Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or John, Dean, and Sam Winchester. I only own the plot.
A/N: Just to clarify this, Dean is 26, and Sam is 22. Sorry for the really long wait on this chapter!
Dean was driving back to the motel, in a very happy mood, after picking up breakfast for Sam, his father, and himself. They had finally found their father, and he agreed to stay with them for the time being. That was only one of the three things that made Dean happy. Another thing was that their father had been following the demon's trail, and was close to killing it. The third thing that Dean was happy about was that no argument had occurred between Sam and John. Dean remembers all to well the heartache the arguments would cause and was so glad that none had happened. Their father probably wouldn't be staying with them long enough for an argument to break out.
Dean pulled up beside his dad's truck and parked the car. He grabbed their breakfast ad opened the car too to get out. After he closed the door and started walking to their motel room, Dean could hear yelling. He didn't really think that much about it, only guessing that it was somebody else arguing. When he got closer their door, he heard Sam's voice yell something he couldn't quite make out, but it was definitely Sam. Then he heard his father's deeper voice and stopped in his tracks. Once again, Dean was behind the closed door, listening to the argument, and unable to do anything but listen.
Dean could hear bits an pieces of the argument and realised they were arguing about the time Sam left for college, and why John never answered any of their phone messages, especially the one where Dean almost died. All that Dean heard of what John said in defence was that iw as safer for all of them to have the least amount of phone contact as possible.
The argument had been going on long enough for Dean to dry his eyes, muster up all the courage he could and open the door. The sight on the other side was one of confusion, which quickly turned to shock and embarrassment. Dean closed the door behind him and put the breakfast on the table for turning to look at his brother and father. They both had watched Dean's progress without uttering a sound. Dean looked at them with faked innocence.
"Am I interrupting something?" Dean asked.
Sam and John both looked at each other before they quickly said no.
"Good. So then you won't mind telling me what you were both yelling about a few minutes ago?"
Sam and John both didn't say anything, but looked at the floor with great interest.
"Why do you guys have to hide these from me?" Dean asked quietly.
That brought Sam and John out of their stupor and they both looked at Dean with shocked faces.
"What are we keeping from you Dean? We aren't hiding anything from you," John said. Sam nodded his head in agreement. For once they were on the same side, willingly, Dean noticed.
"All the arguments you two have! Like this one, the one before Sam went to Stanford, the one in the hospital room six years ago, when Sam argued to go on his first hunt, the one about the perfect little solider that I apparently am and that Sam isn't! All those argument! When did you plan on telling me, or to stop having them in the first place? Did you think that I didn't know? Do you know what you two have been doing to me? Do you?" Dean burst out. He also lost control of his emotions and started crying, in front of his dad. In front of his baby brother, but he didn't care anymore.
John and Sam couldn't move from where they were, but looked at Dean in shock and embarrassment. Sam was the first one to break the silence.
"How long have you known Dean?" Sam asked quietly, still not accepting the fact that Dean knew for a long time without telling them. For knowing that their act around Dean hadn't kept the secret from him.
"Ever since you were twelve Sam. I've known about them for ten years. Ten years of heartache, and heartbreak, and depression I've had to deal with while you two constantly made it worse. At each other's throats all the time. I had no one to turn to. I couldn't talk to you Sam, because Dad would feel betrayed, and I couldn't talk to you Dad, because then Sam would feel betrayed. It was a horrible situation to be in. I was the middle man for ten years. But you never knew. Never realised that you two were the only one's I had left. The only thing keeping me going and the only thing breaking me apart. You are the only family I've got left. The only thing I've got. And you're making it so hard on me. I can't chose between you two. I can only choose both of you. I won't choose sides, I won't step in. You have to stop. You're killing me inside and it hurts so bad to hear you yelling at each other, and usually about me. That cut deep, fighting around me without me even being there! I've lost it all id I don't have you two in my life. All I'm asking is for you to stop arguing. That's all I ask, to get along, to try and understand each other, instead of using your differenced against each other and creating an unbridgeable rift between you two. I need this family whole, for me to be whole again."
When Dean stopped talking, Sam and John were staring at him with open mouths. They were shocked to hear that their Dean was broken, heartbroken, depressed, alone, and that they had no idea as of it. Sam got up and sat beside Dean while John moved to Dean's other side.
"We'll try to stop Dean. It will be easier for us to stop then for you to heal though," John stated.
Sam nodded his head in agreement. He knew how long it took him to get over Jess' death, and John knew how long it took him to get over Mary. But Dean never lost someone that he knew inside and out, like Sam and John did. Dean's heartache was also caused by two people, and not just one, like John and Sam's were. It would take time out from hunting to heal, and both of Sam and John to be there to help him heal. It would he a long process, but it could work, and both Sam and John were ready to undertake the challenge for Dean. For themselves. For their family.
A/N: Sorry for the really long wait on this chapter! I had a lot of work to do around the house, and school had started up and I was really busy with homework and the likes. We were renovating my room, so all my stuff was in boxes, including my notebook which I had this story in, so I on;y got to it recently. This was the last chapter! The final entry to this story! Hope you liked it and will review for me to tell me what you thought of the whole story. I enjoyed writing, and will devote more of my time to writing Hangman's Noose, and two new fics I have in the beginning stages.
Happy Hunting!
