"Sammy!"
Dean promptly got up to check on his brother. John tried to make eye contact with him, realizing that Dean seemed less than thrilled by his presence.
"I told him. I just wanted to talk."
"Sam, help me put the things back in the car. We're leaving."
John pretended Dean was listening.
"I need to talk to you, son."
And he was. To the point when he decided those words were too much of an insult for him to just ignore. He was building up some anger.
"You're the guy who left me in the middle of nowhere and who vanished from the face of this Earth... You wanna talk?! About what exactly, dad?!"
"Dean..." Sam didn't know too well how things were left between his older brother and his dad. He knew the latter had disappeared but he never could fathom how crushed Dean actually was by that. Apparently, neither could John.
The elder Winchester looked for comfort some place other than in his son's eyes. He laid his somewhat disappointed look on the calendar he had left on the wall so many years ago.
"About you two... and all the birthdays I missed."
"It was a rhetorical question. Come on, Sammy, move."
"Enough of that attitude!" John grabbed Dean's arm firmly, forcing him to stop and face him. "Now you'll listen to me and you'll explain what the hell that girl is doing in here!"
The only reason why Hanna didn't leave the scene yet was because Sam was still blocking the exit. Now, she had taken the spotlight like she feared she would eventually.
Dean pulled his arm back. His reverence for his father was still there and was just reawakened by his powerful presence. In the end, Dean couldn't help but listen. But what he heard next, snapped him out of it.
"How's Michael, sweetheart?" John finally turned to Hanna. She was taken aback.
"You were the one who called today..." Hanna remembered.
"Indeed I was."
"What is he talking about?" asked Sam, not sure to which part he was referring to.
"I came to warn you two, Sammy."
"I thought it was to talk about birthdays." Dean still had anger in his voice.
Hanna immediately looked at him. She was afraid now. When she tried to speak to Dean, she was reprimended by Sam's look.
"As much as I wish to talk about that too..." John threw the girl a freezing expression "I see what is happening and I can't let you. You know, I was always looking out for you, Dean-"
"Yes, dad, please elaborate on how you're always protecting us. I'll even pretend I'm interested if that amuses you!"
"You are a soft hearted kid! I was right not to take you with me! And you..." John pulled a gun and shot in Hanna's direction with no hesitation. The boys did not see that coming at all but she was fast to dodge the bullet and grab her own gun, pointing it back at John.
"You tell Michael to stay away from my sons."
"I can't do that. I don't work for him."
"I am not Dean, girl. You can't bat your eyelashes and expect me to believe you."
"I can't bat my eyelashes cause you'll shoot me."
"You have a point." John triggered the gun once more.
Out of nowhere, Dean grabbed his father's arm and immobilized his shooting arm.
"You're really gonna let her shoot me?!"
"If she were going to shoot, me standing here wouldn't stop her."
Hanna lowered the gun but kept it in hands, just in case.
"He has a point."
She walked out the door and Dean signed to Sam, who understood right away and followed her, closing the door behind him.
"Ready to talk now, old man?" he released his dad's arm.
"Guess you grew a little stronger..."
"Nah, just older."