Stepping into the line of fire

by Stormysea-breaks

Dean has fallen in love with a wonderful girl called Angela Holt (OC). John is not happy because he wants Dean to concentrate on a new important hunt and not have his head somewhere else. Bobby has identified a potential balrog roaming in Icelandic State Park, North Dakota. The boys are older but not necessarily wiser. John is John! and Ugoliant is a very fiery opponent.

39. Chapter 39

Stepping into the line of fire

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

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Chapter 39

John lunged in the direction of Dean and grabbed his ear violently.

Dean who had stopped functioning for a moment felt himself being pulled forward. The pain was so excruciating that he could not fight back. Hid dad was taking him somewhere he did not want to go but he was powerless to stop him.

Bobby sprang off John's log and grabbed John's arm. "No John. Step down. Now!" John 's fury had hit such a level of high alert that he did not even hear him. His hunter's training came into play and he pushed Bobby off him with ease. "Ya' stand down!" he bellowed. "Me and Dean we need to sort this out once and for all!"

Bobby stood down. Angela lunged forward to protect her husband to be. John felt her intervention and swatted her aside like he would an annoying insect. "You missee…go wait in ya're own tent." John shouted chillingly. Sam had got back out of his tent and was watching the action unfold before him. What the fuck was happening to this hunt? He wanted to cry. He felt powerless against his dad's rage.

John kept going. His eldest kept going with him unwillingly but resigned. They soon were out of sight. In a small corner by a small beech tree, John laid into Dean verbally.

"Ya've lost the fuckin' plot Dean!" John shouted. "You've just lost the fucking plot boy!"

"Dad can I explain?"

"No you fucking can't. Ya' listen to me and listen good."

"Dad. I love Ange." Dean mournfully replied.

"I don't care if you love her or hate her…we've got a balrog that needs sorting…what the fuck are you up to? You've got your head out of the game and up your own ass boy!" John swatted him six times very hard. Dean could not hold back a yelp of pain. He started to cry…he could not help himself…

John was not used to this. Dean never cried and he was suddenly very afraid.

"Dean. Get. Back. Into. This. Fucking. Hunt!" … "Fucking around will just kill us all. Get. Your. Head. Back!" John had lost it completely but he knew that he was on tentative ground. Dean was nineteen and he could marry whoever he bloody wanted to. He re-thought his paternal strategy.

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"Boy. We'll talk about this after we waste that son of a bitch…I've got your message loud and strong but ya're putting us all at risk! Dean. Stop screwing around. If ya' want to marry your girl then at least fucking ensure that your head's in the hunt…" John then stood back from his son. "What ya' two get up too doesn't really bother me but when it's going to fuck things up. IT. DOES!" He bellowed.

Dean cringed but nodded affirmatively. "Sir…" he quietly said. "I told ya' I loved her. We're getting married. That's my decision sir. It's what I think is right for me and her."

His father looked deeply into his son's eyes and declared. "Boy! Sleeping with her on the hunt is misguided. It's fucking dangerous. Dean we're soldiers on a mission and love in not part of that agenda in any way, shape or form! …d'ya need another whippin' Boy? Is that what ya' need?" … john had reached a point of desperation. He never, ever got to that point. It worried him immensely. Dean spoke.

"Sir. I'm sleeping with Ange from now on. She needs the reassurance. It will make us more effective, dad."

John just stood there stunned. He replied…" OK. You know Sam's upset don't ya?"

Dean felt a physical stab to his heart.

"He's upset and worried son." John continued.

"I'll talk to him sir."

"Yeah…you better do this son… Do it today before we march out…and Dean…remember I love ya'… you just piss me off so much that I could ground ya 'for life without parole!" John added with purpose.

"Trust me sir. I've got this covered. Sneaking around wasn't doing any good…"

"For ya' ass?" John quipped.

"Now you mention it…definitely for my ass sir."

Both men made their way back to the camp. Calmer, much calmer… and resolved to get the job done.

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