Where were you?
Chapter 3:
True to his word, John Winchester was still in the motel room when they returned. Dean threw Sam some dry clothes and the two changed into something warm before they sat down and found out what their father wanted from them. Dean went over to check on their father, gently prodding his cheek bone to see if anything was broken. Luckily, he didn't find anything. Sam just stood leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, and eyes fiery.
"Doesn't feel like anything's broken Dad." Dean handed him the bottle of Tylenol and went and sat on one of the beds. Staring at his hands, he cleared his throat. "So dad, its, uh, it's been a while."
"I know. And I'm sorry."
Sam snorted and shook his head.
"Sammy." Dean warned
"What are you doing here?" Sam demanded.
"I think I've found it. And it's powerful, more powerful than I thought. I can't beat it alone. I need your help."
Dean knew that those four words would set Sam off, and he wasn't disappointed.
"Excuse me? You need our help?" He shook his head, and gave and almost insane sounding laugh. "I can't believe you. I can not believe you! You actually have the audacity to come here and ask for out help?"
"Sam, I'm sorry about-"
"Don't give me that bullshit Dad! You're not sorry about the past few months, and you and I both know it! If you were really sorry about any of it then you would have done something about it instead of sending us damn coordinates!"
Dean could see several items around the room start to shake. Sam was pissed off, but he hadn't even begun to hit his stride yet. Sam had a lot to get off his chest, and Dean knew that trying to stop him now would be like trying to hold back a tidal wave with bare hands- impossible. Besides, words were Sam's thing.
And then Sam really let loose his tirade.