Wow! That was one heck of a long wait! Soo super sorry! Anyway, I've got two chapters up tonight! Yah! So, plz don't hate on me too badly:) They were already prewritten, in my notebook, butthen I lost the bok and found it like 2 days ago :) Anyways! TRhanks for the reviews! Now, make more! lol

Consequences

By: chocolate rules

Disclaimer: I own them, and they say hi...lol...thanks to the WB!

Chapter Eight: Hello, It's Me, Your Son

"Hey, Dad!" Dean said with faked cheerfulness. He walked over to the gruff man and stood in front of him. He gave his father his award-winning smile that he used to distract.

John, gun at the ready, looked all the kids over. As if his job wasn't hard enough, stupid teenagers always seemed to know where to go to get themselves in trouble, or worse yet -killed. He gave them all an annoyed glare as he looked back to his own offspring.

"How's it going!" Dean asked cheaply. He was really hoping that for some unknown miracle, his father would not notice Sam. He knew he had told his brother that there was nowhere left for him to run, but if there was anyone who'd be able to think of a way out, it'd be Sam.

"What's the problem here?" John asked in his commanding voice. Emily and her sister edged closer together. Denz, who had seemed to of gotten the worst end from the booze, just stood there staring at the eldest Winchester.

"Oh, them," Dean said, looking back at the teens as well. He gave them a hard glare, at which the girls shuddered. He hoped that they understood it meant for them not to talk. "Like I said drunk. Except for the youngest there, but she's fifteen, so she can't drive."

"And now you're stuck here, babysitting instead of finding that spirit." John stated rather than asked.

Dean looked down and away. He was usually the type to just keep on working on a gig until it was over with and then worry about anything else. However, this time, Sam was involved and he wasn't just about to leave him vulnerable again.

"They got attacked after I sent them on their merry way," Dean tried to say in his same carefree tone, but his downward glance conveyed otherwise.

"Well, they're out of the woods now, why you still here?" John asked his son. He glared down at the boy, knowing the answer. He 'pocketed' his gun, which he'd held limply at his side, and crossed his arms.

"Oh, no reason." Dean tried looking up with a smile and shrugging. However, as he looked up, he noticed his father's glare and knew, like he'd predicted that John already knew.

"Where is he?" John spat out. Dean didn't know whether to just point his brother out beside the truck, or play it off. John didn't even give him a chance to answer. "Sam!" he yelled into the spine-chilling night. "Samuel!"

The tall boy slowly and carefully emerged, head hung low, from behind the truck. He hadn't been hiding, he'd just stayed there and had leaned against his friend's car for support.

"Get over here," John growled. He was certainly not in any form of mood for the boy's slow tactics. Sam quickened his pace and walked over to them. He stopped beside Dean, directly in front of his father. "Well?"

"I'm sorry." Sam said simply. He couldn't really think up an excuse and apologizing was the safest thing to do at the moment.

"Sorry? That's new." John said sarcastically. "What exactly are you sorry for? Disobey your punishment, or just the general rules of my house?" Sam said nothing. He felt himself start to shake, but refused to speak. Dean, beside him was about to speak but his father decided to continue.

"Oh, I get it. You just thought you'd get over here and figure things out for yourself? Well, I thought you knew better. I thought that by now, you'd have understood the dangers. We're not in this town for nothing, Sam!"

"I know." Sam said quietly. He was still staring straight down at his shoes and standing practically in attention otherwise.

"Of course you know!" John said angrily. "You're smart like that, right? I mean, that's what hey keep on telling me. That I've got a bright kid on my hands. A bright kid wouldn't pull stupid stunts like this, Sam! Bright kids tend to do as they're told!"

Dean , who'd been looking at the two of them following the conversation, looked down. He always did as he was told and he was by far not a bright kid. Sam was a bright kid, bright enough to know what he wanted. Dean was about to say something, anything to stop the inevitable argument, but came up short.

"All you told me was that I shouldn't leave the house since you and Dean hadn't killed 'it' yet. You didn't even tell me what 'it' was! How am I supposed to know it was a crazed widow spirit living in the forest nonetheless!"

"You're supposed to stay inside, not going around trying to get yourself killed!"

"Why the hell would I try to do that?"

"Well, it's what you're doing here!" Dean looked around as the 'conversation' progressed. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand and could practically hear the spirit coming towards them.

"Hey, you guys…" Dean said, staring at the forested spot beside his father. Neither, however, seemed to of noticed his intrusion.

"So, leaving the apartment is trying to get myself killed…"

"Sam…" Dean said, again unnoticed.

"…Great. Than why leave at all! I mean why hunt, if all the bad things are outside, let's stay inside!" Dean had enough. Both Winchester were fuming and if he didn't stop the argument, things wouldn't turn out so well. He reached over and covered Sam's mouth as he yelled out to his father, who'd been ready to protest.

"DAD!" Dean said, quieting the man. He looked around quickly behind the elder's shoulder. "She's coming. I can feel her."

Wait, there's one more! For tonight anyway,lol!