A/N: Sorry for the long wait. The stupid website wouldn't let me upload! The song used in this chapter is "One" by U2 (the version without Mary J. Blige), which I picked because the song was actually written about differences between a father and son.

VisionGurl: Yeah I know, I'm terrible about warning people before a story ends. I'll just go to upload one day and be like, "Oh, it's over."

vincesbabe: I know, my chapters are so short... sorry!

puplover77: Don't worry, I will. No website shall keep me from finishing my stories!

tixylix: Ha ha I loved your observation about Dean. :D

Mediatorsk: Ah yes, that must be why I can update so quickly... Americans don't give a shit about soccer! lol. Actually I have been watching it.

erica222: Yeah, I felt I had to put their dad in here...

EmSyd: Yay I can add "awesome" to my list of compliments recieved! lol.

NORCALchick: Here you go, sorry for the wait!

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - ONE, BUT NOT THE SAME

Once they'd spent a few hours together in the diner, Dean and Sam had finally managed to talk their father into letting them go with him. Although he didn't seem too keen on the idea, they were all staying at a local motel.

Unable to sleep as usual, Dean stood out on the balcony, leaning into the railing and staring off into space. He didn't even notice his father walk up behind him.

"What's on your mind, Dean?" John asked.

"Nothing. I just couldn't sleep," Dean replied. "Those beds are pitiful."

John smirked. "You know I don't believe that, right? There's something troubling you. And judging by how you were distracted from our little family reunion in that diner today, it's something pretty big."

Dean sighed. "There's this girl…"

His father chuckled. "Oh. It's that kind of trouble."

"…Sort of," Dean continued. "I met her back east when Sam and I were investigating the Jersey Devil."

"What's her name?" John asked. It wasn't too often that his son had a woman to discuss.

"Angela," Dean answered. "Anyway… things were alright for a while. But now…" Dean wondered why he'd even began this conversation. This was just about the last thing he wanted to discuss with his father. But after all, he had to tell someone. "I got her pregnant, dad."

"What?" John fumed.

"It's okay, we took care of it."

"Dean! How could you be so irresponsible? I didn't raise you to go around risking that!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. Believe me. I've never been so sorry for anything in my life."

"You said you took care of it…"

"She had an abortion."

"Dean!" John shouted again.

"We agreed together that it was the best thing to do."

"The best thing to do? Dean, just because you're afraid of being a parent doesn't mean you take the easy way out!"

"Well, what did you want me to do, dad? Bring a stroller along to every haunted house I visit?"

John chose not to directly answer the question. Instead, he shook his head and continued, "I can't believe you did that. I didn't raise you that way, either. If you start something, you finish it! You're a deadbeat, Dean."

"Shut up!" Dean yelled. He'd never spoken that way to his father before. "I'm twenty-nine years old and I can make my own decisions!"

"You shouldn't have even gotten involved with her in the first place, Dean. We have one commitment in life and nothing else. This is just proof that love is too complicated for us."

"Really? What about you and mom? And don't say that that was before all this started! How would you feel if your father told you that you couldn't see mom, ever?" John didn't answer. "I'm tired of taking orders from you." Dean stormed off and sat down by the pool. John didn't follow.

Dean put his hand to his head. He'd hated fighting with his dad like that. As if he needed anything else to make him question whether or not he and Angela had done the right thing- now he had his father calling him a failure as well.

Is it getting better?

Or do you feel the same?

Will it make it easier on you, now?

You've got someone to blame?

You say

One love

One life

When it's one need

In the night

One love

We get to share it

It leaves you, baby, if you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without?

Well, it's too late

Tonight

To drag the past out into the light

We're one, but we're not the same

We get to carry each other, carry each other

One

Have you come here for forgiveness?

Have you come to raise the dead?

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much?

More than a lot

You gave me nothing, now it's all I got

We're one, but we're not the same

Well we hurt each other, then we do it again

You say love is a temple

Love's a higher law

Love is a temple

Love's a higher law

You asked me to enter

And then you made me crawl

And I can't be holding on

To what you've got

When all you've got is hurt

One love

One blood

One life, you've got to do what you should

One life

With each other

Sisters

Brothers

One life, but we're not the same

We get to carry each other, carry each other

One…

One…

A/N: I think I got Dean's age right for my timeline... well, whatever. I hate it when I lose track of my stories and then I have to do this... (deep breath) The next chapter is the last one, you guys.