AN: Okay, I'm hoping to have this one done by Tuesday night or Wednesday, so we'll see if it works. I have two more after this one. Thanks for the support, it's the best response to a Supernatural story yet. I love young Dean and Sam, so I really want to start working on those Supernatural stories I have in mind. Anyway, here's the summary for this chapter.

Summary: John was furious. He didn't consider why his sons hadn't been home when he got back. He didn't give them a chance to explain. He didn't realize it was fathers day.

Disclaimer: I asked if I could buy Supernatural for $145, but they shot me down. They also shot down me giving them my cell phone, and then told me the rest of my stuff didn't have any value either, so I don't own it. I must find away, maybe as a birthday present, come on, please? …..That's in October…..hmm….

Ah, and some nice angst for this one. Dean is 13, Sam is 9.

Chapter 2: You don't listen

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John unlocked the motel room door and made his way inside, letting it close loudly behind him as he dropped his bag to the floor. He pulled off his jacket, stained with a little blood. Luckily it hadn't been anything serious, and he'd gotten the job done quick.

Without looking around he headed to the bathroom and closed the door behind him, lifting his shirt to check the small wound on his stomach. It wouldn't even need stitches.

He suddenly realized that it was really quiet. He hadn't even seen his boys on the way in. He abruptly opened the door and searched the small room, but there was no one there. He checked the side door, where the boys slept, but it was empty there as well.

John checked his watch, it was five. They should be home from school by now. Wait…no it was summer there was no school. So they had no excuse to be gone.

"I told them to stay in here until I got home! I didn't let them come because Sam was still getting over being sick, and Dean was watching over him," John mumbled to himself. "Where did they go? Or did something come."

John was about to inspect the room for possible details when he heard the sound of the lock being undone. He looked to the door to see Sam and Dean walking inside, with Sam holding something. John didn't get a good look at what it was, but he didn't care. They were home, safe, laughing. That meant they had left on their won.

"Where were you?" he asked angrily, looking from Dean who had frozen to the spot, to Sam, who had bumped into his brother at the abrupt stop.

"We were-"

"Didn't I specifically tell you not to leave this room?" John demanded.

Dean sent a nervous glance at his brother before looking back to John. "yes you did, but we just went to-"

"Exactly!" John said, cutting Dean off. "I told you to stay here and watch after Sam to make sure he was okay. It was just one day Dean! It isn't difficult to remain in one spot for just a day is it?"

"No, but we-"

"You disobeyed a direct order Dean!"

Sam, who had so far been silent, took a step forward, whatever he was holding behind his back. "It wasn't Dean's idea to leave the room, it was mine."

John turned his angry gaze from Dean to Sam. "Your idea? Do you have any idea how worried I might be? I thought something had gotten into the room! You boys could have been hurt! A demon could have gotten you! Did you ever think of that? You could have left and gotten hurt! Do you have any weapons on you?"

Dean and Sam shared another nervous glance, they hadn't thought to take a weapon with them when they left the house.

"Well?"

It was Dean who spoke up this time. "No sir, we didn't take anything but it was daylight! And it wasn't as if we were going to a cemetery or something."

John interrupted him again. "It doesn't matter. You know what's out there! Anything could have happened because you two were stupid enough to leave without anything to defend yourselves with and against my orders! I wouldn't have expected either of you to be so selfish to go out to play some kid game-"

But this time Sam cut John off. "Selfish? We were being selfish? Fine then you don't need this!" Sam threw whatever he was holding to the floor and stormed into their room, slamming the door behind him. Dean winced, and for a second thought the door would fall over, but it stayed in tact. He picked up the item and then turned his eyes to John.

"Look what you did now."

"Look what I did?" John asked.

Dean stopped him. "Dad, the only reason we left was because Sam had an idea to do something special for you, as a surprise."

John felt his anger ebb away slightly. "What?"

Dean threw the object to his dad, trusting him to catch it so it wouldn't be more damaged. John caught it out of pure reflex and looked down at it.

It was a piece of paper in a cheap wooden frame. The paper was laminated, and glued to the paper were different pictures of Dean, Sam, and John, and even a couple of Mary. It was a collage of their family.

"Happy fathers day," Dean said in a clipped voice, then followed Sam into their room.

John stood there for a long moment, then set the gift on his bed. He glanced at the door as if wanting to go talk to his sons, but turned away. They had to learn to be more careful. He couldn't take that lesson away. John glanced at the door once more before going into the bathroom to take care of the small wound.

Meanwhile Sam was glaring at the wall with his back to Dean. Dean sighed and slowly walked in. "Sammy?"

"Sometimes I hate him Dean."

Dean slowly sat next to Sam and turned his gaze to the wall as well. "You shouldn't say things like that Sammy. It's not fair to dad."

"But he's not fair to us. It's all about this hunting thing. He never just acts like a dad, I've seen some of my friends dads, and they go fishing with them, or to baseball games. Why doesn't dad ever do that with us?"

Dean struggled to find an answer that Sam would accept, but he couldn't. "I don't know Sam. We help people and…well…" he trailed off.

"Couldn't he at least do that kind of stuff once in a while though?" Sam asked innocently.

Dean put an arm around Sam and gave him a brief hug. "I wish he would."

Dean looked away from the wall as he heard the motel door close. He got up and left the room, looking around for a sign of where their dad had gone. He spotted a note sitting on the dresser and picked it up.

Got a phone call from an old friend who lives in the area, he wants me to check something out. I'll be home later tonight. Order yourselves a pizza or something, because of what you gave me. Moneys on the table.

-John

"Where did he go this time?"

Dean looked up to see Sam poking his head through the doorway, gaze fixed on the note in Dean's hand.

"Out. We get pizza though."

Sam's face brightened slightly at the prospect of pizza, something John usually said cost to much. Dean smiled back at Sam who went to grab the menu from the table, but his smile fell slightly when reading over the note.

We didn't make that for payment dad. It was because you're our father, and it's fathers day. But I guess, evil doesn't take vacations.

He just wished that they could take a vacation every once in a while.

And that every once in a while John could be their dad, not a hunter.

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AN: That ones a bit longer then the last, and a little more angst. The angst will grow next time, a lot. Let me know what you think, I'll try and get the next one up by Thursday.