Disclaimer: Not mine at all, maybe someday when I sell my soul
A/N: Just decided to do something that hadn't been done before, at least I hadn't read a real Willow/John Winchester pairing, seemed like an interesting thing to do. Banner by TexasAries.
Now on to the Story.......
Months of being on the road were hard, especially since he left Dean behind. At times he missed his oldest son, but at other times, he liked the quiet. He did not know when the next time he would see his son, but he knew Dean would do well on his own, John taught him to be strong and how to fight. John’s troubled mind was also at ease because Sam was now with his brother. Although the price that Sam paid to return to hunting was something John wished his son would never have known. Somehow his thoughts always drifted back to Mary, his wife, the only woman he had ever loved. One day he would finally avenge her death, and then he could be at rest. Until that day came, he had a purpose, to destroy the evil in the world and the find the one responsible for the breaking of his family.
John was currently following a lead on the fire demon and had not gotten any rest in the last two days. Seeing a sign for a motel, John finally decided to succumb to his weariness and get some sleep. It would have all worked out too if it wasn’t for the sound of fighting coming from the back of the motel. John pulled his gun out and quietly walked over; he looked over and saw three young women fighting with seven vampires. His first instincts were to go over and help them until he realized that they were not only holding their own, but were winning the fight. He looked on as two of them quickly killed three of the vampires, almost wanting to applaud their handiwork.
John smiled to himself, getting ready to walk away when he noticed one of them make a fatal mistake, the young woman overthrew one of her punches, missing the vampire completely moving forward so that the vampire was able to sidestep and grab her. The other two were still engaged and John raised his gun walking forward, aiming at the vampire, once he was close enough he fired, hitting the vampire in the side, causing him to let the woman go. A moment later he watched the vampire turn to dust. Confused for a second he looked at his gun and then back to where the pile of dust was noticing the floating stake.
“Alright girls, head back to your rooms and we’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
John turned, noticing for the first time the woman leaning on the wall; she pushed herself off and walked over to the three, looking them over for injuries. The three women looked at him as they walked to the front of the motel, headed for their rooms.
The redhead in front of him cleared her throat, “So do you always come in to save the day?”
John smiled, “Actually yes I do.”
The woman laughed at him and walked closer, “I'm guessing that I don’t need to explain what those things were.’
“No I'm all too aware what vampires are. That was good work by the way, they still need a little practice but I'm sure you have it under control.” His face scrunched up, “I'm guessing the floating stake was you.’
“Yeah, took years to refine that skill… how do you know about vampires?”
“Been hunting vampires and vengeful spirits for years, it’s my life. What about you?”
She shrugged, “My best friend is a vampire slayer, I used to hunt, sorta; but now I mostly train other slayers.”
John nodded and held his hand out, “My name is John, John Winchester, and do I get the honor of knowing your name?”
Willow blushed and took his hand, ‘Willow Rosenberg.”
John froze as he remembered the stories of the witch from Sunnydale; he knew she had been stopped, just not how. He looked at the small woman standing in front of him and wondered about what happened. “Beautiful name miss, so can I have the pleasure of taking you to get a coffee.” If he was younger he would he flirting, but at his age he had nothing to offer her but a hard life of revenge over his wife. Even if he was younger he could not betray her memory like that. John knew he was a lonely man; he had spent the last twenty years alone. Twenty years without anyone for company, but his memories of Mary kept him going. There were nights when he thought about what life would be like if he just moved on, kept her in his memory, but he wouldn’t dwell over that tonight, when he just asked another woman out, and she kindly accepted, letting a blush fall over her features once again.
John put his hand on her back and led her to his room and started the small coffee maker. All the while she stood by the bed, looking at him start the machine. He pulled the two plastic cups out and rinsed them off.
‘So how do you like you coffee?’ He asked pulling out the little packets of cream and sugar.
“Black is fine.”
After the coffee was done he poured the two cups and handed one to Willow. John gestured for her to sit down in the chair, while he sat on the bed. ‘I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?”
She smiled at him and shook her head, “No you’re not, its just I’m in here with you, and I don’t know why.”
“I figured we would talk, and maybe share information. I know what the slayers are here for, and I know that your council has all those books locked up, things that I would love to get my hands on.”
“So, that’s it?” She asked taking a sip of her drink.
John laughed a little, “I'm a complete gentleman, and you’re younger than my son. Were you expecting something else?” He raised his eyebrow, causing her to blush once more.
“No, I… I figured we would talk, its just I wanted to make sure there weren’t any other thoughts in your head about what was going to happen.”
For a second John did not know how to answer, she was a sweet girl from what he could tell and being a man, he couldn’t truthfully say that the thought hadn’t crossed his mind, he just didn’t intend on acting out the thoughts. “Do you blush a lot?” It wasn’t what he intended to say but it came out nonetheless.
Her smile grew, “It happens, I'm a very expressive person. So what is it that you need information on?”
“Changing the subject is good; I probably shouldn’t have asked you that anyway. But I need information on a demon.”
Willow nodded, “What demon is it?”
“I don’t exactly have a name, but I have a M.O.” John then started to tell Willow about what happened to his family over twenty years ago. As he told his story, he noticed that she was an expressive person, her emotions were clearly written on her face, and he wondered just how she made it all these years still carrying that air of innocence on her. He knew from other hunters about some of the things that went down in Sunnydale, and about when she turned evil, but he never expected her to be the person in front of him, maybe they had got the story wrong, or maybe she was a great actress. John chose not to dwell on it, and finished his story, giving her the details of how the demon worked, and the way he carried out his plans.
Willow listened carefully, filing the information away for late, “Well I can’t do anything for you now, but I can make a call to the office in London tomorrow. I can have people working on it for you. Are you going to stay here tomorrow?”
“No, I’ve got to get on the road; I’m supposed to meet with a friend of mine tomorrow afternoon.”
Willow rose from her chair and handed him the empty cup, “I guess I should be going then, I’m supposed to be heading out tomorrow myself. I have a cell phone that you can call.” She picked up a pen on the bedside table and wrote her number down and handed it to him, then John wrote down his number for her as well. She walked over to the door, with him following and stood by it for a second, “I do hope we will see each other again, we’re kindred spirits, you and I.”
John knew his face must have shown shock, because she put her hand on his arm in a comforting manner, “Someone I cared deeply about was killed in front of me… I didn’t stop until I got revenge, but then I found that revenge was hollow. Even after I killed the man responsible nothing changed, she was still dead, and I was still empty. I will help you, not because of revenge, but because this demon needs to be stopped before he kills again.”
“That was the reason you went off… I mean I’ve head the stories, about what happened in Sunnydale.”
Willow pulled her hand back, “Wow, stories really do travel huh?”
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I'm just curious. You don’t seem like an evil witch to me.”
She let out a small laugh, “No, I'm not the wicked witch; I had a momentary lapse in judgment. But to answer your question, yes that was the reason I went evil. Now I’ve learned to let go, that even though she is gone I can live. You cant hold on to dead things no matter how much you might love them, it just makes you dead, because you aren’t living your life the way it should be. I still love Tara, no one will ever take her place in my heart, but I know she wouldn’t want me to live my life alone. Do you think Mary would be happy that you’ve spent the last twenty years alone? Or would she rather you have moved on and found some happiness?”
John couldn’t help the anger that swelled inside of him; he wasn’t going to let this girl take away the only thing that kept him going all these years. He couldn’t rest until the demon was killed. “Get out.” John knew better than to use violence but he did grab her arm and push her through the door, slamming it in her face. He watched through the window as she walked to her room, glancing back at him with sad eyes. John went and sat down on his bed thinking about what she had said. Mary was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met in his life; she was sweet and kind and always took extra care when it came to him. She was his life, and after she was killed he had no one, he kept going in her memory, and to take care of their sons. His life now, even if he killed the demon was about hunts and saving lives, he had no room for someone else.
John rose from his bed and walked out of the door, shutting it hard. He walked to Willows door intending on telling her that she was wrong, that Mary deserved for him to stay true to her memory. She answered the door, holding a towel around herself, looking at him with those expressive eyes.
“It’s not betraying her memory to move on, as long as you keep her in your heart.”
John listened to Willows words, wondering if somehow she had read his mind. John walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He stepped close, pulling her to him and kissed her. He didn’t expect for her to kiss him back, or to wrap her arms around him, dropping the towel to the floor. John didn’t expect a lot of things to happen that night, but as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, he was glad things did happen.