Summary: The only time Dean Stands up to his father.

Rated: T (for slight language)

Accepting reviews: Yes

Based on a real life event

The boys are ages 13 and 16 in this story (I'm not sure how far they are apart, so I'm just making them my ages)

This is very AU (the boy's mother has already died in this story, I'm not sure when she dies in the series), so anything that's inconsistent with the show, it's because it's AU. Peachy?

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"Dean!" John growled. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in an hour and you're twenty-five minutes late for your curfew – and you had to go and drag your brother with you! What the hell did you think you were doing?"

Dean grabbed his coat and tossed it in the pile. His father hadn't done the laundry in a week, and he was upset. "Well, Dad, I'm sorry you forgot what day it was today," he said sarcastically.

"What's so special about today?" he asked when he noticed Sam was holding a small cake. "What's that for? You know I don't like you boys having junk food in the house."

"You don't remember what today is, Dad?" Dean asked in a small voice. He looked hurt. Very, very hurt. He shook his head. "Sometimes I can't believe you – you're too wrapped up in that damn liquor you drink – and I'm sure you can't remember what last week was until I smacked you over the head with it!"

"What was last week?" John asked, scratching his head. He had no idea what Dean was talking about or why he was so upset.

"Last week was the anniversary of Mom's death," Dean said quietly, looking at the ground. Sam placed the cake on the counter.

"Oh, Jesus Christ…" John swore, "Oh, my Lord… how did I ever forget this?" he said. He kicked the door and grabbed Dean by the shoulders, shoving him into the wall. "Why didn't you remind me!"

"Hey, hey!" Sam said. "Think what you're doing, Dad!" he said franticly.

"Go to your room," John said. "Now."

"No," Sam said, looking defiantly at his father. He wasn't going to back down if Dean wasn't, but Dean just said the same thing as his father.

"Go to your room," he ordered. "Now."

Sam was clearly upset. "But dad," he started to say. Dean interrupted him quickly, he didn't want anything to mess up what was probably about to happen. His shoulders were still sore from where his father had shoved him into the wall.

"Go!" Dean said. "Quick…" suddenly, his father grabbed him and shoved him on the floor, wrapping his arms tightly around Dean's neck.

Sam screamed and ran to his room, praying that his brother would be alright. He knew his father was far from perfect, but he hadn't really known he could get this bad.

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"Don't you realize what today is?" Dean spat, trying to grapple for control before his father broke his neck. "Oh, I'm sorry, you don't. You're so drunk over your wife's death that you can't even remember that you have two children she birthed that you have to take care of!"

"You take that back right now or I'll snap your neck!" John snapped. Dean just growled and flipped on his back, so his father changed tactics and painfully pulled his arm behind his back.

"Let me go," Dean pleaded. "Please just let me go…"

"That's not gonna happen until you tell me what's so important!" John cried.

"You really wanna know?" Dean said. "Read the cake, Dad – read the damn cake!"

"Fine," John said, shoving Dean into the wall, and read the cake.

Happy Birthday, John was what the cake read.

John paled. "Oh, God Dean – I'm sorry – I'm so sorry…"

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