John stumbled into the motel room as quietly as he could, set on making it to the bathroom before he could wake up either of the boys. He had gone out on his own - stupid really - and stumbled on a vampire nest in his travels, thinking that it could have been too big, he’d loaded up a cross bow with a handful of arrows soaked in dead blood and covered a few knives in the stuff before busting in the door. Well he’d been wrong, the nest had been bigger than he’d thought and though he’d managed to eliminate a good amount of them, he’d been left kind of defenceless against the last two. John wasn’t stupid, he done everything he could to keep them from biting him and successfully managed to get away bite free, but he was still pretty bashed up.
“Shit” he cursed softly as he accidentally kicked one of the metal chairs making a god awful racket.
“John Eugene Winchester,” The tone was clear – annoyed. And worst of all, his wife’s. His pregnant wife. That’s right, the Winchesters would be adding to their clan. Boy, did she sound like Ellen right there too. The bristle in her words not only being able to be heard, but felt. A hand was instinctively over her stomach, feeling the growing babe inside. She approached him, those loving eyes now dark, brewing in anger. The stress wasn’t good in her condition – they both knew this. But her stubborn husband decided to go out on a hunt all by his lonesome. “You’d better have a damned good reason for going out on your own like that.” Of course, once she caught a closer look at him, her mood swings. From anger to worry.