Chapter 7 : Fighting

Dean's POV:

My dad and I were sitting at the kitchen table in our dingy motel, researching a case, when Sam walked in.

"Guys..." He began. "We need to talk about something."

Dad and I gave each other a look. 'What the hell is about to happen?'

"A few months ago, I applied for some colleges..." I saw dad tense. He glared at Sam with so much anger – it radiated off of him. "One of the colleges I applied for was Stanford. They decided to give me a scholarship. I'm preparing to major in law..."

If this was a cartoon, the steam would be whistling out of my dad's ears.

"I'm already packed... I leave tomorrow morning." Sam mumbled.

Dad broke.

"What?!" He shouted. "How many times have I told you, Sam? You stick with your family. Me and Dean. And now you're leaving us for college?! What? Do you think you can go to Stanford and pretend that you don't know of all the fucking demons?! The monsters?! Do you think that leaving will make them disappear?! I got news for you Sam! That's not how this works.

"And how prepared can you be when you're not focused on the hunt? When you're focused on school work and parties your guard will be down. You're already a target, Sam! You being out there on your own with no protection, no back-up, no nothing! Your ass will be dead in a month!" Dad screamed.

"I am NOT a child anymore, dad. You raised me to take care of my own goddamn self. I'm fucking sick of this lifestyle." Are you sick of me, Sam? I thought. "I hate hunting demons. And newsflash, Dad. You've been hunting this fucking 'Yellow-Eyed Demon' for 16 years! You haven't caught it yet, so I doubt you'll be catching it anytime soon! You're wasting your life! And you know what, waste your life all you want, Dad, but you are not wasting mine!" Sam retorted.

"So, what's your plan?! You're gonna go to Stanford, get a degree, marry some oblivious woman and have 2 kids, a house, a white picket fence, and some office job?! You really think that you can just stop this and change EVERYTHING?! You think that you have a choice!? Sam, you will be in so much danger with distractions like that when there's already a target on you and your brothers' backs. You can't just drop this life and pretend it never happened. What are you gonna do, Sam, when someone asks you about your family? Your childhood? Your whole fucking life?! Lie? You don't want to 'waste' your life helping people and avenging your mom, you would prefer to 'live' your life as a whole fucking lie!?"

"It'd be a whole hell of a lot better than being here!" Sam screamed.

Dad looked a bit taken back, but quickly recouped. "Fine." He said in an eerily calm tone. "Go ahead. Leave. But if you leave, don't think about coming back – you won't be welcomed."

I knew things with dad and Sam had been tense and awful lately, and Sam still thought I took dad's side, but I didn't know that Sam had applied for colleges... Why hadn't he told me?

Was his and I's relationship merely a fling? Nothing serious?

I hate chick flick moments with a bloody passion but... I don't think I could stand it if he left.

"Fine!" Sam yelled.

And he left.

Took his duffel and walked right out of the room.

Sam's POV:

I'm happy to have finally said my peace but... Dean.

I already miss him.

The sucky part, too, was that I was walking out of one dingy motel to walk right into another given it was so late at night.

I found the only other motel in the town we were in and got a room.

I headed straight for the bed.

Dean. I want my Dean.

About an hour later I heard a knock on my door.

I opened it and Dean stood there, pissed off as fuck.

"Really? Are you fucking kidding me?" He said.

"Dean, let me explain-"

"Fuck you! Did I not mean a goddamn thing!? You were just gonna leave? Leave me?! And not even fucking tell me?! 'Surprise, Dean. We're fucking through! Hope you don't mind!'? Was that what was gonna happen?"

"No Dean, I-"

"You know what, fuck it. This was only a stage – you want your apple pie lifestyle so bad? Well now you have it. Go to Stanford. Meet a girl. Have kids. Buy a fucking house! And when you tuck those kids in at night you'll know the real meaning behind 'Don't let the bed bugs bite.' And when they think something's in their closet, who's to say there isn't?! But you know what? Fine. Forget about me. Go live. Have fun. Hope your apple pie is fucking worth it!"

"Dean!" I finally interjected.

"What?" He asked haughtily.

"I still lo-"

"Don't you fucking say it. Don't you dare fucking say it. I don't want to hear it. It doesn't mean anything to me, because it's not true. You were gonna leave. Your duffel was packed, your shoes were on, and your speech was ready. You were ready to go, and you were going to leave me here. And you know what? That's fine. Good for you. Try your best to 'get out' of the 'life'. But I'm staying."

"But... but you promised, Dean. You promised 'always'." I said shakily, traitor tears welling in my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I did." He responded.

"Then why – Then you can't-"

"I'm not, Sam. You broke 'always'." He said, his eyes downcast. "You were the one that planned to leave. To leave me."

"Not you, Dean! Not you!"

Dean looked at me, not believing me for a second.

"Dean, I-"

"Save it." Dean said. "Bye, Sam." Dean said as he turned to leave.

"Dean!" I tried.

"Goodbye."

And he was gone.