ULTAMATUM
Growing up had been rough for Sam. Always on the move with his father and brother did he realize that his dream was to be in school. Unlike his upbringing, he wanted to go to Stanford, be something in this world than another dead-end man. Dean on the other hand loved the hunt, and as they got older he grew more and more dangerous to not just himself but to Sam. That was one of the reasons why Sam applied for Stanford and was accepted. It was his way out from this miserable existence of life.
He walked into the kitchen where his father and brother sat, the hotel room somewhat from another era. Sam had finally made up his mind, he was leaving. He had to be something otherwise he would be his father in twenty years and the thought was just unjust. It was now or never, he had to do this, had to be something in his horrid life.
"Dad, I need to talk to you." He said and took a seat next to Dean, who was apparently looking at a playboy magazine. Sam rolled his eyes, his brother would never change.
"What is it Sam? I have to leave soon, there was possible poltergeist activity in the next town." His father said.
Sam rolled his eyes, that would never change either. Why was it when he needed to talk, he never had time? What was wrong with him that his father wanted nothing to do with him?
"I want to go to Stanford dad. I got in; this is what I want to do."
Dean set the magazine down and looked at his brother bewildered, but the look in John's eyes was meant to kill. He was furious; better yet he was displeased with his youngest son.
"What do you mean you want to go to school? Your life is here with us Sam, we need you. What would your mother think if we let you go off to god knows where!"
Sam slammed his fists on the table, his anger about boiling point. "What gives you the right to tell me what to do? All my life it's been hotel rooms and fast food. I want a life dad, not all this crap!"
"You are such a disgrace Sam. I thought you would finally come to terms with what we do, but no, you're still a spoiled kid that knows nothing of loyalty!"
Dean pulled Sam's chair back and Dean stepped in between his father and brother. "Come on dad, you and I can work together, Sam can have some time to himself. Let him go, please?" he said.
"No Dean, I am keeping you boys with me, we need to find your mother's killer and I'm not about to let Sam go traipsing off to be some schoolboy!"
Sam gritted his teeth, how many times he wanted to yell at his father. Tell him that he had been wrong bringing them up on the road. But like always he had given in, giving up everything he'd ever wanted.
"Fine dad, I'll give up everything I ever wanted, you win." He turned on his heel, before saying this last part just to get to his father, "You are a rotten son of a bitch and I'm never going to forgive you." And left the kitchen, leaving Dean and his father gapping after him.