If Dean was angry when he saw John Winchester standing there, he was downright pissed when he saw Sam come into the room stiffly, followed by Singer holding a rifle aimed right at Sam's back.

Bullets didn't do anything against them, but they still hurt like a bitch and made their blood spill.

And that pissed Dean off to no end, the possibility of his brothers blood being spilled on the ground.

Especially when these people have already hurt him so much in the past.

Singer reached out and pushed Sam completely into the devil's trap, making him stumble slightly. Dean moved quickly to grab at him before he fell, wrapping his arms around his brother.

Sam's eyes met his and wordlessly they decided on something together, Dean barely nodded, tightening his grip on Sam.

Breathing out slowly Sam straightened up, turning so that the both of them could look at the hunters, Ellen came into the room as well, rifle aimed straight at them.

"Gangs all here." Sam said softly, keeping his eyes black, so did Dean. "Where's Jo? Doesn't she want to join?"

"Don't you dare talk about her." Ellen warned him lowly. "You tricked us."

"Wasn't really that hard." Sam with a hum, black eyes going to Bobby. "Especially you, throw in a little sob story about losing a woman important to you and suddenly you're as soft as anything."

Bobby jerked slightly, rifle shaking slightly in his grip. "I let you into my home, I let you into my research." he said lowly. "You used me."

"More like manipulated you, you had nothing that we really wanted." Sam told him, a bored tone to his voice.

"I want to talk to them." Winchester said, turning to look at Bobby and Ellen. "Mind giving us some privacy?"

Neither of them looked pleased but nodded, looking at Sam and Dean warningly; Sam rolled his eyes at that, before leaving the living room, going into the kitchen instead.

"You have nothing to tell us." Sam told him, cutting off whatever John was going to say. "Seriously, we don't care."

John swallowed hard. "I know that Marys dead." he said slowly, causing both Sam and Dean to flinch back slightly. "And I-"

"Who the hell told?" Dean demanded, eyes narrowing. "It wasn't their right to tell you or anyone about her."

"It doesn't matter who told me I had a right to know." John said, stopping when a sharp crack made the house shake.

"You have no right." Sam told him coldly. "You're no one to us, you're no one to her, you're no one in general."

John just stared at him for a long time, few moments. "I didn't...I never even knew that...she was pregnant." he whispered. "Back then...we-"

"I'm guessing this is before you tried to kill her." Dean injected, teeth almost barred. "I might've been a child but I remember that, I remember you trying to grab her and me."

John swallowed heavily. "I didn't know." he managed to get out. "I didn't know that it was...like that. I thought it was two demons possessing you both."

"She proved that it wasn't possession, she proved that it was her and it was me." Dean said darkly. "You didn't give a damn, you and your fucking holy water and your fucking exorcisms. You didn't give one shit. She had to grab me and run, run to make sure you didn't kill us."

Dean took in a great shuddering breath. "And then to make it worse? You sent out word to the hunting community to let them know about her and me. Pregnant, alone with a kid, and being hunted, she had to go back to hell to make sure that we were safe."

"I didn't have any other choice, I had no other option, I didn't know that-" John had started to say only for Sam to interrupt him.

"Again, we don't care." Sam said. "And most of all? You did have a choice, you could've chosen to stay with your family. You didn't. It doesn't matter what you think, it doesn't matter what you wanted. When it was needed the most, you didn't step up. You attacked."

"Now we have business to do and take care of." Sam said, brushing his front off of imaginary dirt. "And we'd really like to get back to it."

They could hear the front door opening and the hushed whispers of the others in the kitchen. Sam and Dean shared another look, feeling a small pit growing in Sams stomach.

Singer came back into the room and, heart stoppingly, he was holding onto one of the jars containing a soul.

"What the hell are you two doing with a trunkful of people's souls?" Singer demanded.

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