CHAPTER TEN: Anger Management

"Are you ever going to stop scowling?" Jo prompted as she rested her elbows on Bobby's kitchen table. She contemplated getting another beer as she eyed her now empty bottle but knew her mother wouldn't approve.

Dean stood up from the table, grabbing them both another beer from the fridge before plopping back down in his seat across from her. "Trust me, the second I leave this hell hole, I'll never stop smiling." The eldest demon missed the hurt that flashed across Jo's eyes before she covered it up with disinterest.

"You know who whines? Babies." She teased as she watched his calloused hands twist off their beer tops before setting one in front of her. The blonde ignored the annoyed look Dean shot her, her lips forming a smirk. She nodded gratefully none the less and took a sip, almost choking on it when her mother smacked her upside the head.

Dean snickered as he gave the young hunter an amused look. Jo would bet money he had known her mother was coming. "Joanna Beth Harvelle, what in the hell you think you're doin'?" Ellen questioned, snatching the barely drank beer from her daughter's hand before noticing the already empty bottle on the table.

"Dean made me. He threatened to smite me if I didn't drink it." The eldest demon looked at Jo with shock before forcing a chuckle when Ellen's motherly instincts took over and she focused her death glare on him.

"She's totally kidding." Dean reassured, giving Jo an 'are you serious?' kind of look. Jo gave him a quick wink over her shoulder as she walked away, needing to go snag the shower before John did.

Just as Dean stood up, Ellen sat down and stared at him with a demanding gaze only a mother could give. The Winchester reluctantly sat back down, not really wanting a lecture. "Listen, I really didn't-"

"Dean." Her tone stopped the piss-poor explanation that was just about to come out of his mouth. The demon could tell things were about to get serious and he couldn't help but relate Ellen to his mother. He remembered the same look the old hunter was giving him being thrown his way by Mary more times than one.

"Dean, come here." Mary sat at the kitchen table, calling over her sixteen year old who was in the middle of playing some video game Mary would never understand.

"One sec." He pleaded, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

"Dean."

The teen quickly looked up, knowing full well his mom was about to unload some shit on him. Not caring about his game anymore, Dean made his way over to the table to sit across from his mother.

"I need you and Sam to do something for me." Her voice was soft as she looked down at her clasped hands, not wanting to meet her son's gaze just yet.

"Anything." Dean said with no hesitation. If he had known at the time that his mother was going to die in a month, he wouldn't have gone. He had spent two of those four weeks on the road with Sammy and it was time he never got back.

"There are two hunters. A girl a little younger than you and her mother. I've been told they're looking for us."

Dean's eyes widened in shock before his eyebrows were creased with anger. "Why? We haven't done anything!" He yelled, standing up so fast his chair fell over. By this point, they had to move about every three weeks from crappy motel room to crappy motel room. Dean really hated hunters, they never left them live in peace.

"It's what we could potentially do. And all these deals you boys are closing…" She trailed off, trying to keep her voice calm for her son's sake. Even at that young of an age, the two brothers' were still closing more deals than Crowley could count.

"We can stop. It's not a big deal." Dean sounded defeated. He hated seeing his mother so upset. He never would've guessed she'd be desperate enough to send her two boys out to take care of a hunter problem. "What do you want us to do?" Dean relented, noting his mother's unwavering defiant gaze.

"I want you just to watch them. Make sure they aren't looking for us."

"Don't worry, mom. We'll take care of it."

"Dean?" Ellen questioned, concern lacing her words.

The eldest demon clenched his teeth, not happy about all these memories of his mom that had been showing up lately.

"What?" He snapped unintentionally.

Ellen shot him a bitch face before she continued, ignoring the sharpness of his tone. "Why are you and that brother of yours staying?"

Dean grunted as he picked at the label of his half drunk beer. He had somehow managed to avoid this question the two days they had been here, but the eldest Winchester was cornered now. "I'm staying 'cause Sam is. Why he is, you'd have to ask him." The demon flicked his gaze up to the brunette to see her brows forward in thought. Nodding as if to herself, the hunter stood up and left, now leaving Dean alone.

Dean placed a rough hand in his pocket, smiling slightly to himself at the familiar texture of a photograph before he stood up to go check on his beloved car.

…

"That's…" Bobby looked bewildered and also frustrated that he hadn't thought of it before. "Brilliant." He finished as he picked up a somewhat ripe apple from the pile.

Sam shrugged casually, glancing around the grocery store uncomfortably. "I'm just surprised you hunters have never thought of it. I'm tellin' you, super soakers with holy water and hula hoops filled with salt would do you guys a hell of a lot a good. Same with just carrying around a rug with a devil's trap painted under it."

Bobby was dumbfounded as he mentally face palmed. "Why you tellin' me this? Isn't it sort of signing your own death warrant?" The old man chuckled as he made his way over to the meat; knowing damn well John was going to want some protein in the house seeing as though they were going to be spending a lot of time together.

Sam smirked as he eyed the burger patties thoughtfully, imaging Dean's face if he would bring them home. Nonchalantly, the younger demon picked up a package and placed it in the cart without Bobby noticing. "Figured I might as well help you guys stay alive." He said offhandedly.

Bobby just nodded as he and Sam continued to search the grocery store for items to restock the now empty kitchen. After adding five more people/demons into the mix, the old hunter had run out of food rather quickly.

The baseball capped man cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to keep his tone casual as he spoke. "That father of yours means well."

Sam grunted, not really in the mood to talk about John. "Yeah well, I guess we'll see."

….

After his conversation with Ellen, Dean had retreated outside to work on his car (it had needed an oil change for a week but he hadn't had the time to fix it until now). In the span of an hour, Ellen and Jo had left on a hunt in the area and Sam and Bobby were still at the grocery store.

This left John and Dean home alone.

Dean had the hood of the car open, mid-oil change when John sauntered up, leaning against the old wooden table that housed many different tools.

"Watcha workin' on?" John questioned, eyeing his son with a sense of pride.

Dean didn't even look up from what he was doing. "Oil change." He replied flatly.

The old hunter nodded sadly, noting he probably wasn't going to get very far with Dean. But dammit, he'd still try.

He forced a chuckle, trying to keep it light-hearted. "When your mom and I first got married, she'd always insist on doing all the work on the car even though I was plenty capable." John paused, remembering his wife fondly. "But, she would barely even let me drive the damn thing let alone work on it."

The demon remained silent as he continued working. He didn't believe John had a right to talk about Mary that way. As if she somehow belonged to him. Dean didn't even realize he was clenching the side of the car so tight it turned his knuckles white until John placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Dean snapped.

He shoved his father away from him, getting black grease all over the hunter's shirt that stained his forceful hands. John backed up and moved to the other side of the table, putting it between him and his son.

"Don't touch me." Dean growled, not caring that he was suppose to be keeping his anger under a cap as his eyes switched to black.

He watched as John stiffened; utter rage shining in the hunter's eyes. "What's your problem, Dean?"

"She is not yours to talk about! Don't act like you knew her! Because you didn't. Not really. You didn't know the demon half of her!" Dean said, his tone harsh as he stormed over to the table, wanting nothing more than to launch himself over it and throttle John.

"I knew the person she wanted to be!" John retorted, not able to continue as Dean scoffed.

"What she wanted was to close some fucking deals and take care of her kids. Neither of which you could help with because you kept the fact you were a damn hunter behind her back!" Dean was fuming, his nostrils were flaring as he clenched his fists at his side.

John looked taken aback, not liking the fact he was kicked out thrown in his face. "It was Mary's decision to have me leave. Not mine. I wanted to be a part of your life son."

"Don't call me that!" Dean demanded, not wanting to be related to the man in front of him. "You could've fought to stay with her. Instead you left her and us alone while you went out and ganked others like her! You got her killed!" Dean was shaking with emotion, years of pushing it down coming out in this fit of anger. The demon knew he was over the line with the last comment but he didn't have a hint of regret.

"I did everything I could! You better watch your mouth, boy." Dean could tell his father was hitting his limit, but the demon wasn't finished yet. Dean watched as something similar to blood lust flashed in his father's gaze and knew what he had to do.

"You know what, fuck this." Dean pulled out the same knife Ruby had threatened him with from his jacket and placed it on the table between them. John eyed it with disbelief and Dean could see a range of emotions going through his father's head. "Either kill me or don't, but I'm tired of guessing." Dean spat, crossing his arms across his chest as he waited for John to make a move.

The older hunter reached for the knife before Dean slapped both of his hands down on the table, his dark gaze just inches from a shocked John's. "If you happen to be dumb enough to actually kill me, just remember I have a capable younger brother with a temper." He hissed, his eyes daring John to do it. He dared him to pick up the knife and shove it through his chest, watching as bright orange light flashed from his features. Hell, Dean was expecting it.

John took the knife and stabbed it into Bobby's table, the handle wobbling slightly from the impact. As if that's all he planned on doing, John walked past his son towards the house, completely done with the argument.

Dean was breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself down. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a crowbar. Seizing it, the demon hurled it through the windshield of an old junker. Dean banged on the hood of the vehicle with the tool, putting holes and dents throughout the exterior of the car eventually dropping it nosily on the ground. Dean slid to the gravel, tears he had been holding back for years flowing freely from his still black eyes.

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TBC

Thanks once again for all the reviews! It means a lot. This chapter was mostly meant to show just how far they still have to go with trusting each other (mainly Dean and John) which is why it was mainly Dean based. Next chapter will most likely be starting to move into the plot of the show, brining in some familiar faces. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!