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Edit : I correct the mistakes I found (I almost cry when I read it a few days ago, it's so baaaad), but it's probably not perfect, so if you see more errors, tell me !


Disobedience

« No. » The answer cracked like a whip. Hard and sharp. It let no room for discussion.

John felt his eyes widen in astonishment. Never had this happened before. He never expected to face this situation one day. Never.

For the first time, since that sad night, Dean had said 'no' to one of his father's orders. For the first time since they had begun the hunt, Dean had refused to obey his father.

Incredulous, John could only stare at his fifteen-year-old son contesting his order. A direct order. And if there was one thing that John did not tolerate, it was challenging his authority. Once the astonishment past, an indescribable anger overwhelmed him. Who was he to question one of his command ? Who did he think he was ?

« Oh yes, Dean. He will do it, and you don't have a say, » he inveighed.

Dean didn't flinch.

« And I say no, » was the calm answer of the teenager.

A (very small and well buried) part of John was proud to see the determination his elder displayed. But all the rest was just fury and anger. He moved towards to his son, the step heavy and threatenning.

Dean didn't move. He kept standing ; tall and the back straight, his head high and the look sturdy. His father kept moving forward and as much Dean didn't fear to face a werewolf or a vampire, confronting his father was another challenge in itself. But he wasn't going to back down. Never. Dean could tolerate many things, but this, what his father asked- no, demanded, there was no way he could accept it.

John was now so close that he could feel his breath on his skin, and Dean's fear were confirmed : his father was drunk. Unfortunately, he also knew that it wasn't the drink which drove him to choose this plan. Whether he was drunk or not, he would have done it anyway.

« Who do you think you are to decide for me ? We'll do it like I say, whether you like it or not ! I am the one who take the decisions, so I suggest you swiftly shut up and prepare our bags before I lose my nerves, » he spitted.

« You can yell as much as you want, you can threaten me, my answer will always be no. I'm ready to do anything to stop you, absolutely anything. » Dean responded to his father.

« You think you're good enough to hope to fight against me ? You're only a brat ! You are weak, Dean , desperately weak. Don't overestimate yourself, kid. You are worthless ! »

« Whose fault is that ? Who's my 'instructor' ? If I am weak, then you're weak too. You drink to escape reality, and the fact is that, the one who is weak, here, it's you. You are the one who couldn't save Mom, the one who has been looking for eleven years for the murderer of his wife and who didn't get any clue after all this time ! The one who needs his children to hunt because you are too pissed to do it alone. So, tell me, which one of us is the more pathetic ? » Dean retorted.

John frowned, and his mouth became distorted in a rage rictus. He was sick of it ! Too bad for him, if Dean refused to listen then he'd act himslef. He made one more step and he grabbed him by the collar with such a strengh that he lifted him up a few inches into the air. Dean grasped his father's wrists and tried to clear himself of his hold. Without success. He winced in pain feeling the hand cutting off his breathing. Suddenly, he felt himself flying in the air before he ended up savagely against a piece of furniture. The corner of the table hurt his back and a whining escaped from him.

« Dean ! » shouted a childish voice.

Dean opened his eyes and saw, above him, his little brother's worried figure.

« It's okay Sammy, I'm fine. » he breathed out. It was a lie, of course. It wasn't like if he had just burst his back on a fucking table ! He stood back up, gritting his teeth. He didn't miss him, that old man !

Sam wasn't fooled in by his supposed good health, and while he had an irresistible desire to tell the deepest of his thought to his genitor, he knew that the priority at this moment was his brother. Then when his little brother turned away from him to get a first aid kit, a hard hand violently grabbed his arm.

« You, you are not going anywhere, you have a job to do ! And, trust me, you're going to do it ! » John retorted pulling his younger son after him.

No matter how much Sam wriggled and twisted himself in all directions, the grasps his father had on his arm was adamant. He began slowly but surely to panic. Then, suddenly, his arm was released ans less than a second later, he was safe, behind the protective and heartwarming figure of his brother.

Dean, seeing his father involving Sam, stood up, and, ignoring the dizziness which had assaulted him, he rushed to his father. With a wave of a cutting edge well positioned, he broke the grasp of the former navy and he immediately pulled Sam safe behind him.

« If you want to take Sammy, you will have to take him over my dead body, and trust me, I wouldn't hesitate to fight against you if I have to, » he assured with determination. Dean meant what he had just said ; he was ready to do anything for his brother, even confronting his father. And even if he was injuried and he suffered (althought he would never admit it), he wouldn't let anything happen to Sam.

« I'm just obeying your orders : I am protecting Sammy. I have always done it, and I always will. And right now, I'm protecting him from you. » He paused, a bit breathless. Damn table.

« So if you still want to have a bait to tempt the werewolf with, find someone else, because Sammy is out of question, » he finished furiously.

For a few minutes, nobody moved. Sam, still hidden behind his brother, was holding his breath. He was scared to death : never before Dean and his father had argued like this. It was the first time, and somehow Sam hoped it would be the last. It was really freaking him out. But, on the other side, he was happy to see Dean ready to fight against their father, John, the ex-navy with a fiery personality and short temper, for him, Sammy. A sweet warmth spread across his chest and Sam relished the love passed by Dean with this gesture. He felt his own affection for his brother rose (if it was possible) and his father's lowered drastically.

Sam came back to reality when he heard the front door slam with such a strengh that he thought that the seals had popped. His father had just left, looking quite irritated. He heard Dean breathe in relief. He turned to him, and Sam felt as if his eyes were passing him under x-rays.

« I'm fine Dean. » he tried to reassure him.

Dean didn't respond.

He took Sam's arm and rolled up his sleeve. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed to form one single white line. Curious, the eleven-year-old boy dropped his eyes to know what could made his brother so angry. His gaze fixed upon his arm, on which was already forming a purple bruise-like hand. The anger that Sam saw in his elder's eyes was enough to make him understand that he was far from done with John.

Abruptly, two powerful arms snaked around him and pushed him against a warm chest. Incredulous (Dean was not the effusive kind), Sam took time to send back the embrace. Dean clutched at him with all his strengh, to the point that Sam thought he was going to choke, but he said nothing and enjoyed being able to hug his brother.

« Don't worry, Sammy, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise, » Dean whispered quietly, the voice full of conviction.

And Sam believed him. So he melted into the hug and let himself be lulled by Dean's heartbeats. As long as they were together, they could face anything. Nothing else mattered. Nothing, except them.


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