AN: Well I just watched Bloody Mary for the first time…I didn't like mirrors as it as. Now I'll hate them even more! And lucky me that we're going up north this weekend, and the mirror is right by my bed. Can you hear the excitement?

If you love John, just look away. I'm a little hesitant writing this chapter. Let me know what you think of it. Dean is 17 and Sam is 13.

Disclaimer: I'm too tired for this. I'll be up all night now, trying to avoid my creepy bathroom mirror, heh. Anyway don't own them.

Chapter 3: Lost opportunity

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Dean and Sam hadn't made anything else for John after that fathers day. It had been four years since John had last received a fathers day present, and since that day the holiday had not been brought up. That didn't mean any of them failed to notice the date, and John noticed that on fathers day that Dean and Sam were usually at some point found off on their own, even closer then normal.

This fathers day was not going to be any different. The research was complete, the weapons were prepared, and the three Winchesters were in position.

The old house had always made strange noises, but lately even stranger things had been happening. People had see mysterious fires burning through the windows, that would not leave a certain room. Some police had gone in to investigate, but they had been found the next day dead, with 3rd degree burns covering their bodies.

This case was personal, this case was fire.

"You boys ready?" John asked.

"Yes sir," both replied.

John had come to the conclusion that this demon was a Ukobach, and could be killed by shooting it with a bullet to make a break in the inflamed body. At that point, all that needed to be done was spray some holy water on the wound, not their most difficult job before.

They didn't have to wait long for the Ukobach to make its appearance. It appeared suddenly, in a rush of burning flames and a loud roar of anger. Sam jumped in surprise, but Dean and John held their ground, glaring dangerously at the demon.

John aimed and quickly fired, but the demon was fast. It merely dodged the bullet and traced its eyes between John and Dean. Dean jumped back, pulling Sam with him, as fire filled the space they had previously been standing by. Dean turned and took another shot at the demon but it again dodged, tracing another line of fire towards the two brothers.

"Sam get out of the way," Dean yelled pushing Sam to the wall and out of the flames path. John went to shoot while it was distracted, but the demon saw this and sent fire straight at John, who moved back, tripping over an old coffee table and loosing his gun.

Black smoke was quickly filling the room, shadowing the demon from view. It was getting difficult to tell the flames apart from the flaming demon, but it was manageable. The demon was facing John, ready for another attack.

"Now Dean!" John yelled.

Dean lifted the gun to shoot but then heard Sam shout his name. He turned to see that Sam was quickly being surrounded by flames, with very little options of where to go. Dean hesitated and quickly looked for an escape route for Sam.

Finally he spotted one, there was a window along the wall, a few feet away from where Sam stood.

"Dean! Finish it!" John snapped.

But Sammy was in danger, and when it came down to a demon dead or his little brother dead, he would always choose to get Sammy out of harms way first, even if John would be angry at the lost opportunity.

"Sammy! Window!" Dean said, pointing to the last escape for Sam and, now that he thought about it, probably all of them.

The fire was overwhelming now. Dean choked on the smoke and looked back to the demon, only to find that there was absolutely no way to distinguish between the fire and the demon. Dean coughed, fighting the smoke in his system, and brought his stinging eye to the window. He made his way to the window, waving his dad over to it as well.

Sam had one leg out the window and on to the fire escape, luckily this house had been built with one. It was very rickety and old though, and Dean didn't trust that it would hold their weight for more then a few minutes.

"Sam, hurry up and go down, but be careful. This thing doesn't seem very stable," Dean said once he managed to find his voice.

Sam nodded and started making his way down, glancing up when Dean didn't follow. "Dean! Come on!"

"I lost sight of dad!" Dean said, still inside the house. He jumped backwards and almost fell head first through the window as a sudden burst of flames rushed towards him. There was nowhere for him to go now but out the window. Be safe dad.

When he moved through the window, eyes stinging and a cough in the back of his throat, he saw Sam waiting in the same place for him "Get down," he managed, and the two of them quickly made their way down.

Unfortunately the ladder at the bottom of the fire escape only went down halfway, so they had to jump. Thankfully neither were hurt from the fall, and they moved quickly from the house as fire began spreading to more rooms.

"Where's dad?" Sam asked.

"I don't know."

A few minutes later John emerged from the first story, coughing. Dean and Sam rushed up to him to make sure he was alright. "Dad are you okay?"

John glared at him briefly before heading towards the truck. Sam sent a nervous glance to Dean, and they followed John back to the truck.

The tension on the way back was high, threatening to overspill any moment. John turned up Metallica and stared at the road, not speaking. Dean and Sam stayed silent as well.

When they arrived back at the motel John got out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. Dean and Sam slowly followed him inside.

"Dad…what took you so long?" Sam asked tentatively.

John turned around sharply, eyes moving straight to Dean in anger. Dean almost took a step backwards in surprise at the fury radiating there. "I had to search the entire burning room to find the demon that your brother did not shoot! But first I had to find my gun!"

"Dad-"

"When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it! We were all almost killed in there because you didn't shoot!" John was walking towards Dean now. "And to do what? To make sure Sam got out first? He's thirteen, he should be able to take care of himself, but of course why should I expect that?"

Dean glared slightly at his father, who had stopped right in front of him. "Sam didn't do anything."

"Exactly! He stood there, waiting to be burned! He could have taken a shot or at least moved away from the fire! I didn't raise idiots!"

"You didn't raise us at all," Sam muttered from his place beside Dean.

John's eyes traveled to Sam slowly. "What did you say?" he asked, taking a step towards Sam. Dean stepped between them, pushing Sam back a few steps and out of the way.

"Dad don't."

"Did you hear what he said to me?"

"Stop it."

"Did you hear what he said to me? And on fathers day!"

"You never cared about the day before!" Dean yelled before he could stop himself. A ringing silence filled the room, waiting for more to be said. "You didn't care years ago if we did something for you, so why is now so different?" Dean asked.

John didn't say anything for a moment. "There are more important things. The demon-"

But Dean interrupted him. "The demon could wait! It never left the house anyway, don't you care that Sam was going to die if we didn't find a way to get him, not to mention me, out?"

John grabbed Dean by the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. "You don't think I care about your brothers safety? Or your own?" he asked, shaking Dean with so much force that he was seeing stars. "Don't you!"

"Let him go," Sam said, forcing his way between John and Dean. John let go and stepped back, taking in the scene. As if realizing what had happened, he shook his head and turned away.

"I'm going out."

" Where are you going?" Dean asked.

John didn't turn towards Dean, instead heading towards the door. "It's fathers day, maybe I'll head to the local bar to celebrate." And then he was gone.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, then Sam turned to Dean. "You okay?"

Dean nodded. "Fine."

It didn't matter if it was a lie. Of course he didn't need hospital treatment, but the shock of his dads words and actions was still heavy on his mind. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and looked at Sam, realizing he had been spacing out.

He shook his head to clear his head and grabbed the Impala's keys off the dresser. John hid given him the car just a couple months ago, and he was in love with it. "Come on Sammy, let's go grab something to eat."

"It's Sam."

Dean rolled his eyes and lead Sam out of the room. No matter what, he would always defend Sam, even if it meant going against his father.

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AN: Wow, just one left! I'm going out of town and will be back Sunday night, so I'll try and get it up before the night is over so it's all done by fathers day. Hope you enjoyed!