Title: Hidden
Warning: Swearing
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Kripke owns Supernatural and Ridley C. James owns Brotherhood AU (Caleb)
Timeline: Dean first birthday after Sam came back from Stanford.

First Supernatural/Brotherhood fic, please be nice.

:1: Hidden Anger :1:

They were at it again, the same bickering and the very verbal fighting over and over again. Dean sighed with his back leaned against the wall standing between his father and brother who were in front of him sitting at each side of the table.

"I'M THE KNIGHT, THE SENIOR HUNTER AND YOUR FATHER! WE'RE DOING THIS MY WAY AND THAT'S FINAL!" dad has rose from the chair and was slamming his fist down at the table. These were the famous line his dad fed them, whenever he decided that the conversation –fight– was finished. However, Sammy was never known to follow John's orders blindly, and he mimicked dad's motions.

"BUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS WRONG! WHAT IF IT DOESN'T WORK? IT COULD GET US KILLED!" Of course, Sammy never failed to let go or accept anything dad said. When they didn't talk it was the silence before a storm, and when they talk was when the storm was raging. Each time Dean would be caught in the storm and none of them cared. They just ignored him as if he has blended together with the air.

"YOU THINK I WOULD DO THAT! I LIVE TO PROTECT YOU!" Dean knew and understood that everything their dad did, he has their best in his thought. Even though many of his actions has caused them to toy with death more than once. Still he didn't blame him. Sam didn't know the John before the fire. He was the best dad and a hero. Now he was still a hero, but he weren't the best dad longer who only has his family in mind and not hunting. It was enough for Dean; his dad did the best he could.

Sammy, of course, either didn't know or didn't want to understand. All he knew was how to point out every single mistake their dad made. "DAD! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU NOT LISTENED TO ME AND GOTTEN US, ALL OF US IN SERIOUS TROUBLE? ME, DEAN AND CALEB HAS TOYED WITH DEATH MORE THAN ONCE BECAUSE YOU WON'T ACCEPT ANY OTHER EXPLANATIONS OTHER THAN THE ONCE YOU HAVE THOUGHT OUT YOURSELF!

Both of them were breathing heavily, trying to reign their anger. However, both were on their limit and the last time that happened Sam was banned from their life. This time Sammy wasn't going to run away and if he didn't dad would punish him in another way. He had that look. The last look he always gave his enemies. Not once had their dad hit them, smack them on the butt yes, but never landed a hit on their face. On Dean yes, but never with Sam, but there was a first time for everything and dad was about to make the first time.

"Stop it! Both of you!" The last thing he wanted was to have them lash at each other. They are a family for God's sake!

"SHUT UP, DEAN!" His dad barked without even looking at him.

"Dean, please you can't let him do this!" Sam pleaded but didn't give him a look.

"DON'T YOU TOO UNDERSTAND! NO MORE PROTESTING! IT'S AN ORDER!"

"Oh everything is an order to you!" Sam mumbled and dad obviously caught that because he was making his way towards him and Dean did the only thing he could do, which was stepping in between them.

"OH GOD, BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Dean hissed loud enough for them to stop and finally turn their attention to him. He could feel his own anger rose while he was trying suppressed it like he did every time the two were engaged in a fight. However, this time he really let out the steam. "DON'T YOU SEE WHAT THIS STUPID SHIT IS DOING TO YOU? WE'RE FAMILY! WHY LET SOME STUPID DEMON FUCK IT UP?" Dean heaved a sigh after the outburst, but he wasn't finished and his father's respond didn't help.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW, DEAN? THE STUPID DEMON GOT YOUR MOTHER KILLED! WHICH IS WHY WE ARE IN THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE! NOW THIS IS OVER, WE'RE DOING THIS MY WAY!" Sam of course was shock at his brother's outburst, but that didn't stop him from fighting back dad like he always did.

"SAMMY LET IT GO!" Dean snapped, probably one of the first times he did, but right now he couldn't hold back even if he wanted. "THIS IS TAKING US NOWHERE! YOU AND SAM HAVE GONE AT IT SINCE LAST NIGHT! IF YOU GUYS CONTINUE TO DO THIS, YOU WON'T BE READY FOR IT AND YOU TWO WOULD GET HURT!"

"WE WON'T GET HURT IF YOU GUYS LISTEN TO ME!"

"Not going to happen, we always listen to you dad, don't stop us from getting hurt." It was mostly Dean and not to forgot how many times he nearly died, Sam finished his statement in silence.

"That's why we need to find a common ground." Dean cut in before his father would shout again. God, if he wasn't tired of all the shouting. Then BANG! Dean found himself stumbling out of balance as his cheek started to sting. Slowly straightening himself, his hand found its way to the burning place.

"Dean!" Dean raised his hand to stop his brother and turned to his father.

"Dad, I know you have your pride, and believe I respect you more than anyone. However, can't you understand that we are not trying to make you feel bad or something whenever we voice our opinions?-"

"Dean, we have been spoiling too much time. If we don't move the demon…" He didn't let Sam finish. Both his brother and dad could so damn selfish.

"You know what I want Sammy? I want us to be a family, of course, family fights sometimes but the two of you keep it up 24/7." Sam's mouth opened to protest, but Dean stopped him. "Don't you even dare deny it! Dad uses his fucking position and order us for every little thing yes, but you aren't better Sammy. You know that he is doing the best he can. You are fucking fighting over anything and everything!"

Dean paused as he studied his father and brother. Sammy was looking down at his own feet, while dad was wearing his usually expressionless face.

"Dean, I get what you are trying to tell but if we don't hurry…" Sam gave him his pleaded puppy look. The one look that made him does anything for his brother. He didn't seem to be affected this time. All the emotions building up over the years were finding their way out and he could do nothing to stop them.

"Don't think you are the only one who have lost someone, Sam! I know Jessica's death affected you, but don't you forget that mom died because of that stupid sonofabitch! I lost mom when I was four Sammy, and I might as well have lost my dad too." Dean added softly and didn't look at his father. It was true. The kind, gentle dad he knew before his mother died disappeared with her. He became the John Winchester today. The Brotherhood's current Knight and a person too obsessed with hunting the demon to care what happened to his family.

"Dean…" His dad finally opened his mouth after the hit and he really didn't know how much pain he has caused his firstborn.

"Stop it dad, keeping you and Sammy alive is more worth than seeking this stupid revenge. Sam, you don't really have a right to criticize dad. I understand that you wanted a normal life, but would it hurt you so damn much to answer a phone call. You didn't trust us or me enough to know that I wouldn't have force you to come back. If nothing happened to Jessica, you wouldn't even be here. The two of you are fighting more now than before you went to Stanford."

Damn this is the absolute worst chick-flick moment he hated, but the words were rolling out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Dean, I'm sorry," Both Sammy and his dad was watching him with a sad expression. He didn't mean to make them feel bad. All he wanted was for them to stop, especially today.

"You're not, Sam. You don't regret going to Stanford. Though I for sure hoped you go against dad's order, when he banned you. You didn't. Out of all the orders he has given you, you chose that order to fulfill." Voicing the truth hurt more than he thought. It was the only thing bothering him ever since Sam left. That probably bothered him even more than not getting any replies from his brother.

"I don't even know why you are so against dad. He has given you more attention; I have ever gotten, other than training me and telling me to protect you. During a hunt his attention would be on you, to keep you safe." He swallowed a sob. He didn't want to show them how hurt he was, didn't really know how much it affected him.

"You know what? I don't care anymore." I can't take it anymore… "I'll stop playing Switzerland. I don't know what was worse, both of you dragging me to each side or being ignore when the two of you are having an episode." It was like asking me to divide in half… "You are so caught up in getting revenge that you aren't afraid to lose the rest of the family." You guys are losing me or I'm losing myself. Dean finally turned away from them and made his way to the front door. "You two probably wouldn't care or notice if I disappeared." He muttered to himself as he closed the door behind him.

/HIDDEN/

"Hello?" Dean answered the phone after the first ring. He knew Caleb would have called him sooner or later. Even if he didn't he would be the one calling to cancel the planned they have made.

"Deuce, what he hell? Your feelings are off the chart man. I can feel your emotions and I'm miles away from you."He heard Caleb babbled on, somehow he knew the psychic would know, so much for privacy.

"It's nothing." This wasn't something he wanted to talk about now. He just wanted to get wasted and forget everything.

"Damn Deuce! You know that this isn't nothing! Now spill or I'll just call Sammy."

"Calling Sammy won't do no good, he probably wouldn't answer."

"What the heck happened? You are going to tell me one way or another I'll be there in two hours!" Dean let out a deep and tired sigh.

"You don't need to come, Damien. We won't be meeting at Jim's anyway."

"How is that possible? John should know it is your birthday and that should mean no hunting." He chuckled but it was hollow.

"Should being the keyword here, dude."

"SHIT! No way, John couldn't have… Sam would-"

"What do you expect? Dad would forget everything when hunting and Sam would if he wasn't too busy fighting with dad about the new gig we found yesterday." This was so fucking not his day, even when it technically was. Then he added with a soft voice, still trying to keep his emotions at bay. "Would you forget if Mac was in trouble or you had another things to take care of…"

"Heck no! We wouldn't be able to celebrate maybe, but I would never forget, Deuce. Hell, what are they thinking?"

"I think they remembered until yesterday. They have been at it long before I woke up, tried to get at each other's throat."

"What would be so important that they would forget your birthday- Oh no, the demon."

"Bingo… the gig involved the demon and you know the deal."

"I'm there in less than one hour." Dean raised a brow.

"Dude, I thought you said two."

"I'm speeding up, don't worry about it I'll throw some sense into them."

"I- I hurt them, Damien." Damn, he couldn't help sounding so pathetic.

"I'm sure whatever you did, they deserved it."

"No, I yelled at them shouted. Many hurtful things." He never shouted at Sam out of anger and didn't question his dad ever either.

"You did what?" Caleb sounded surprised, of course he would be. "What did you say?"

"A lot… mom, Jessica, Stanford, the demon, how Sam seems to be Dad's favorite, me being Switzerland… and unwanted."

"Woah, woah, stop right there, Deuce. You are NOT unwanted. They care about you and Johnny boy doesn't play favorite. It was probably about time you blow up. Keeping stuff to yourself isn't healthy. They just needed a little push to get back in the game, and you gave them the push."

"But-"

"No but, Deuce. They love you. Jim, Mac, Bobby and… I, we love you. You're not unwanted. I swear if this conversation leaks out, I'll kick your butt." Dean chuckled. He felt a lot better after talking to Caleb, even though they both hated chick-flick moments. Still he has needed to be assured of what he meant to people.

"The statement is mutual, Damian. I think I'll do a better job kicking your butt though." He found his lips smirking, and Caleb was relieved

"You wish, Deuce. Just wait till I tell Jim and the others. I'll drag John and Sam with us back to Jim's farm so just stay put. I have some pranks planned out and they would be the perfect target."

"They wouldn't come…"

"Don't be so sure about that, we are family. You are much more important than some gig involving that bastard of a demon."

"We are family." Dean muttered.

"Damn right, where are you? I just came into town now."

"Inside the Impala, outside the motel. I never left." Dean felt some of the night's tension leaving him as he listened to his friend talk, and was surprised to see that over an hour had passed since Caleb has called.

"Last swing, found you. Now let's get moving." He saw Caleb pulled in, in his Jeep. Hanging up, he left the Impala.

That was right. They were family and Dean would always forgive them, no matter what they did wrong or if they let him down.

He would just have to put fate in his family.

Sorry if I got some of the infos wrong, still not to familiar with Supernatural yet..

Please review so I can get better.