Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, Dean would be ended with me. HOHOHO. *slapped*

I wrote this right after I watched "Jump the Shark". And Dean makes me so sad, I couldn't take it and so.. I wrote bout his feeling. Sorry about my grammar. My english is not good, but I work on it. And, oh, this is my first English fic on Supernatural. Enjoy!

Damn You, John Winchester

You never said you love me. You never said, "I'm proud of you, son."

No.

You taught me how to hunt all the bad damn things outta there—those sons of bitch. You taught me how to shoot, kill, murder, fight, cheat, make fake IDs and credit cards, and everything—everything that could save my life.

But, no. You never said that you were proud of me.

I did everything for you. I accompanied you, everytime you went to hunt—abandoned my own life. I protected your head more than mine. I obeyed your commands with all my soul. Not even once, I became a disobedient son.

Not like Sammy—who always wanted a normal life and abandoned this family. I accepted my life as a Winchester—as your son—and followed you all the time.

But then you vanished, disappeared. Without any sign or letter for me.

Damn you.

And after we finally met, you sacrified your life for me. Did you think I'm happy with that? With a life from that damn Yellow-Eyed-Demon?!? I still can't believe you made that deal. What the hell did you think?!

Why did you make such a freakin' decision? Your lovely son was Sammy, wasn't he? Although both of you were fighting againsts each other everytime more than I could remember, I still could say that deep down, you loved him more than everything. Then why did you save my life?!

I worshipped you; I dressed like you; I acted like you; I listen to the same music. But Sammy were more like you than I will ever be. You two were practically the same person.

But you didn't even say to us about your son. Your youngest damn son. That son of a bitch, Adam, huh?

Why'd you never say anything about him?

Damn it! You took him to a baseball game!

You took me to kill vampires. And with him you went to a freakin' baseball game. Urgh.

Okay, okay, I get it.

You lied to him, never said anything about your true identity, got him away from a cursed life as a hunter. All you've done, was just for your selfish wish to have a normal kid, wasn't it? For protecting him.

I—I don't know. I thought you loved Sammy the most. But the fact is… you loved that Adam-kid more.

I was jealous. Yeah, I admitted it, I was jealous to the damn kid. I didn't understand why'd he so special—why'd you act like you were a normal mechanic?? For eveything's shake, you took him to a baseball game!

But now I know. You didn't have a choice with me and Sammy—we were cursed. But with Adam, you did—he's still got a chance. He doesn't have to be cursed.

But, oh, you know what? Your son, your youngest son, that freaky kid? He's dead. He was killed by ghouls whom you're letting go. You failed to kill them and now they killed your son.

Are you happy now, Dad? Hah?

FIN

Well, review?? ;)