Mary had gotten strong enough to take a shower on her own, something she really needed, leaving the both of them to talk about what she wanted.
"Wonder why she wants to talk to him." Sam mused, tapping his fingers on the table.
"It doesn't matter." Dean said with a snort, throwing himself back onto the bed and stretching out. "She's not seeing him."
"We can't really forbid her from seeing him if she wants to." Sam pointed out, turning his chair so that he could straddle it as he watched his brother. "It's her choice."
"She just came back to life, she's in no condition to be doing things like this." Dean shot back. He rubbed at his face, shaking his head. "What if he hurts her? I won't be able to keep myself from ripping his throat out with my teeth."
For a moment Sam felt his teeth ache with that same desire. They never really used their teeth, more than happy to use their hands if their knives broke or needed to get into a place where the blades can't get to.
He shook his head to clear it, focus on the topic at hand he told himself..
"You have a good point and I'd be right there with you." Sam told him. "But still, mom's an adult and if she wants to talk to him..." he trailed off, making a face.
"You don't even think it's a good idea for her to see him." Dean said triumphantly. "Admit it."
Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I don't want him to even be alive on the same continent as mom." he admitted. "But again...it's her choice."
Dean's jaw moved side to side as he looked towards the bathroom where they could hear the shower running. "And she's stubborn right back to home and back. So if we try to stop her she'll find a way to get what she wants."
"Sounds just like you." Sam said, getting up and grabbing the both of them a beer. He tossed both the bottles to him and Dean opened them, holding it out for Sam to take.
"I was gonna say she's more like you. Bitch." Dean shot back at him, taking a pull from his bottle.
"Jerk." Sam retorted, sitting next to him on the bed. He reached out and took Dean's hand in his, entwining their fingers together. He brought their hands up and brushed his lips against Dean's knuckles. "So what do we do?"
"Not sure." Dean said with a sigh, squeezing Sam's hand tightly. "But one of the things we need to do is take Winchester out of this equation."
Sam raised an eyebrow at that. "And short of killing him, because you said we're saving that for a really special day, how are we going to do that exactly?"
John sighed as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles were stinging and bleeding slightly. He ignored it and kept his focus on the road ahead of him.
He knew for a fact that he was never going to be welcome back to Singer Salvage ever again. Not in this lifetime at least. He gently touched his eye, glancing in the rearview mirror to see the beginnings of a blackeye. Bobby's words ringing in his ears before he threw the punch.
He didn't regret a damn thing.
Taking a deep breath he tried to refocus on the road, trying to figure out what to do next. He swerved on the road and quickly righted himself, cursing under his breath.
"If you're going to decide to crash into something, I'd recommend something hard so that your death will stick."
Swearing John whirled around to see Sam looking at him in the passenger seat. He slammed on the brakes and was halfway to reaching for the knife under his seat when he forced himself to stop.
"Got all the filicide out of your system or you want to go again?" Sam asked. "Because it was your knife even if it was Bobby that put it in my chest. And please, give me a reason to fight back and kill you for good. Please."
John just stared at him, trying to figure out what to do. Sam, the son he didn't know he had, was in the car with him for whatever reason. A part of him wanted to grab a weapon, any kind of weapon. But at the same time...he was staring at his son.
"Due to the fact that I'm the one with the least amount of connections to you, I've decided to talk to you." Sam told him. "And I'm going to get to the point, our mom wants to talk to you. And you're going to refuse to."
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