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Title: Time to
Heal the Pain
Part IV-Final Installment
Author:
Darkestangel
Summary:� Choices are made
Author�s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to
Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: WINCEST

Pairing: Dean/John
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: none in
this sequel
Disclaimer: Supernatural
belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and
Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal
pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author�s Notes:
1. This is a SHORT sequel to Bittersweet Reunion.
You will definitely need to read that series before reading this sequel. You
can find the story here: Bittersweet Reunion
2. This story is officially A/U since the season two
premiere �killed� off a certain main character, and I refuse to change my
storyline to accommodate this ridiculous causality.

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Flagstaff Arizona-9
PM

Sam sat across from Dean and John in the near empty diner
clenching his napkin into his fist in anger as John whispered something amusing
into Dean�s ear. He couldn�t believe the audacity his father had to flaunt his
and Dean�s relationship in his face; the blatant disrespect, and the lack of
decency. Dean for his part was sitting close to John with his shoulder rubbing
up against his father. Dean ignored the accusing looks from the few patrons in
the diner and allowed his own father to rub up against his thigh while he
chewed on the last of his fries.

�So, what do you two have planned now that the demon has
disappeared yet again?� John absently asked while staring intently into Dean�s
glimmering eyes.

�I thought that much was obvious,� Sam replied tossing
his mutilated napkin onto his empty plate.

�Is it,� Dean asked pushing his plate towards the center
of the table.

�Yeah, I go back to school so you can two can be Mr. and
Mrs. Winchester and continue the good fight,� Sam bitterly retorted. �But don�t
expect me to get you a wedding gift.�

�Sam,� Dean warned.

John placed his hand gently on Dean�s forearm, �No, go
ahead and let him vent; get this shit off his chest, so we can all move on with
our lives.�

Sam looked around the diner watching as every eye in the
joint seemed to focus on his family, �I think we need to leave here before
anything else is said and done.�

John casually looked around noting the two truck drivers
at the bar who were obviously disgusted with the conversation that they had
overheard. �Good idea Sam,� John commented as he signaled for their check. �Why
don�t you two boys meet me outside while I pay the bill?�

�I�d rather stay with you,� Dean replied standing up to
let his father out of the booth.

Sam looked behind his brother and saw the truckers now
checking out his brother�s ass. �Let�s go Dean,� Sam insisted as he placed his
hand on his brother�s back and nearly pushed him out the door. John waited
until both his sons were outside before turning to the truck drivers, �Why
don�t you two mind your own business?�

The taller driver shrugged, �Then you shouldn�t make it
so obvious. It�s one thing to get a blow job from a fag at a truck stop but no
one wants to see that kind of shit while they�re eating.�

John handed the waitress behind the bar his check and
money and waited for his change, �I�m not a fag.�

The smaller trucker snorted, �Right, you�re just a man
who likes to fuck pretty boys and make them call you Daddy.�

John took the change from the waitress, shoved it into
his pocket, and turned his full attention back towards the annoying men. �What
exactly are you insinuating?�

The taller trucker stood up from his seat and stared down
into John�s face, �Which one is the better cocksucker, the tall one or the
pretty one?�

�I suggest you shut your mouth,� John warned clenching
his fists.

�The pretty one has a mouth just begging to be fucked,
doesn�t he?� the shorter trucker replied standing up as well.

John was one second away from stomping both men asses,
�Jealous much?�

�John,� Sam called from the door. �Let�s go.�

John looked over at his son, �I�ll be out in a minute. I
just got to take care of something.�

�Now,� Sam insisted through clenched teeth. �Before Dean
and I take off without you.�

�That�s it faggot, go back to your pretty bitch before he
leaves you,� the shorter trucker taunted.

Sam nearly laughed from the imbecile�s insult knowing
that there was no stopping his father now. �On second thought, we�ll be outside
waiting while you wipe the floor with their hick asses.�

John heard the bell ringing above the door signifying
that Sam had left and turned to face the truckers while calmly popping his
knuckles. �Which one of your asses am I going to kick first?�

******************************

Dean waited patiently propped up against the hood of the
Impala for Sam to return. He could see through the diner windows that Sam had
failed to get his father out of a fight and that Sam had left John to do what
needed to be done. Dean wasn�t sure what had riled his father up in the first
place, but he had a sneaky feeling that it was about him. It wouldn�t be the
first time his father had defended his honor, nor would it most likely be the
last. Dean could take care of himself, but John seemed to get a sick thrill
from beating up strangers, so Dean tried not to protest too much.

�He is going to so kick their asses,� Sam commented as he
returned. �They�re both idiots who don�t know when to shut up.�

�What did they say?� Dean asked watching as the taller
trucker threw the first punch directed towards John.

�He called Dad a faggot and you a pretty bitch,� Sam
honestly answered watching as his father caught the man�s fist in his hand and
twisted his arm behind his back. The taller trucker fell to his knees grimacing
in pain while the shorter trucker lashed out at John.

�I don�t know why he thinks he has to defend me,� Dean
began. �He�s always getting into fights become some guy looks at me wrong or
says something degrading. It�s embarrassing as hell.�

Sam watched as his father grabbed the shorter man and
placed him into a headlock while he continued holding the taller man down to
the ground. He could see the gleam of joy in his father�s eyes and shook his
head in astonishment, �He gets off on it I guess. After all, you are his bitch
and he wants to take care of you.�

Dean stood up abruptly from the hood, �Don�t call me
that.�

�Why not, isn�t it true?� Sam argued. �Don�t you like
being fucked by him like a good little wife?�

�What the fuck?� Dean exclaimed. �What the hell is your problem
Sam? You told him that it was okay for us to try to mend things between us,
that it was��

�I told him he could try to mend things, but I meant like
a father and son,� Sam interrupted. �I had no idea that you would fall back
into his bed within the first hour, but I guess I shouldn�t be surprised, after
all you always have been a slut, so why stop now?�

Dean angrily swung out and punched Sam on the jaw and
threw himself onto his taller brother causing them to both fall onto the hard
ground, �Shut up!�

Sam wrestled with Dean while the older man hit him with
several licks across the cheeks and jaw, �Fuck you Dean!�

Both men tossed each other about on the hard rocky ground
kicking, clawing, and punching at each other as the tensions from the last few
months finally exploded into a frenzy of anger, resentment, and hatred. John
watched from the side as his own sons fought each other over his transgressions
and felt sick with guilt and remorse. He knew that Dean and Sam were at each
other�s throats because of what he had done to Dean, and a part of him wanted
nothing more than to jump in the truck and leave his sons alone, but he
couldn�t just abandon Dean again. He had promised the younger man that he would
never disappear like that again, and he was determined to keep that promise.

John reached down and grabbed both boys by the arm and
yanked them apart, �Stop this shit now!�

Dean lunged out towards Sam, �He called me your bitch and
slut!�

John looked harshly at Sam, �Didn�t I just kick those
guys� asses for the same reason?�

Sam could feel that his face was flushed with anger and
shame and stopped struggling, �I don�t know why I said that�I guess I�m just so
fucking livid with both of you for hiding this shit from me for so long.�

�That�s understandable,� John replied looking at Dean who
was still trying to get out of his commanding grasp. �That�s enough Dean!�

Dean immediately stilled and looked at his father, �It
doesn�t give him an excuse to call me those things and to treat you like some
sort of leper.�

�Get in the truck Dean,� John ordered.

�No,� Dean protested.

�Dean�do as I tell you,� John harshly commanded. �Don�t
make me drag your ass over there myself.�

Sam shook his head in disgust, �Some things never
change.�

�And you get your ass in the Impala,� John barked at his
youngest.

John watched as both Winchester
boys stomped off like reprimanded children to their assigned places. �Doesn�t
being a father ever get any easier?� he asked himself softly. Both of his children
got into their respected vehicles slamming their doors hard in annoyance and
frustration and John smiled sadly, �This is your fault you fool�your lack of
control is going to be the downfall of this family.�

Dean sat in the passenger seat of the truck pouting as
his father made his way to the Impala filled with resentment towards his father
for ordering him around like a little child, and resentment towards Sam for
interfering with his happiness.

***********************

Sam sat filled with dread as his father opened the door
to the Chevy and sat heavily into the passenger seat. He knew that he had gone
too far with his insults and he worried that he had destroyed his relationship
with Dean. �I�m sorry for what I said.�

�No you�re not,� John replied coldly. �You meant every
cruel word and I have a good mind to kick your ass on principle alone.�

�Yes Sir,� Sam agreed. �You and Dean both would be
justified in your actions.�

�Why did you tell me that you would be okay with this
when I called you last week?� John questioned as he tried hard not to look out
the window at his truck that housed a certain perturbed son. �Why let me call
Dean and reconnect with him if you weren�t cool with us?�

Sam looked out the busted out driver side window hoping
that the answers would simply fall out of the sky. �I don�t know�I guess I
thought I could handle it, but seeing you two so close together makes me
uncomfortable.�

�Sam, I don�t know what to say here,� John explained. �I
love Dean more than you could ever understand, but I love you too, and I can�t
justify being happy if you�re so miserable.�

Sam looked sharply at his father practically smelling the
self-sacrifice in the air, �Don�t you dare! Don�t you dare sacrifice your
happiness for mine! I am so tired of you and Dean sacrificing everything to
keep me happy and safe.�

�If I stay you will become more bitter and resentful of
our relationship and it will ultimately destroy this family,� John responded.
�We survived tonight against the demon because we were united as a family, but
if I stay we will become divided, and we will fail the next time we face off
against that yellow-eyed bastard.�

�I�ll just have to learn to accept it,� Sam reasoned. �We
can get two rooms, ride in two separate vehicles, and we can��

�No,� John interrupted. �One room, one car, and two
cohesive brothers, and I will keep in touch.�

�Back to the way it was then?� Sam sarcastically asked.
�Leave us alone, never call, send us on your little errands, and let us worry
about you on an hourly basis.�

�Not this time,� John quickly replied. �I�ll call weekly,
hook up with you guys periodically, and I�ll be a real father for a change.�

�And by hook up with us you mean fuck Dean when you get a
chance?�

�No!� John hissed. �I�m not going to touch him again
after today.�

�You mean after tonight,� Sam hotly added.

�I have to explain things to him, say goodbye,� John
reasoned.

�You know he�ll never forgive you for leaving him again,
don�t you?�

John swallowed hard in sadness, �I know, but I have to do
this for this family�s sake.�

�He�ll never forgive me either,� Sam whispered. �He�ll
blame me for this and it will be difficult to get along with him.�

�You�re probably right, but he�ll get over it,� John
replied. �You know how forgiving your brother is.�

�Are you sure this is what you want to do?� Sam asked
hesitantly.

John thought about how happy he had been earlier in the
day with Dean in his arms and felt a twinge of regret in his chest, �No, but
it�s what needs to be done.�

�I could just go back to school,� Sam offered.

�No, you wouldn�t be safe there alone,� John
rationalized.

�And you will be Dad?�

�I�m not going to argue with you on this,� John
reiterated. �I�ll take Dean back to the motel, explain to him why I�m leaving again,
and call you next week to check up on the both of you.�

Sam could see that his father was in obvious emotional
pain, and he felt guilty for being an ass about the whole situation, �Why don�t
you stay with us a week or so and maybe I can get use to the idea.�

�Sam, its nearly killing me to leave him, and I�ve only
been back with Dean for a few hours. Staying with him for a few days and then
being forced to leave him would be pure agony.�

�Okay,� Sam reluctantly agreed as his father made his way
out of the Impala. �I love you Dad.�

�Me too,� John whispered before he closed the door and
made his way back to the truck and to Dean.

************************

�So,� Dean prompted as John got inside the truck.�

�So?�

�What did you two talk about?� Dean asked as his father
started the truck.

John pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the
dusty highway away from the motel, �We came to an agreement.�

�About what,� Dean asked wearily.

�You see that full moon tonight? Would you mind if we go
and park to look at it for a while?� John offered trying to change the subject.

�Sure,� Dean snapped knowing that the conversation about
Sam was over for the time being.

The two men drove on in silence for several miles turning
off down a dirt road towards a field of tall grass and open sky away from the
lights of the city. They both looked up into the sky in appreciation as they
got out of the truck and sat on the tailgate that John had lowered.

Dean stared up into the dark sky at the blanket of stars
and the luminous full moon and smiled bitterly. �You bring me out here to
seduce me?�

�Something like that,� John admitted squeezing Dean�s
hand gently knowing that this might be the last night he would ever be able to
touch Dean. �I�ve just missed you so damn much.�

�Why do I feel like this is a goodbye?� Dean asked
feeling his eyes begin to water.

John felt his bottom lip trembling in sadness, �Dean, we
both know that this isn�t going to workout.�

Dean felt the wet trail of tears as they cascaded down
his cheeks and wiped at them angrily, �I wish I hadn�t come here to see you. I
knew this would hurt like hell.�

�Baby, we can still see each other, just not full-time,�
John explained. �I think that Sam could handle it if we weren�t so obvious and
didn�t do it around him.�

Dean turned to look at his father in understanding, �You
mean we can be fuck buddies? Pretend we don�t mean anything to each other?�

�No, we can be lovers who love each other,� John
responded in earnest wiping at Dean�s tears. �See each other once or twice a
month when the time allows. Meet each other and reconnect without Sammy being
involved.�

Dean laid back into the bed of the truck and looked again
at the sky, �So I can be your dirty little secret?�

John looked down at his son noticing that Dean�s t-shirt
had ridden up exposing Dean�s lower belly. John reached out and ran a finger
over the bared flesh, �And I can be yours.�

Dean smiled tenderly at his father, �I love you so much.�

�Me too baby,� John grinned leaning down to kiss Dean.

�But I can�t do this,� Dean said as he turned his face to
the side avoiding his father�s kiss.

John had expected Dean to resist, �Yes you can.�

�I�m worth more than this,� Dean argued.

�We both are,� John whispered into Dean�s ear. �I�d do
anything to have you in my life everyday, but Sam can�t accept us.�

�Screw Sam,� Dean grumbled.

��Dean, you know
that he has a right to be pissed about this whole situation,� John
rationalized. �We kept this secret from him for over a decade; our incestuous
relationship.�

�And you want to continue to lie to him,� Dean
emphasized.

�No, Sam agreed that he would tolerate us being together
if he knew that you were doing it by choice and that it wasn�t all in his face
on a daily basis.�

�It shouldn�t have to be this way,� Dean whimpered as he
felt his emotions getting the better of him once again.

�I know it shouldn�t have to be baby, but we have to keep
this family united and not at each others throats,� John defended. �Maybe
eventually, things can change for the better, but for right now��

�We take what we can get,� Dean finished pulling his
father in for a deep passionate kiss.

John nipped and sucked on Dean�s plump lips and gently
pushed his tongue inside Dean�s hot mouth devouring his son in a breathtaking
kiss.

Dean allowed his father to practically feed off his mouth
but eventually pushed his father away trying to catch his breath, �Take me
somewhere more comfortable.�

�Comfortable as in my motel bed,� John asked filled with
hope.

�When did you turn into such a sap?� Dean teased sitting
back up and jumping out of the truck bed.

John got out of the truck bed smiling ear-to-ear as he watched
Dean getting into the truck. This could work. He would make it work, and he
would find a way to keep Sam happy while keeping Dean for himself.

**************************

John kneeled on his knees on
the bed stripped of all clothing and he squeezed Dean�s bare hips while sliding
his leaking cock in and out of Dean�s twitching hole. �I love your ass so
fucking much�so fucking perfect.�

Dean was on his knees resting
his chest and head on the bed. He ran his hands and fingers over the pillow
squeezing tightly as each stroke against his prostate shot slivers of pleasure
up his spine. �Oh God, feels so good�don�t stop.�

John ran his hands up and down
Dean�s back and kissed at the nape of his sweaty neck, �Never baby�want you
like this all the time.�

Dean slipped one of his hands
underneath his body and began stroking his own throbbing thick member, �Make me
cum Daddy�fuck me harder.�

John shuddered in sick
perversion when Dean called him Daddy and he set a harder pace meant to bring
Dean off as quickly as possible. �Like Daddy�s cock, don�t you?�

Dean knew he was whimpering
and whining in need but he didn�t give a shit as long as his father continued
to fill him with so much pleasure. �Love it Daddy�love your big fat dick inside
me, fucking me hard.�

John kissed his way up and
down Dean�s sweaty back licking at the salty moisture, �I love you baby�more
than anything in this world.�

�Me too,� Dean moaned as he
released his thick creamy cum onto his hand arching his back towards the
ceiling. �Give it to me Daddy�shoot it inside me.�

John grabbed onto Dean�s hips
tightly and pumped several more times before shooting his hot sticky seed
inside his son�s willing body. �Damn! Fuck that�s so fucking good�take it all
baby.�

Dean tried to catch his breath
as he felt his father�s semen coating his insides, �I take it that was good for
you.�

John could still feel his
prick throbbing as he slowly pulled out of Dean�s body, �You could say that.�
John wiped at the white fluid as it dribbled out of Dean�s swollen well-used
hole, �I made a mess back here.�

Dean smiled and rested his
head on the pillow, �That�s okay. I like it messy.�

�You want to take a shower
with me?�

�No,� Dean whispered closing his
eyes and relaxing his knees. �I just want to pass out. Wake me up in the
morning.�

John got off the bed, bent
down to kiss Dean on the forehead, and headed into the bathroom to clean up.
When he closed the door he stared into the mirror smiling like a kid in a candy
shop. He ran his hand up and down his sweaty chest still feeling Dean�s body
wrapped around his cock; gripping tightly, sucking the cum out if him. He
wanted nothing more than to make love to Dean all night, but he knew that Dean
was exhausted and that there would be other opportunities to be together;
perhaps not as often as he would like, but a part-time thing with Dean was
better than nothing at all.

*********************

Twenty minutes later John
stepped out of the bathroom only to find his bed empty. His first instinct was
to grab a weapon, go to Sam�s room, and beg the younger man to help him find
Dean, but John knew better when he saw a note on the pillow. With a shaking
hand, John picked up the note and felt his eyes burning as tears threatened to
fall�

John,
I told you I couldn�t do this�it has to be all or nothing for me, so I
guess it�s my turn to run from us.
It was a love never meant to be, a love cursed, so why continue to
force it?
I think its time to salt and burn this bitch for good�
I hope that you�ll always be my Dad,
Dean

John sat down on the edge of
the bed filled with distraught and bittersweet relief. He was glad that Dean
had made the decision to leave and not the other way around. Perhaps now, Dean
would truly let go and learn to love someone else; someone more appropriate,
someone who would treat him with respect, and someone who wouldn�t lie and
manipulate him just to get what they wanted.

�I�ll always be your Dad,�
John whispered to himself. �No father could be more proud of their son as I am
of you Dean.�

***********************

Sam drove the Impala down the
road looking over at Dean who was staring out the side window. �Are you sure
about this?�

Dean refused to look at Sam
afraid that the tears would start up, �I�ve never been this sure about anything
in my life.�

Sam nodded in understanding,
stepped on the accelerator, and raced north away from Flagstaff through the
darkness of the night, �You don�t have to do this for me Dean.�

Dean looked over at his brother,
�I�m not doing this for you. I�m doing this for me�and for him.� Dean switched
on the radio anxious to shut out Sam�s questions and accusations, stared out
onto the poorly lit road, and listened to the song that seemed to sum up his
entire relationship with his father�

Talk to me softly
There's something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Something is changing inside you
And don't you know

Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before
you tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinking of you
And the times we had...baby

And don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby

And don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
An don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight

�Don�t
Cry� written by Guns and Roses, 1991.

Listen to
�Don�t Cry�

The End
Dean begs prettily
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Warnings: WINCEST