Jonathon| "Family Doesn't Mean Blood"
"Da-ad..." Jonny said, backing away slowly from the figures that had simply appeared in front of the television, interrupting his video game. He dropped the controller on the floor, watching the strangers while they approached him.
Just get them inside the devils trap. Just get them over the rug...
He smirked once they had, grinning and folding his arms. "Dumbasses," he spat.
"What did you say?" The woman, the apparent leader of the strangers, said, head cocked.
"Well, you're stuck now," he giggled, hopping up on the couch and snatching up the bowl of M&Ms from the end table. "Stupid demons, always walking into devil's traps."
The woman took a pointed step forward, off the rug.
The bowl clattered to the floor. "DADDY!" He ran past her, bolting toward his room. "DADDY, HELP!"
He screamed when arms wrapped around his waist, lifting him off the ground and pressing him against the wall.
"Where is your father, bastard? Where is the traitor?" The woman demanded, pressing him against the wall, eyes cold and flat. Jonny squirmed and fought against her grip, grunting when she pressed too hard.
"LET ME GO!" He bellowed. "DADDY!"
"Jonny?!" Sam appeared at the end of the hall, having heard his son from the garage. His jaw flexed, going for the angel blade in his jacket. "Get away from him, now, before this gets uglier than he has to."
"Tell us where the traitor is or I'll snap your bastard's neck," she growled.
"Daddy..." Jonny whimpered.
"Okay, okay!" Sam exclaimed, smiling to reassure his child and slowly lowering the blade to the floor. "It's okay, buddy. It's alright. I'm gonna fix this, okay?"
"WHERE?" The woman screamed, holding Jonathon by the back of his neck.
"He's not here!" Sam exclaimed. "He's not here, just-just let my kid go, please. He didn't do anything, he doesn't-"
"When will he be back?" She snarled.
"Ruth, Ruth, Ruth." Everyone turned, revealing Gabriel at the other end of the hallway. "Always so aggressive."
"I knew you'd come eventually," she grinned, still holding the trembling child.
"And here I am. Now drop the kid before I get angry," he warned, smirking.
Jonathon gasped when his feet hit the floor, backing against the opposite wall and sliding closer to Sam, who held out his arms, waiting for him.
"Why don't we take this outside?" Gabriel offered, seeing the fear in his son's eyes.
"No."
The fighting started immediately. Sam tucked Jonny into the coat closet, carefully placing his hands over his ears, smiling. "Don't stop singing until I come back, okay?" The child nodded and his father disappeared.
Jonny closed his eyes, singing the last song he'd heard his more angelic father humming in the car before lunch today, singing as loud as he could. "Uptown girl, she's been living in her uptown world..."
~*~
No one was winning, or losing at this point. Just constant fighting, charred remains of a few of their wings on the walls. Even still, five against two wasn't the best of odds.
Sam was bruised, aching, arm raised and ready to plunge his sword into the angel in front of him's chest-
Then everything went white. And when it all cleared Sam was in the hall alone.
He gasped for a moment, confused. "Jonny?"
The child had crawled from the closet, a sigil painted onto the wall and a cut on his little arm. He leaned beside it, crying, sniffling, still singing. "She's my uptown girl, you know I'm in love with an uptown girl..."
"Jonny," Sam said softly, gently turning his face. The child sniffed again, looking at him.
"I-I didn't know what else to do. I-I got scared. I didn't mean to send Dad away, I'm sorry," he cried.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay. You did good, really good, okay? Shh..." Sam soothed, gathering him in his arms. "Let's get this cut fixed up, okay?"
~*~
Gabriel popped back into the room, sighing, seeing how late it was while he stood in the kitchen. He made his way down the hall, looking into Jonathon's room. He was sitting in his bed, knees in his chest, sniffling.
"Hey, bud," he smiled. His eyes flicked up to his father, tears instantly welling in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I couldn't think of anything else-"
"Shh... Hey," he whispered, sitting beside him and pulling him into his lap. "Hush now, look at me." He thumbed tears off his cheeks, kissing his forehead. "You were so brave, so strong, buddy. Thank you. We can handle this better now, plan for it, and get your precious self out of the way too. Thank you, Jonny."
He rocked him gently, smoothing his hair. "It's alright, baby. Just sleep. My brave boy..." He shut his eyes. "So like your dad."