Hunter

“Where are we going, son?” He asked, tilting his head a bit.

“Portland. Garth found a nest of vamps out there I need to deal with.” He leaned back in the seat, licking his lips.

John nodded. "If you want, we can ride together. I got a storage shed in town.. I can just stow my truck for a while."

John let out a huff. “Can’t really think of anything else when you’re like this.”

Balth laughs and leans down to kiss him gently, “fine,” he whispers, clenching around John as he drops before he rocks his hips and starts a faster pace.

John let out a moan, nearly clutching onto him as he watched him. "F-fuck.."

John chuckled a bit, slowly rocking into him, wanting to tease him more than anything.

Balth whines heavily. “John, I will start talking about SeaWorld and what I will do if you don’t-…” He shakes his head, “please.”

He smirked a bit, gripping his hips and starting to rock harder and faster now, shifting just enough to hit his prostate with each trust.

How?

John came out a few minutes later, Remy on his heals. “Smells good, son.” He laughed, watching the dog circle his legs, nearly tripping him every other step. He looked up at the table, smiling when he saw Sam, pausing a few feet from the table.

John smiled, hugging his son back tightly. "I missed you too, Sammy." He smiled as he nudged his son back toward the table. "Now eat.." He looked down at the dog, who was wiggling around on the spot, looking like staying away from the table was nearly killing him. He rolled his eyes, snapping once. Remy trotted over and sat next to Sam. John moved to sit at the empty place, glancing at his two sons. "Looks like Remy likes you, Sam."

He smiled a bit. “Thanks, son..”

“No problem.” Dean leaned easily back in the seat, one arm on the door in the sun. He let out a sigh and settled in for the drive. He was tired and felt far older than he was.

"Where are we going, son?" He asked, tilting his head a bit.

How?

John smirked a bit, looking around as he picked the dog up so he didn’t run into Sam’s room. He nodded a bit as he looked around, before setting Remy on the bed. He looked over at Dean, nodding slightly. “Yeah. It’s better than shitty hotel rooms.” He replied, shrugging a bit. “See you tomorrow, son..”

John came out a few minutes later, Remy on his heals. "Smells good, son." He laughed, watching the dog circle his legs, nearly tripping him every other step. He looked up at the table, smiling when he saw Sam, pausing a few feet from the table.

John smirked, pulling his fingers out, before moving up behind him and pushing into him slowly.

“John!” He moans as his fingers scratch at the car door, panting. “So good!”

John chuckled a bit, slowly rocking into him, wanting to tease him more than anything.

John moaned quietly, rocking up into him slowly. “F-fuck.. You feel amazing..”

Balth whimpers and moans. “Ye-Yeah? I might stop believing you, you say it everytime,” he teases, panting softly.

John let out a huff. "Can't really think of anything else when you're like this."

John frowned at him. “Seriously, Dean?” He sighed a bit. “Careful with the fire, Dean. Don’t wanna get burned.” He replied, before forcing back a smirk, trying to look like he was completely serious.

Dean laughed “Yeah tell me about it. It’s like reliving Hell when he has a nightmare.” he said, remembering how the previous night was exhausting just because of that. “I’ve had worse, we all know this.” he said, smiling.

He nodded a bit. "You take care of him, too.." He replied, sighing a bit, before scrubbing his hand down his face. "You know how dangerous it is to have relationships when you're a hunter.."

John eyed his hand for a moment, before shaking it slowly. “Good.. Glad to know you’ve got someone.” he said quietly, smiling over at the boy. “Don’t even think I’ve gotta threaten him.” He let out a chuckle, before looking back at his son. “Keep an eye on him..”

Dean chuckled slightly when Johnny responded ‘Oh I will’ and gave Dean’s hand a small squeeze before he went to go shower for the day. “Dad, he’s.. Well, he’s one of those superheros on tv. He’s the Human Torch” Dean explained. “I’m keeping a very close eye on him.”

John frowned at him. "Seriously, Dean?" He sighed a bit. "Careful with the fire, Dean. Don't wanna get burned." He replied, before forcing back a smirk, trying to look like he was completely serious.

John’s eyebrow raised, his eyes flicking over the man, before he looked up at his son. “He know about everythin’?” He asked, crossing his arms. He had a small smile on his face, but managed to look annoyed still.

Dean smiled “Just about, yeah. Except about you and mom, well, being dead. Haven’t gotten to that yet” he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and noticing Johnny walking towards them. “Made him get the anti-possession tattoo within hours of seeing each other officially” he said, gesturing towards the chest tattoo that mimicked Dean and Sam’s. “Johnny, this is my dad, John.” he said, watching his reach a hand out to shake his father’s hand.

John eyed his hand for a moment, before shaking it slowly. "Good.. Glad to know you've got someone." he said quietly, smiling over at the boy. "Don't even think I've gotta threaten him." He let out a chuckle, before looking back at his son. "Keep an eye on him.."

John immediately hugged him back, having definitely missed his son. “Missed you too, Dean.. How’ve you been?”

Dean pulled back from the hug slightly “I-I’ve been good Dad. Still hunting, taking care of Sammy.. I’m just finding more jobs here in New York…” he said, his voice trailing off as he saw Johnny appear in the doorframe of the bedroom. “This is, um, Johnny.” he said, smiling weakly at his father. “He’s my boyfriend.” he said, swallowing.

John's eyebrow raised, his eyes flicking over the man, before he looked up at his son. "He know about everythin'?" He asked, crossing his arms. He had a small smile on his face, but managed to look annoyed still.

John immediately took a swig from it, making a face as he handed it back. “You know.. You should change that out every day or so.. It tastes like crap..”

Dean grinned. “I’ve got my whiskey in a different bottle” he said, replacing the flask in his jacket, and looking at his father. It was him. Really him. He heard Johnny getting up, but Dean walked up to his father, putting his arms around him for a tight hug. “I missed you dad”

John immediately hugged him back, having definitely missed his son. "Missed you too, Dean.. How've you been?"

John walked past where the devil’s trap was, making sure to pass directly under it, before he tugged his sleeve up and holding his arm out to him. “Wouldn’t’ve tracked you down if I wasn’t sure it was me.”

Dean watched him, noting his movements, and holding the knife against his skin, slicing it enough to watch the scarlet liquid drip. “Good. Last test.” he pulled out Bobby’s flask, filled with Salt and holy water. “Take a swig” he said, unscrewing it and handing it to his father. He was strict, like John had taught him. These weren’t things to take lightly, especially when one had been gone for years.

John immediately took a swig from it, making a face as he handed it back. "You know.. You should change that out every day or so.. It tastes like crap.."

John nodded a bit, slowly walking in. He figured Dean had salt and some kind of wards, or he hoped he did at least. “You should do the tests.. Make sure of it.” He replied, shrugging a bit.

Dean pulled Ruby’s knife from his pocket “First, pass that devil’s trap” he said, pointing upward, and flipping the knife to hand him handle first “Then, see if you bleed.” he said, hearing Johnny rustle, but ignoring it.

John walked past where the devil's trap was, making sure to pass directly under it, before he tugged his sleeve up and holding his arm out to him. "Wouldn't've tracked you down if I wasn't sure it was me."

John had his arms crossed, his hand on his gun under his jacket. He managed a smile when he saw his son. “Hi Dean.”

Dean looked his father over “Ho-how do I know it’s really you?” he said, begging it wasn’t some skinwalker or possession. He glanced back at Johnny who was still sleeping, and his attention fully to John. “Come in” he said, knowing he had painted a devil’s trap on the ceiling. He was holding back from a hug until he was sure.

John nodded a bit, slowly walking in. He figured Dean had salt and some kind of wards, or he hoped he did at least. "You should do the tests.. Make sure of it." He replied, shrugging a bit.