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Sam sighed as he opened the door to their motel room, they had been in this same, sleepy town for almost three weeks, and why? Because John had said that he was supposedly coming to this town to see Sam and Dean but so far no trace of their father what-so-ever. Sam wanted to leave he wanted to move on, but Dean kept complaining that John would come. Dean was being the stubborn one, Sam knew that Dean really just wanted to see John again.
Looking all over America for their father was hard work, especially when he's way too good at being subtle and untraceable.
Sam jumped and quickly armed himself with his knife that he always kept handy as he saw a shadowy guy in the room and Dean was fast asleep in his bed. Sam approached the man slowly, making no sound at all, the man's back was turned. Though when he was near enough to the man, the man attacked bringing Sam to the ground; easily disarming Sam.
"Sam, I thought I taught you better then that" A voice Sam could easily enough recognise.
"Dad?" Sam asked slowly, the man climbed off of Sam. The moonlight reflecting on the man's face, showing that it was really John. "You finally came, Dean and I have been waiting for a long time" Sam said, a tiny bit over excited.
"Sam keep your voice down, will you" Sam raised an eye brow when John said this, it almost sounded that he wanted Dean to stay asleep.
"Why?" Sam asked, turning slightly to look at Dean, who was peacefully sleeping, though all the blankets were messed up and was hardly covering Dean to keep him warm (I'm sorry but he is wearing clothes)
"I don't want to wake your brother" John answered simply, Sam's suspicions were correct.
"But I thought you wanted to talk to us"
"No, I wanted to talk to you" John said, sitting down on one of the chairs at the table. Sam was confused since when did John just want to talk to him, though Sam reluctantly sat down as well.
"Well, what's up dad?" Sam asked, yet again casting another glance to Dean. John leaned back slightly yet, his glance didn't move from Sam.
"I want you to stop looking for me" John said, simply enough.
"But why? Dean would never go for it" Sam replied, wondering where the hell John was going with this.
"That's exactly why, I came now. Sam, I don't want you boys to get hurt. I received your message that time when Dean nearly died, and the other one that he sent me warning about you. I realise it's too dangerous for you now, there's more stronger, angrier demons and spirits and I refuse to get you kids hurt because of me"
"Dad, that's not your choice, I might be able to stop sure. But what about Dean, Dad, hunting is in his blood. It was something he was born to do, you can't stop him" Sam reasoned to John.
"No, I know that. But Sam, you can, Dean will-" Sam cut him off.
"No way, your not going to use me, just to convince that Dean can't go hunting any more. It's not fair to Dean, he's had to put up with us and now you want to do this to him. No, I wont let you do that" Sam said, raising his voice slightly.
"Sam, keep it down. I know that Dean has been through a lot, and I cant let him get himself hurt over fighting the demons. There're getting stronger!"
"Why don't you just order to stop hunting, he listens to you when you order him around like a solder" Sam retorted, rolling his eyes at his father.
"Don't take that tone with me Sam"
"Dad? Sam? What the hell are you guys arguing about this time, can't leave you to alone together can I?" Dean said, rubbing his eyes, sitting up. John half stood and half stumbled.
"Dean" John said quickly.
"About time you got here" Dean said with a half hearted smile. John wasn't expecting this to happen, but he knew that nothing usually went he's way. Sam was switching gazes between Dean and John, Dean had no idea of what they had been talking about, he only heard their voices yet again growing loud and angry.
"Dean, your awake" Dean started looking between his too family members, then just stared at Sam silently trying to get him to tell Dean what had happened. Though Sam didn't say anything, he wasn't the one that wanted to get Dean to stop hunting after all.
"What's going on?" Dean asked, unsure he wanted to even know.
"Yeah Dad, why don't you tell him what you were telling me?" Sam said, his eyes unflinching as he noticed the anger in his father's eyes.
"Alright" John turned to look directly at Dean. "I want you to stop hunting" Dean almost choked on air.
"What are you talking about?"
"Exactly that. Stop hunting, for your own good"
"No" Dean said, making sure John heard.
"That's an order Dean, stop hunting" Dean bit his tongue, knowing if he didn't he would have a go at the old man. Dean didn't dare look away though, he wouldn't give up just because he was younger and the son, didn't mean much to Dean.
"What? No"
"Dean, listen to me, everything getting harder to fight. You will not fight any of them, understand"
"So what!? You just want me to wait around for you to die? I wont do it" Dean angrily replied to John. John sighed, this was exactly why he didn't want to be around when Dean woke up.
"It's not like that Dean. Just do what I say, and don't ask questions about it okay?" John said, in his stern and demanding voice that always got Dean to listen. Dean hung his head, he could never easily say no to John, but this was his life the one thing he had always been good at. Like he could get another job any way, with what he knew, there was no way he could go normal. He was sometimes even against the word normal, get a normal job, live a normal life- Dean couldn't do that.
"Fine" Dean said, without looking up at John. He could tell however, that both Sam and John would be staring at him, astonished looks on their faces. John smiled and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Thankyou Dean-"
"But where are we supposed to go?" Dean murmured. John looked back to Sam without removing his hand from Dean's shoulder.
"Sam, you can go back to collage. And Dean, I'm sure a lot of people would want you working with them. I have to go though, I'm not sure if someone followed me. I'll see you boys later, keep safe" With that John removed his hand from Dean's shoulder and walked out, almost as quickly as he had gotten Sam to the floor. Sam turned back to Dean, who was still sitting on the bed.
"Dean, that's not like you" Dean looked up at Sam, smiling. "Dean? What are you smiling about?" Sam asked, very much confused.
"You think I'm gonna stop just because he told me too" Dean answered, smirking at John falling for it.
"Dean, maybe, Dad's right. Maybe we should stop, even if it's just for a while" Sam said slowly.
"Whoa Sam, no, you just want to go back to collage don't you?"
"No, at least not yet" Sam just couldn't tell Dean that he desperately wanted to go back, though part of him knew he couldn't.
"Whatever, alright, if you want to go then go. I'm not going to stop you, I'm going back to sleep" Dean answered, in a dull voice. He laid back down and pulled the blankets up with him, soon falling back to sleep.
In the morning, Dean expected Sam to be there, sleeping right beside him. He didn't expect Sam to actually leave and just leave a note.
"Gone back to collage, give yourself a break Dean. If you don't it'll kill you, anyways, if you need to talk, call me-Sam"
Dean swallowed hard, he's brother left him. He wasn't going to go after Sam, he knew Sam chose what he wanted, Dean couldn't change that. Not now anyway, not after what he said last night of just letting him leave. The worst thing, was that Dean had no control over the whole situation. He felt powerless, and now, completely alone.
Note: Please review, and thanks for reading :-) This may not seem like a one shot, sort of story but it is, I guess I can continue this if any one thinks that it should be continued. But yeah.