OK, wow; so many hits and only one response? Yikes! I didn't think it was that bad. Well, here's chapter two for those of you who are interested. I'm going to have to think whether or not I want to continue with this one or try another idea I have. Thanks for reading; please review and let me know if I should continue.

Heaving himself off the counter he made his way into the living room. "Hey mini-me" he yelled towards the bedroom door. "Get you ass out here; we need to talk."

"No." came the muffled reply from behind the doors. "I'm not talking to you."

Dean threw his hands up in the air and turned towards his father and brother; his green eyes wide with disbelief.

"Un-freakin-believable! One minute he's screamin and yellin at me and now he's not talking? Jesus; I thought I was done with all this teenage, mood-swing, crap last week after Sammy here finally past puberty."

"Oh you're hilarious Dean." Sam said shooting him his ha, ha, very funny look. "Jerk."

"Yeah, I am aren't I; Bitch." "Chris!!" Dean bellowed pounding his fist against the door. "Get your scrawny, little butt out here before I kick it into next week!"

Nice, real nice dad "What part of LEAVE. ME. ALONE don't you get??!!"

Closing his eyes, Dean took a calming breath; walked away from the door, rolled his eyes to the ceiling, cracked his neck, turned around and walked back. Taking another breath he knocked on the door again this time with only one knuckle.

John took a seat on the couch and rolled his eyes at Sam. At this rate they were going to be here all night. Come on Dean; focus; take control of the situation.

"Chris. Come on bud; open up."

"Get bent."

"CHRIS! I mean it……" Dean started.

John swore under his breath and after making what he thought was a valiant effort to show some restraint he rose up from the couch. Crossing the room in three strides he pushed past his son, placed his hand on the knob and bashed the door open using his shoulder. After hearing a surprised yelp from the boy; Dean heard evidence of a slight scuffle; more like a body being lifted up and then dragged and within seconds his father emerged propelling his disgruntled grandson out in front of him.

"Make it quick." he said flatly to Dean bumping his son's shoulder roughly as he walked by. "We got work to do."

"Ow, G." Chris complained rubbing his arm where John had grabbed him. "What the hell? My beef's not with you!"

Chris had taken to calling John "G" rather than Grandpa or Pops which was just fine with John. He was too damn young to be having a fourteen year old running around calling him Grandpa. Most of the time people just assumed Chris was his son and not Dean's.

"Hey" Dean snapped at his kid's blatant disrespect towards John; something he never tolerated; from anyone. "How bout you show a little respect; m'ember who you're talkin to." He admonished.

Chris said nothing as he gazed up defiantly at his father, eyebrows now drawn into a frown as he continued rubbing the sting of his grandfather's grip out of his upper arm.

"Ok, listen up." Dean said placing a hand on the young man's shoulder and leveling him with his best it's in your ass's best interest to hang on my every word look. "B'out tonight; how would you feel bout coming with us?"

Chris continued to stare up at Dean his face now bearing a look of complete disbelief. What the hell kind of stupid ass question is that?? Are all people over 25 morons or is it just my family? How would I feel about going on the hunt? Freaking AWESOME that's how I'd feel. That's what I've been asking for for the past three days!!! Dude; get a clue already!

"'k; if that's what you want." the kid responded, shrugging his shoulders now seemingly bored by the concept.

"Okay??" Dean was sure he was going to throttle him before the night ended. Placing his hands on his hips to keep them from going around the teen's throat he leaned in; getting a little bit into his son's personal space. He could have sworn he heard John snicker. Paybacks a bitch boy.

"Dude; what?" Chris said trying to back up. Dean tightened his grip on his shoulder preventing him from moving back any farther. He voice was level and sounded a little dangerous.

"You mean to tell me that you've been up in my grill for the past three days about comin on this hunt and I finally give in and tell you you can come and all you got to say is OK!!???"

And to confirm what John had known for years; that teenage boys have no common sense whatsoever Chris replied.

"Well, what the hell do you want me to do; throw a freakin party; I'm a hunter this is what I'm supposed to do!"

Dean blinked momentarily lost for words and then he lost it completely.

"NO, you're NOT a hunter!" He yelled. "WE'RE hunters" he said motioning to himself, his father and his brother. "You're just a pain in the ass little kid who doesn't know when to keep his smart yap shut!"

Dean grabbed him by his collar and shoved him hard onto one of the wooden chairs at the table. "Now sit your ass down and LISTEN. One more peep out of you and so help me God you'll be spending the rest of the evening trying to remove my boot from your ass!"

Now that they were all in agreement and the kid was quiet; at least for the moment; the four Winchesters started planning and mapping out the evening. As the plan grew before his eyes so did Dean's fear, that he had once again made the wrong choice.