CHAPTER 21
"You know what really pisses me off?" Dean hissed, getting in John's face. "Not just the fact that you knew what happened to Jessica, and didn't tell me –"
"Dean –"
"Shut up! Not only did you not tell me that Sam's girlfriend burned to death on her ceiling like our mother; you told me we needed to change our phone numbers after Sam told you what happened."
John suddenly looked less angry and a lot more wary.
"Yeah, Dad. I spent most of last night trying to keep Sam alive, so I had a lot of freaking time to figure it out."
"It's not what you think, Dean. How could I know he'd pull something stupid like this!"
"His girlfriend dies, the cops are sniffing after him and you tell him it's his fault! Then you cut off all contact! What the hell did you think would happen! What did you think Sam would do when everything he cared about was either dead or gone?"
John flushed angrily. "I thought he'd come back to us! I thought he'd realize that he doesn't fit in that world, that he belongs to us!" He stopped, breathing hard. "I wanted Sam back!"