that she hid the pregnancy and dumped John behind the Winchester Hardware Store.   There was no birth certificate or any DNA on file.

In the end it hadn’t mattered.  He was a goddamn Winchester the rest was irrelevant.

And this Winchester was tired of waiting around for his Mate to come swooning back into his life, to sweep him off his feet and ride off into the damn sunset.

He rolled his eyes at the mellow drama his head had started coming up with, finished cleaning up and headed out of the bathroom to head downstairs.

He wanted his Mate.

And when that particular thought had started popping up in his head, it had sent him to Rossi for a third or fourth round of sessions.  After a while he lost track of the variety of issues he was dealing with.

When Dean and Sam stopped by South Dakota to inform him about Stark’s offer for them to go to school, it was the push he needed to truly contemplate leaving South Dakota behind and Claim what was his.

He had needed the two years.

Needed the time to put everything into perspective.

Spend time with his sons and get to know them.  He was proud of both of them and for the first time, told them that.  Sam teared up, Dean rolled his eyes at the chick flick moment, but John refused to back down it had to be said at least once.

Afterwards they could never discuss it again.

John took the time to be trained.  Got his ass kicked by Bobby, Bruce, Dick, Riddick, both sons, and a duded named Gerard.  He learned how to masterfully use a sword, but he preferred Dean’s double barrel sawed off shotgun, with the shell casings packed with shrapnel.

His kid was a genius.

John made his final decision to find Gabriel, when Constantine called and bitched about how mopey the ‘Great Van Helsing’ was being.  It was sad, pathetic, and could John man up get his ass on a plane and fuck the guy into the bed so Constantine could get a good night’s sleep.

And that was exactly what he was planning to do.